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thefatalmarksman · 5 years

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AU: ODNOGLAZYY UBIYTSA

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That Modern AU Where Xigbar is a Russian Assassin Working for a Cult-Like Entity Known as Organization XIII / The Organization and Boy Lemme Tell Ya It’s a Ride from Start to Finish

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Name: Braig “Lock” Metkiystrelok (originally Luxu before his name change)

Codename: Xigbar, Second-in-command of Organization XIII

Age: 45

Birthdate: May 22, 1977

Birth Location: Moscow, Russia

Ethnicity: Half Russian, half something else, but he hasn’t bothered to check

Languages: English, Russian, the majority of Spanish, some French

Height: 6′0″ (About 183 cm)

Weight: 180-ish lbs (About 82-ish kg)

Race: Human

Sex / Gender: Cisgender Male

Sexual / Romantic Orientation: Pansexual / Demiromantic

History:

Orphaned as a baby, left on the steps of an orphanage in Moscow, Russia, and dubbed “Luxu” upon his discovery, the first part of the child’s life was difficult, to say the least. Luxu started out life shy and polite, though as he bounced from foster home to foster home, even as a young child, he began to develop a far less friendly and more belligerent personality.

At the age of 9 he was adopted by a woman named Mila Olegevna Metkiystrelok. Mila was no-nonsense and could be rather strict when it came to raising him, having heard of his behavioral issues. However, she was nonetheless loving and cared deeply for her newfound son. Wanting the best for herself and Luxu after the fall of the Berlin Wall and as the Cold War drew to a close, they soon moved to California in the United States when he was 14, desirous of a new start away from their troubled homeland. She had his name changed to “Braig Lock,” believing that might help him fit in better with his peers. (It’s like a combination of Brad and Craig okay shhh I know it doesn’t make any sense leave me be.)

However, what should have been a joyous new chapter in their lives quickly turned to tragedy upon reaching American shores. Only a few months after their arrival, Braig’s mother died under mysterious circumstances, leaving a traumatized Braig to be moved back into yet another foster home.

During his first few years in America, Braig experienced isolation from his peers due to his thick accent, and his teachers encouraged him to take some form of speech therapy. Being the adaptive child that he was, Braig quickly took to exaggeratedly mimicking the stereotypical “Californian” accent that he often saw on television and movies (and amongst a few choice neighbors, of course). He still did not particularly fit in and was often the victim of his larger roommates, but at least the “commie” jokes came to an end.

During his mid- to late-teen years, Braig was uncertain of the direction he wanted to go in life. He engaged in various delinquent behaviors that often got him into trouble with law enforcement, such as petty theft, defacement of public property, and just basically being a belligerent nuisance to society. He often displayed an apologetic enough demeanor, though, once he was caught, so that the worst he would get throughout his youth was a slap or two on the wrist.

However, upon reaching early adulthood, getting his GED with considerable ease due to his shrewd intellect (important to note that his teachers despised him for acing his classes despite his lack of attention), his lax demeanor when it came to obeying the law did not lessen as he began traveling the U.S. and bordering countries in search of purpose. He was consistently in and out of jail and prison, accumulating charges of DUIs, drug possession, vandalism, discharging firearms (multiple times), and numerous cases of disturbing the peace, totaling in well over a decade or so of his life spent incarcerated in separate increments. (The prison tats from this era are utterly epic, by the way.)

Unfortunately, this felonious behavior led to difficulty in actually finding work (he really tried, okay, it’s not that easy), and eventually---disrespect for the law his forte by this point---he began working under the table as an unlicensed private investigator, and he was damn good at it. Braig took on jobs that were considered too dangerous for other P.I.s, or that involved outright illegal dealings, and during this time he honed his body into a weapon, gaining scars upon scars as evidence of his dedication, and learning all the best ways to avoid confrontation with the law.

As his career unfolded, Braig began looking for even harder, more intense cases---and, coincidentally related to one of his many clients’ cases, stumbled upon information regarding a highly secretive, highly dangerous crime syndicate that went only by the name “Organization XIII,” or, often simply “The Organization.” His research took him to some very dark places---and, much to his shock, discovered that his adoptive mother’s death was tied to this very Organization.

