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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 5

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

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Wordcount: 2212

Chapter 5

It was another day, another locator spell. Jonah was just down a few paces away in the war room in his playpen as Dean dangled the ring from it’s chain just off of the surface of the globe near the English channel region. Every day he’d started with the ring in position a little closer to France rather than home, a sign that his hopes of the witch having moved were diminishing with every attempt.

You might have offered to read the incantation, but Sam practically had it memorized at this point. He lifted the book containing the words into his hands, but barely bothered to glance at it as he spoke the incantation aloud. Addie reached out and took your hand in anticipation. She still hadn’t gotten used to the constant spells and craziness you and Sam and Dean barely blinked over.

The ring began quivering on the chain as the incantation drew to a close, and the palpable silence in the room when Sam finished made it obvious everyone was holding their breath as the ring tugged toward the West.

Dean’s eyes grew wide as you watched him gently adjust his hand to let the ring pull back toward the Atlantic Ocean. He held it with slight resistance, letting it guide his hand with the chain slowly. As it reached the middle of the ocean the ring spun wildly in circles but no longer pulled.

“She’s on the move,” you said, tearing your eyes away from the ring to look at Dean’s face.

"The slippery bitch is coming back," he breathed, meeting your gaze.

The chain twisted up until it prevented more spinning, and Dean gave it a quick little yank and caught the ring in his other palm.

"It’s been so long. I - I was starting to think she'd never do it," Sam said, disbelief coloring his tone.

"Just had to wait long enough to convince her it was safe," you added.

“You know what that means,” Dean said like a man on a mission. “She hits American soil and she’s ours.”

But knowing the time had finally come to go after the woman who had tried to take your entire family from you meant it was also time to have a very hard conversation with the guys. You'd been going over it in your head for what felt like forever, trying to find the words to plead your case. "Hold up guys, we need to talk."

"We need to gear up," Dean stated. "We can talk while Sam and I pack."

Sam moved to follow Dean, hand going to your shoulder with a little squeeze.

"No," you insisted. "I mean it. All of us. Right now."

Dean had taken a few steps but paused at the tone of your voice. He rounded to face you again, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Okay…. You've got my full attention, sweetheart. What is it?"

"You have to let me do this," you told them both, including Sam with a glance. "You have to let me go after her. Alone."

Dean was completely taken aback. "Wait, what? That’s not … no."

Dean gestured wildly with a finger between himself and Sam. "She kicked both our asses last time. And we're supposed to just let you go alone? You can’t seriously expect us to do that,” he said, indignant.

"I'm sure she's only coming back because she thinks she won," you added.

Dean shrugged. “Of course she is. Long as she’s coming back-”

“Hear me out,” you argued. “If she thinks you're dead and she’s got a way of checking, she’ll figure out that’s not the truth the minute you leave this bunker."

Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he considered you.

Dean took a deep breath, sighed, and narrowed his eyes at you. "This isn’t just a witch, she’s a Borrower."

You nodded. "My point exactly. And like it or not, she’s had time to regroup. If she thinks you’re alive and grieving the loss of our son, she’ll be expecting revenge the minute you show back up on her radar," you added. "The element of surprise might be the only way we get close enough to take her down. I know it sounds crazy, but if I go alone, and the two of you stay hidden behind all the warding in the bunker, she might not see me coming.”

"Godammit...." Dean ran a hand through his hair while turning slowly away from you to stare at the wall.

You were right. He knew it and he hated it. Still, knowing it and actually letting you go after the witch alone were two very different things.

“I’ll stay and help out with Jonah and whatever else you need,” Addie offered.

You squeezed her hand in thanks and looked back at Sam and Dean. “We can repeat the locator spell until she reaches her destination, so there's no guesswork there. I’ve got a supply of witch-killing bullets already."

Dean turned back, pinched the bridge of his nose with a hand and closed his eyes with a heavy sigh.

You stepped close to him, lifting your hand to rest on his chest. "I know this goes against everything in you, Winchester, but you have to let me do this."

His heart thudded forcefully against your palm as if in protest, but Dean just hung his head in defeat, arms coming around you as he rested his chin on top of your head.

You glanced at Sam, saw him watching the two of you in silence. He nodded then. A small but understanding gesture that you hoped meant he'd at least try to talk some sense into his brother when Dean inevitably tried to change his mind later about letting you go at it alone.

You spent the rest of the morning prepping to leave. Sam had estimated the witch would hit the East coast within three hours, and then it was just a matter of waiting for her to move on from there. You packed your bag, loaded up enough ammo to take down whatever unexpected twists and turns may come your way, and double checked your firearms to make sure they were clean and in working order.

Then you did the most important thing you could do before setting off to avenge your family. You gave your infant son a bubble-bath followed by a little lotion massage as you told him how sweet and wonderful and perfect he was.