As it turned out, his mother was a contact to the Organization---in fact, the identity that he knew of hers was likely not her real one at all---and she had sought to cut ties from their Russian division in order to pursue a normal life with her adopted son. But, needless to say, they were not terribly pleased with her decision.

Delving even deeper, he learned at the head of this Organization was a man named “Xehanort,” and once his findings were concluded, Braig decided to take on this Organization himself---out of revenge for one of the few people that had ever taken a liking to him.

At last he discovered Xehanort---an old recluse hiding in an obscure hideout that remained a puppet master over five murderous “apprentices,” as well as a vast network spanning the entire globe. However, Braig had not predicted the skill the old man still had despite his age, and he incurred a scar upon his left cheek, the loss of his right eye, and an injury to his left leg, which would cause a limp in his gait.

However, in the end, Braig triumphed over Xehanort, and, after leaving the scene and receiving care for his grievous wounds (so saying that he got into a bad brawl), he returned to Xehanort’s hideout a month later to find that it had been undisturbed, aside from the hundreds of messages that had popped up on the old man’s still-active terminal.

And Braig responded to each and every message, thus beginning a new chapter in the tale of Organization XIII.

Under the guise of “Xehanort,” Braig---now going by the codename “Xigbar”---was granted the second-in-command position in Organization XIII, and the other “apprentices” were informed that he had been a part of their ranks for an extensive amount of time, but he had yet to make his appearance for personal reasons.

No one questioned “Xehanort’s” explanation.

And no one questioned when he suggested they begin to accumulate new members---for the sake of expanding the global domination of Organization XIII.

And so it goes.

#au: odnoglazyy ubiytsa #headcanons #hEY HEY HERE IT IS!!!#also big warnings that xigbar is incredibly Self Destructive in this au so there are a lot of Big Boy Themes present in this au....#and now goodnight #because i have work early tomorrow bellelelehghghghhg

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andy-loves-corgis · 5 years

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The Eyes, Laugh and Lies of Anneliss York - Part 1 (Lily)

Hey guys, I know this is mainly a Choices blog, but my lazy ass doesn’t want to create another blog so you’ll get some Harry Potter fanfics too!

Book: Harry Potter - Marauders Era

Pairings: James x Lily, Sirius x OC, Remus x OC

Notes: So, this fic is from 2015, when I just wrote for HP fandom, and @drakewalkerrosenberg wanted to see a little of my HP fics, so here it is.

It’s basic centered on my OC Anneliss York, her life will be told through the eyes of her friends and lovers now that she’s dead. Each chapter will be someone’s POV, and they will complement each other. Tell me if you want to be tagged.

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Lily Evans

The house was cold, my husband’s family manor used to be full of joy, but now it was empty. His father died first, his mother couldn’t bear to live without him,passing right after, and now she was gone too.

Anneliss was dead.

I just couldn't stare at her portrait anymore, she was my best friend, the one who lived my ups and downs, who was with me every bloody time that I needed. She couldn't be just gone, a person like her cannot die! Life was beaming out of her fingertips at anytime. It hurt so much to remember the times that I've spent with her, mainly due to the fact that her gorgeous 7-month-old daughter is right here, smiling on my lap, playing with my son. Looking one more time to her smile, I can’t help but chant the words we’d always said to each other, even though she’s not saying it back. Never again.

“I love you like a sister, Liss"

November 11th, 1972

I was sitting at the far corner of the library studying potions, Severus was serving a detention due to Potter bullying instincts and couldn't be there with me. I had already written two parchments of our potions essay (even though the professor had said it could be only one and a half) and was checking the information when I felt someone's stare on me, when I looked at my side I saw a girl not much taller than me, with long brown hair with the sides pinned with bright red hair clips, eyes that I couldn't figure out if they were blue or green and some freckles spread on her face. I knew her, she was Anneliss York, Gryffindor; same year as mine. Somehow she was related to Potter and the talk was that she was the adoptive daughter of our Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Dumbledore. She was a bit of a loner.

"Hi" she started shyly "Could you lend me the potions book when you're finished? There is no other available and I haven't started my essay yet. Besides, I really suck at this subject"

"Sure" I answered awkwardly "Humm... Do you want some help?" her face lit and she nodded.

That day she would become my best friend.

February 8th, 1974

"Why can't you go with me to Hogsmeade?" I ranted looking for my brown jacket in my drawers, the brunette on the bed beside me sighed.

"Lily, I've already told you, I'm going out with Sirius". She didn’t even bother to look at me.

I was dazed by her answer "I thought you got over your crush on that neanderthal", she sighed once again.

"And I did, he and James made a bet, fifty chocolate frogs on who would take a girl to a date and kiss her by the end of the day, he promised me half of the prize and I said yes".

"Wait. That's why that toerag you call cousin was screaming in the halls 'Evans, go out with me'?" I stopped my search for a second, really irritated.

"Probably" She said carelessly scraping the dirt out of her nails.

I had finally found my jacket and looked judgingly to her "You sold yourself short, and you're going to lose a perfect day with me and Sev", she snorted putting a red Every Flavor bean on her mouth, muffling the sound of her next words.

"Yeah, like I would go out with the couple".

"We're not a couple!" why everyone thought we were? She raised her brow and said:

"Sure" she said going in the bathroon's direction "I'll pretend he's not drooling over you every bloody minute, now if you excuse me I have to get ready for my first kiss and lots of chocolate frogs later on. I'm really a lucky girl".

I laughed at her remarks, she was really a girl of attitude.

June 21st, 1976

Mudblood

I couldn't believe he had said it, he could not have said it! He was my best friend, long before Hogwarts, when magic was just a silly daydream of mine. He said that word, that piercing word that would haunt me forever in the wizard world. It doesn't matter that he came to apologise, why would I be different from every other muggle-born that he called that? I was beyond second chances with him and that hurt me more than I could imagine. I was crying my eyes out in the dorm, so immersed on my own self-pity that I didn't hear her coming.

She sat on the edge of my bed and hugged me, I started sobbing "Why does my blood matter so much?" my body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Shhh" I heard her next to my ear, her hand was caressing my disheveled hair and I started to hear her voice filling my head. "It doesn't mean anything to those who really matter" She laid me on my bed and I heard her melodic whispers.

"Don't lose it all,

in the blur of the stars.

Seeing is deceiving,

dreaming is believing,

it's okay not be okay.

Sometimes is hard,

to follow your heart,

but tears don't mean you're losing,

everybody's bruising.

Just be truth to who you are."

And she lulled me to sleep, so I could wake up a new person. I would be a better friend to her, that was always there for me whenever I needed.

January 10th, 1977

The night was silent, the ones who couldn't find a place near the fireplaces went to sleep early because the cold outside was as imposing as the dark figure that was slowly starting a war on the wizard world, I was wide awake in my bed, thinking that I would be an adult ‪in 20 days‬, a mudblood adult, who could be killed at any moment.

"Lily, are you awake?" I heard Liss calling me, and the apprehensive tone she used worried me.

"Yes" I answered, but silence met me on the other side, I knew she had not fallen asleep so she was probably thinking about what she was going to say, "spill it" I almost ordered, the other girls in the room were sound asleep (Mary was too soundly for my taste).

"IsleptwithSiriusontheholidays" she said so fast that at first I couldn't understand, I guess it was the shock, because when I could figure what she said I choked on my breath.

"You did what? Merlin, Liss, haven't you dumped Edlor Thomas because he was only thinking about sleeping with you? How could you sleep with your bloody best friend?! That's crazy Liss, how did it started? Are you two dating now? Does Potter know? He's gonna kill him..."

"Lily, calm down please" she whispered pleading "It just happened, it's your fault actually, no one wanted to go with us to Tenerife! It happened, it was nice, we're still best friends, nothing has changed... I guess" I tried to calm my breath, but Liss' confession was making me uncomfortable about keeping my own secret .