A few tears trailed down your cheek as you held Jonah in your arms in the rocking chair in his nursery and fed him a bottle. Then you read him a book - the one with the adventures of the moose and squirrel that Sam insisted was his favorite - and snuggled him to your chest.

You continued to hold him as he fell asleep, memorizing the little slant of his nose, the way his chin scrunched up as he dreamed. You could see so much of his father in him. You hoped he’d grow up to be just as resilient, just as smart and brave and selfless as Dean was. Jonah had proven he had the tenacity of a Winchester. He was so young, his time on the earth was still best counted in weeks rather than months, but he’d already managed to survive an attempt on his life.

He let out a cute little squeak in his sleep, and you smiled so wide your face hurt. Then, the sound of his soft breathing was interrupted by approaching footsteps. Addie popped her head into the nursery and quietly said, “We’re about to do another locator spell. Do you want us to go ahead?”

“I’m coming,” you assured her. “Give me a second.”

She nodded and headed back down the hall as you carefully got to your feet and lowered Jonah down into his crib to finish his nap.

“I love you, little man,” you told him softly. “Sleep well.”

You collected the baby monitor and slipped it into your pocket before letting yourself out of the nursery. Dean, Sam and Addie were waiting for you in the library. You stepped up in between Sam and Dean, reaching over to put your arm around Dean’s waist and give him a little squeeze before Sam started the incantation.

The corner of Dean’s mouth tugged a little. It was the closest you’d be getting to a smile after the curve ball you’d thrown him by insisting you go after the witch alone. He held the ring over the map, starting just inside the East coast. With the incantation, the ring began wobbling before tugging toward the West.

You could hardly believe your eyes when the ring stopped spinning, perfectly positioned right over Lincoln, Nebraska. You blinked, eyes darting quick to look at Dean.

Twenty minutes later you were telling Sam and Addie goodbye in the mess hall.

Addie threw her arms around you and said, “Be careful. Okay? She’s been known to work with demons, and demons aren’t something to mess around with.”

She wasn’t telling you anything you didn’t already know, but coming from Addie it was sage advice learned from dangers she’d experienced firsthand.

“Thank you,” you told her. “And thanks for staying to help out.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” she answered before stepping back to let Sam say goodbye.

"I put some snacks and drinks in the cooler in your truck already," Sam said.

"Thanks, Brawny." You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck as he stooped to embrace you.

"Take care of yourself,” he added as you hugged him. "And don't worry about the baby. We'll keep an eye on him. Oh, and Jonah, too."

Sam smirked at his own joke and you laughed softly.

“I’ve got to hit the road. You’ll call me if the locator spell shows she’s on the move again, right?”

Sam nodded. “I’ll do it every twenty minutes if I have to until you have eyes on her.”

You smiled at them both, slung your duffel over your shoulder and turned to go, heading for the bunker’s garage.

Dean was leaning against Baby next to your truck, just where you knew he’d be.

"I topped off your tank," he said with a dismissive wave toward the gas can a few yards away. "Checked the oil, too."

"Thank you, honey," you told him as he took your duffel bag from you and set it in the back of the truck.

He turned to look at you then, hands going in his pockets as you pulled your pistol from your waistband holster and did a chamber check before setting it on the front seat.

“Sweetheart," Dean said softly. "What’s it going to take for me to talk you out of this?”

“For our witch to drop dead of natural causes?” you offered, not getting so much as a wry smile out of him.

“Come on,” you told him. “I’m doing this for Jonah. For us.”

Dean sighed. "Dammit, woman. You are as stubborn as you are sexy."

"You forgot deadly."

He lifted your jaw with his fingers, gazing down at you. When he pressed his lips to yours it took your breath away. And not only because you understood the very real trepidation that accompanied his every move just then.

He kissed you long and slow, the tension rolling off him in palpable waves.

You were doing the right thing by going, and going alone. You knew it. But as Dean held you close, obviously struggling to let go, you had your first real moment of doubt.

He pulled back slightly, still cradling your face gently between his hands to look at you. Then, as he often did, your husband found a way to give you exactly what you needed most. "You take that witch out and get yourself back here safe and soon. You hear me?"

You nodded, drawing strength from his confidence in you. "I love you, Winchester."

He held your gaze a moment longer. "Not as much as I love you, Doc."

He licked his lips and pressed another quick kiss to yours. Dean released you and watched reluctantly as you climbed in the driver's seat of the truck, stashed your gun in the jockey box, and started the engine.

He leaned back against the wall, one hand in his pocket, summoning all his willpower to stop himself running for the truck to beg you to stay. You blew him a kiss through the window before backing out.

Dean would spend the next 15 minutes pacing in the garage and trying to get his head on straight after having let you drive off without him. Eventually he’d make his way back inside the bunker to pretend he was okay with any of it.