"I kissed Potter yesterday, under a mistletoe" I confessed in a small voice.

"YOU WHAT?"

I couldn't even answer, since her exclamation had awaken all of the girls in the dorm, but I got the feeling that I wouldn't hear the end of it on the next day.

September 2nd, 1977

"Liss, wake up! It's first day of school, our last first day. I need to run or I'll have a heart attack" I was shaking a peaceful sleeping girl who started mumbling really pissed when awake, but started to dress up anyway. It was our tradition, actually it was my tradition. I would wake her up at dawn and make her jog with me on our first day of school, and she would be grumpy and snarl at my comments. That's just how we were.

"So, how are you?" I asked when we stopped by the Herbology greenhouses."Is Remus talking to you again? I couldn't find him yesterday at the banquet" she looked at the grass, she had been like this for two weeks now.

"No, no word since he broke up with me" she answered in a small voice.

"I think he's right you know, if you're battling feelings for Sirius you should just let them out, I think he likes you too. Of course you made a mess by dating Remus, but if he's giving you the chance to be happy, take it"

Her stare was lethal and I could study those eyes which sometimes seemed green and other seemed blue, she was really pissed.

"Well, Lily, I think it would be just polite of you to know your heart like you know mine. James won't chase you forever you know" that said she just started jogging ahead of me.

Touché.

October 13th, 1977

We were laying on the gardens, it was past the school curfew but we sneaked out anyway, it was our last year and I could afford some rule-breaking (I could cover it anyway by being a Head Girl). James Potter, the new Head Boy, had kissed me this afternoon, the Gryffindor lost the first game of the season to Ravenclaw and James was frustrated, I felt really bad for him. I was studying near the windows of the Common Room and saw him marching towards me, still in his quidditch uniform full of mud and sweat with a determined look on his face, we had become friends over the past few months and I never saw him like that. It was fast, he didn't even stop in front of me, just put both hands on the sides of my face and kissed me. 'You are going out with me next weekend' he said to my blushy face and I would have kissed him again if it wasn't for all the students around.

"Liss?" I asked the girl by my side, who turned her face from the sky to look at me. "I'm in love with James Potter"

And she would take my hand, smile at me and say "I'm glad you finally noticed it"

September 17th, 1978

"HE PROPOSED!" I screamed entering her flat as she jumped frightened in fear with her hand on her wand, those were dark times and for a flick of a second I forgot that.

"OH MERLIN'S ARSE!" she exclaimed after the information sank in "You are going to be married! I'm so so so happy for you" she was hugging me tight, I could feel her happiness and that made me feel alive, she was the sister that my own could never be.

"Will you be my maid of honor?" I asked drying the tears that I didn't even knew I was shedding. "If you didn't ask I would possibly slice your throat!" she said smiling fully.

"How about you and Sirius? When are you two tying the knot?" she started to laugh openly.

"Can you imagine Sirius Black getting married? He surely prefers to mess around in my kitchen and complain about the amount of drawers that he has here"

January 3rd, 1979

"I feel like we have to be afraid all the time" Liss told me while we were having tea at my place, I had to agree with her, those were dark times, but I knew something that she didn't.

"Let's do something stupid for once!" I said with a mischievous smile, I was becoming more and more like my husband, "Let's go to some shop, you buy me a dress and I buy you one, and we aparate in some beach and just pretend we don't have any worries! Just for today, please?” she laughed like I was crazy but went on anyway. We stopped by a muggle store that I loved, spent half an hour looking for the dress, actually she did, I already knew what to buy to her.

"Oh Lil, white? You know that when I use white it seems like my freckles multiply" she said when we were back to her flat and she tried her treat, I snorted, she looked amazing on the long strapless dress.

"You don't even have a hand full of freckles, don't let Sirius comments get to you. Besides the deal was: I would choose you a dress and you would do the same to me, now cheer up. It's time for the beach"

I was so excited to see her face, we stepped on the warm sand and we both smiled, she had her back to the sea and I was trying not to focus on what was behind her. "Here" I said taking a sparkly little head piece of my purse and putting in her hair "Something borrowed... hum, the dress is new"

"What's going on, Lil?" when she turned her eyes grew wide, as she took it all in her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. There was a small tent decorated with flowers, a strange man behind an altar and Sirius Black wearing a white tunic on the right side, while James was wearing a black one on the other.

"You need something blue" and I conjured a bouquet of blue spring star flowers "As for something old, you would have to go for our friendship".

"Oh, Lil" there were tears in her eyes, I felt honored to take her to the altar, so she could be forever happy, like I was.

November 15th, 1979

We were surrounded by Death Eaters, they were large in numbers than us and I was truly scared for the first time, Sirius was on another mission and Liss was at home feeling frightened all the time, the pregnancy taking its toll on her, I emitted the help signal to the Order's members, we needed back up, but I could never think that she would come, that she would risk herself and her baby for us. But she came, she came because I called, she came because we are her family and she wouldn't let anyone harm us, that's why when she was attacked and started bleeding near a dumpster I felt my heart sink.

"We will take you to a safe place, Liss" I assured her while James and I headed to the hospital "Everything will be alright"

But it wouldn't. I had to gather courage to enter her room in St Mungus, and when she looked into my eyes she knew, and that broke me.

"No" she said in a small voice, "no, no, no. no. NOOO!" she started screaming in her bed, she grabbed the sheets in her fists and cried. "My baby, not my dear baby! No, Lily!” she sobbed and collapsed on the bed when nothing more could hold her awake. And I was there the whole night when Sirius didn't appear, I held her hand because her pain was my pain.

January 14th, 1980

"I'm leaving the house by the end of the week" she said behind her tea mug, her eyes ,always so bright, were dead "It's been long since we stopped looking at each other's face. I think it's just better"

I couldn't meet her gaze any longer, my lie filling the space between us, I felt sorry for her, it was so unfair to have it all and see someone you love so much lose everything, she finished her tea and stood up "I will write you to tell where you can find me. Oh... by the way, this is for you" she said taking a little package out of her purse, when I opened my breath was caught in my throat, it was a comforter with little broomsticks on it. How did she know?

"You will be a wonderful mother, Lil" she said opening a genuine smile and I could see a flick of light in her eyes.

June 21st, 1980

We were laid on her backyard, feeling the grass on our backs, just like we used to do at school, our swollen bellies side by side, I was so happy for us, for how her life was back on tracks. We spent an awful lot of time together making plans for our babies, how they would be intelligent, and brave and would be best friends like all of us, and her light laugh would fill up the warm air, her eyes would light up and she would say:

"I love you like a sister, Lil"

Tagging: @ehkw1989 (Hey girl!)

#not choices #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #marauders #james potter #sirius black #lily evans #anneliss york

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spn-ficfanatic · 6 years

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Returning To Life (Pt. 3)

Summary: Your family’s future is decided

Warnings: A warning that may spoil the story, so please check the first few tags if you have any triggers

Word Count: 1977

Series Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Epilogue

Dean sat by your bedside cradling your baby girl. You were only just transferred from the ER to your own private room after spending several hours there while they rushed to fix you up. “Haemorrhaging caused by atonic uterus” the doctors had told him, assuming he was the father. He did nothing to correct them, knowing he’d not be able to stay with the baby if he did, knowing you’d want him watching out for her. Sam had stayed until you were wheeled into the room and had since headed off to find coffee for them.

“So baby girl, here we are. I hope you don’t mind, but while Mom sleeps I thought maybe we could get to know each other. I’m Dean, you don’t have a name yet so I’ll just call you baby girl for now. Your Mom and I use to bump ugli-… wait, no, you shouldn’t be hearing that. We used to snuggle. A lot,” he told your daughter with a wink and a grin while he rocked her. She has initially been staring at Dean intently while he talked to her but had quickly fallen soundly sleep, emitting the occasional little squeak. He dropped his voice to a whisper so as not to disturb her.