It was hard as hell leaving him and Jonah behind - Sam and Addie, as well - but that feeling only fueled your raging desire to put this matter - this witch - to rest for good.

You pulled away from the bunker's garage in your brother's truck, knowing he was with you in spirit, along with your mom and dad, as you set out to kill the one woman who had tried to take what little family you had left in this world from you.

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How to babysit a wounded little Hunter

Injured after a mission, you now indulge yourself in his special tender loving care.

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including Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

ಇ. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, early stage of established relationship

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

You dimly sensed footsteps in the bedroom, and then one side of the bed sank. The acquainted scent and warmth embraced you. A cool hand rested on your forehead. In an instant, the heat in your body subsided.

So as soon as that hand was gone, you seized it.

"Don't go…"

You mumbled in a daze. There was a quiet laugh close to your ear, and then that palm brushed against your forehead again.

"If you don't let go, how can I take your temperature then, pipsqueak?"

You recognized that voice. It was Caleb's. So you acted even more aggressively. You yanked his hand tighter, so much so that his entire body appeared to collapse into the bed, just a little above yours.

"Huh? Aren't you a little too strong for someone who is sick?" Caleb laughed again. The sort of laughter that made you feel considerably better.

"I'm not sick." You were persistent, still. "Just feeling a little sleepy."

Caleb's hand tried to pull away from you. But perhaps he kept it that way on purpose, since given your current state, he would have no problem withdrawing if he truly wanted you to let go.

Caleb's hand patted you a little tenderly. He managed to grab the thermometer with his free hand. He took your temperature, then exclaimed:

"Almost forty Celsius!"

You exhaled heavily, almost a moan. Every part of you felt irritated and heated. Despite this, you dismissed it, saying:

"I'm not... sick..."

Caleb used the chance to release his wrist from you. You opened your eyes slightly and gave him a disappointed expression.

"You have such a high fever, yet still saying you're not sick?" Caleb mumbled, but you caught every word. He handed you medicine, but you did not take it.

"Too bitter." You said.

"Quit whining. "Just take it and go to sleep."

"If I take it… you'll have to stay here with me, okay?"

Caleb sighed. "Only until you sleep, pipsqueak."

You smiled faintly and fast to accept the pills from Caleb's hand. You clutched his hand securely as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the Wanderers, the escapes, and the secrets in which you were a part of. Then, when you woke up again, you noticed Caleb seated beside the bed.

“You're awake now, pipsqueak?” He smiled at you. He was rather relieved. He put a hand on your forehead again. “Yup. No more fever."

Caleb's presence seemed to chase the nightmares away. You removed his hand from your forehead and held it tightly.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

"Let's see…" Caleb brushed his chin. "When you arrived home last night, you went to bed right away. You got a high temperature around early morning. From the time you took the medicine and fell asleep until now, I've finished a whole movie, cooked a delicious pot of porridge, and measured your temperature three times."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Caleb laughed. He squeezed your hand once. "You've just been asleep for a few hours. But it is past noon now. Are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure?" Caleb asked again. "I made a super delicious pork rib porridge for you though."

You opened your eyes wide and looked at him. Pork rib porridge was a dish he would often cook when you were sick and no longer in a mood to eat anything. That dish always helped you feel better, even just hearing about it was enough to make you crave food again.

"Pork rib porridge…"

You could only whisper that much when Caleb pressed the tip of your nose and said:

“I knew right away that you couldn't resist food.”

A minute later, the room was filled with the aroma of a still-hot bowl of porridge. Caleb put it on a little tray over the bed. You lay back against the cushion, staring at the meal in front of you as if it were a rare delicacy, despite the fact that the ingredients were absolutely basic.

You looked over at Caleb. He was observing you. "What's wrong? Still no appetite?"

“It's too hot…” You pouted. “Besides,… both my arms and body are aching…”

It took a quite difficult mission in extreme weather, and a high fever to receive special care at your bedside. How could you not enjoy it?

Caleb read you right away. He said: “What? The Hunter in Linkon wants me to feed her? Weren't you delirious this morning, saying you had to go fight off Wanderers?”

“When did I say that? But it's okay if you don't help me. I don't want to eat anymore.”

“Are you still a three-year-old then?”

Even though he grumbled, Caleb still smiled very gently. He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool down, then held it out to you.

You opened your mouth really wide, making him chuckle. When he saw that you were eating well, Caleb felt relieved. He teased:

"I thought you're a grown-up now and wouldn't need me to take care of you anymore."

You replied, still with a mouthful of pork rib porridge: "When you lose your cooking skills, I won't really need you anymore then."