“I love your Mom very much. I did a stupid unforgivable thing and I don’t deserve her forgiveness, but between you and me I would give anything to have her back again. I don’t know where your Daddy is but he’s an idiot for not hanging around long enough to meet you. Maybe his bad luck is my good fortune though, because if I got to spend every day of the rest of my life looking out for you and your mom I’d die a happy man.”

“You should be telling Y/N that,” Sam commented quietly, making Dean jump at having been caught. He scowled at Sam, but quickly perked up at the sight of the coffee in his hands.

“You shouldn’t have been eavesdropping. I’ll forgive you though if you give me the coffee,” he said, licking his lips in anticipation. Sam laughed and walked over to put the drinks on the nightstand.

“Hand her to me, no hot drinks around the baby.”

They sat in relative silence while Dean drank his coffee, Sam gazing at your baby adoringly while Dean took turns watching her and you while you both slept. It was about 30 minutes later that you finally started to stir, and Dean leaned toward you the moment he saw your hand move.

“Y/N? Hey sweetheart, can you hear me?” he asked softly, taking your hand in his. You gave it a gentle squeeze, groaning quietly as you tried to open your eyes. The room was bright and it took a moment to adjust to the harsh light. You were startled to find yourself in a hospital bed, and jumped in surprise.

“What the hell?” you asked, your hand instinctively going to your stomach. “Dean-“ you started in a panic, before Sam came over holding what looked like to you a bundle of blankets.

“Shhh, it’s ok Y/N, she’s right here,” Sam reassured you, holding her down so you could see her without straining your back. While the doctor had provided some painkillers, he did suggest you’d still be tender from the fall. You looked at Dean who nodded in encouragement, before holding out your arms to let Sam lay her down.

“How do I do this?” you asked, uncertain of yourself.

“Just keep your hands out, I’ll lay her down,” Sam said gently as he lowered her into your arms.

“No I meant… never mind,” you said, shaking your head. You looked into her eyes and remembered seeing them before, and was suddenly overwhelmed by flashes of memories.

“The labour, you were there,” you told Dean, emotion in your voice.

Sam gestured that he was going to wait outside, and neither you nor Dean stopped him.

“You HELPED,” you corrected, taking your daughters hand in yours and gently stroking the back of it with your thumb.

“Don’t sound so surprised Y/N. You nearly took off our heads with a toilet brush holder after all, hard to ignore something like that” Dean replied with a smile. You remained silent, your eyes starting to fill with tears which didn’t go unnoticed. “Hey, it’s ok sweetheart. You’re ok now, the baby is healthy; you’ve nothing to worry about.”

“How do I do this?” you asked, looking up at Dean with tears threatening to spill over.

“What, hold the baby? You’re doing it just fine babe,” he told you, reaching over to stroke your baby’s head affectionately.

“No, be a mother... be a SINGLE mother. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing Dean. I read all the books but now that she’s here I realise I’m completely lost. I don’t know how to pick her up, I don’t know when I’m supposed to feed her. Has she had anything to eat yet? What did she have? Has she had a diaper change? Do I-“

“Whoa whoa, it’s ok Y/N, just take a deep breath,” he told you, concern in his eyes as he rubbed your arm. You did as he said, counting the seconds in your head as you did, and found your heart rate slowed down.

“Y/N, I have to ask. Why are you doing this alone?” Dean asked carefully, not sure if you’d be willing to speak with him about it but dying to know how all this came to be. You didn’t look at him, and just continued to stare at your daughter while gently running your fingers over her hair now.

“The father… he’s another hunter. I finished a hunt and needed a drink, he was there as well and we had a few together. He wanted to go back to my room with me but I just wanted to get some sleep so I paid my tab and left. But when I got to my car he was waiting and-“ your voice broke, a sob escaped that you didn’t intend to let out. You hadn’t talked with anyone about this yet, and never expected the first person you told to be the man you loved. You couldn’t look at him, but could practically hear his racing heart from your bed.

“Are- are you tell me he…” he asked slowly, voice shaking. You nodded, at which he let out a deep breath and put his face in his hands.

“I found out I was pregnant a couple of months later,” you told him quietly. “I didn’t want him to ever know, and I needed out of the life, so I faked my own death to disappear.”

“And you decided to keep her. After what happened,” he commented, head still in his hands.

“I considered not, but in the end I realised it wasn’t her fault. And being a mother was something I’d wanted for a long time. I didn’t know if we’d ever… and well, I knew I could love this child. So yes, I kept her.”

Dean stood up abruptly and walked over to the window, wiping his hands down his face which was wet from tears.

“Dean? Honey?”

He could help but let out a bitter laugh at that.

“I didn’t think I’d ever hear you call me that again.”

“Well, I guess a lot has changed in the last 24 hours. I’m holding the proof of that in my arms.”

“I should have been there to protect you; this is all my fault,” he replied, not looking at you and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, his other hand on his hip. You frowned, and wriggling a hand out of your hold on the baby you patted the side of the bed. When he didn’t move you tried again.

“Dean, I risked dropping my baby to invite you over here,” you joked with a warm smile. “Seriously, I don’t know how to hold this kid.”

Dean gave a small smile too, and walked over to sit next to you. You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing him to look at you in surprise.

“Honey, what happened happened. It shouldn’t have been this way, but it was. Do I wish I wasn’t laying in a hospital bed right now holding this beautiful baby? Hell no! Have you seen how adorable she is, how precious? I should be saying I regret things happened the way they did but I can’t. What I CAN say is that I forgive you Dean.”

His eyebrows shot up, his head whipped up to look into your eyes to make sure you weren’t lying.

“I’m not expecting anything of you Dean. But you should be able to get on with your life without this hanging over your head anymore. You saved my daughter’s life this morning, mine too. It was more of any apology than I could have ever asked for.”

Your heart was breaking as you told him this. You didn’t want him to walk out that door but you weren’t about to ask him to stay; there was no way he’d want this life. His silence was deafening, and you took your hand back to fiddle with your daughter’s blanket. You couldn’t bear to look up as you felt him stand and hop off the bed. You closed your eyes tight, not bearing to watch him as he walked towards the door. His footsteps fell silent, and you let the tears fall freely.

You were surprised to feel his hand on your arm a moment later. Opening your eyes, you nearly fell off the bed when you saw him on his knee on the ground next to you.

“Wha-“ you breathed, before he held up his hand to stop you.

“I’ve been carrying this damn ring around ever since you left that night. Even after I heard that you’d died, I couldn’t bring myself to let it go. Sammy kept offering to take it, to help me move on, but I couldn’t. Every night I took it out of my jacket to look at it, to think about what could have been and to wish I could make things right. So, if you’ll have me,” he stopped, opening up the lid to reveal the beautiful Sapphire ring you’d seen so many months ago. “I’d very much like the chance to prove I can be the man you deserve.”

You hadn’t realise you’d been holding your breath until you realised you suddenly needed oxygen. You let out the breath you’d been hold and gasped, unable to hold back the tears.

“I-I th-thought…” you stuttered.

“I’m not leaving you Y/N. Or your daughter,” he said firmly.

“Are you sure you want this Dean? This isn’t just us getting back together, this is fatherhood. This is waking up for 2am diaper changes and bottles and crying and vomit and pee and poo and-“

You were suddenly interrupted by his lips crashing into yours. You were startled at first, but within seconds melted into the kiss and eagerly returned it. You both pulled away panting, resting your foreheads against each other.

“Yes,” you told him quietly, grinning from ear to ear.

“Did, did you just say-“

“Dude, she said yes!” Sam’s voice shouted from the hall, causing you to burst out laughing.

“Right, thanks Sammy, got it,” he replied with a laugh, not taking his eyes off yours.

“What do we do now?” you asked with a giggle.

“Put the ring on her finger!” Sam called again.

“Dude I got it,” Dean yelled back with annoyance.

After he slid the ring on your finger you called Sam in, giving the baby to Dean before embracing him tightly. You woke up that morning alone and scared, and suddenly had an instant family of 4. There really was nothing more you could ask for in this life than that.

Epilogue

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