Caleb laughed aloud. He patted your head and said: "I didn’t expect my vacation to turn into a part-time job for babysitting. If I catch a fever from you, you must take care of me in return.”

You rose up in a sudden and pressed your still-hot face into the crook of Caleb's neck, nearly dropping the porridge spoon.

“Then I’ll cook pork rib porridge for you. Just heads-up though, even if it tastes yucky, you must eat it all!”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

The door to the hospital room opened. Rafayel's curly purple hair appeared. And immediately, your phone lit up with a text message from Thomas:

[The little devil is coming for you. Sorry, I did my best.]

You exhaled. Clearly, he had not done his best. That was why Rafayel was here, staring at you with such a deep gaze from the entrance.

"Er… "Hello, Rafayel..." You waved your arm, attempting to greet him with a warm smile.

"Rafayel?" He frowned. "Do you still remember that we know each other?"

"Huh? Why did you...?" You left your sentence incomplete as Rafayel surged inside. He placed his hands on his hips, his expression filled with slanderous words as he accused you.

"Who are you? Do I know you? It's been eight hundred years. Jellyfishes are walkin' naked. Sea turtles climb trees. Sharks are eatin' grass for free! And finally, you remembered me?"

You frowned. Why was there something that rang so familiar with this scenario? Yet it was still off.

“Rafayel, I—”

“When are you going to tell me you're hurt?”

Rafayel pointed a finger directly to your shoulder, where the white bandage was visible through the hospital gown. That was the real reason he was precisely distressed.

“Even Thomas knew you were injured. Yet you didn't say a word to me?! You left me waiting alone for three hours at the exhibition. I can't believe you stood me up!”

You lifted your hand, intending to remind Rafayel to keep his voice down because you were both in the hospital. But he gave you no opportunity to speak.

"Do you realize how scared I was? When Thomas told me you couldn't come, I thought about all the things that could happen to you!”

"Rafayel…" You finally found a chance to interrupt him. “Let's calm down first. I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I haven't told you yet..."

Rafayel crossed his arms. He was still irritated.

“I can't believe it! You deliberately manipulated me with your innocence so that I would let you get away this time!”

You felt dizzy in the head, and your ears were ringing with Rafayel's nagging words and accusations. The injured one was you. Why did you feel as if you had just committed a great sin?

"ARGHHH!" You shouted and clutched your bandaged shoulder. "It hurts!"

Rafayel quickly forgot the rage in his heart. He moved right away to the bed and gently raised your arm. His eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

“Are you hurt? I'll call the doctor here right away!”

You grasped Rafayel's hand, urging him to stay with you.

“See? I'm still very strong. Just a little hurt."

"How much is a little?" Rafayel frowned. You could feel his hot glare on your shoulder, soaking into the bandage and searing your wound.

"… This much." You clasped your thumb and index finger to form a circle, then held it up for Rafayel to see. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.

"I don't believe you anymore." He continued to speak with a condescending tone. "I have to check it out with my own eyes."

"Huh? What do you mean?…” You suddenly blushed. Rafayel looked at you with serious eyes, yet very sincere. He replied:

“Your wound. I want to see it."

The mere notion of Rafayel wanting to look behind your garments made your cheeks flame. You withdrew your hand and refused:

“I told you I'm fine… Don't make such a scene…”

“If I don't see it, how can I be sure you're not lying to me? This isn't the first time you've hidden your injuries..."

That was all Rafayel said. You gazed at him for a second. Aside from being concerned about you, he was also saddened since you had repeatedly hidden your wounds from him. A great deal when you did not want to bother him, he always found out and became much more frustrated.

"Alright then…"

Eventually, you had to give in. You turned your back to Rafayel and carefully slipped the shirt collar down your shoulder, displaying the neatly wrapped bandages around your torso.

You could see your reflection in the front window. Your face turned crimson. And Rafayel stood next to the bed, attentively investigating you, his fingers softly caressing the gauze, causing you to bow slightly in pain as well as anxiousness.

“Yet you said it was just a little wound.” Rafayel muttered. It was his hand that drew your collar back up. And the next thing you knew, you were upgraded to the best room at the hospital.

You weren't used to how wealthy people spent their money. You looked at Rafayel, who had constantly been by your side during your hospital stay. He requested you to remain in the most advanced hospital room, with the greatest level of care. More than that, he refused to leave your side even when you asked to be alone.

"You don't have to do this, Rafayel." You spoke as he was peeling the fruit for you.

"Open your mouth." He handed you a slice of mango. Even if your lips stated it wasn't required, you nevertheless welcomed all of his attention.

"I'm serious…" As soon as you finished swallowing the mango, he gave you another slice. "Really, um... This mango is truly delicious..."

"Do you crave anything else?" Rafayel purposely ignored every time you told him he didn't need to stay there all day and night to care for you. Your wound had improved significantly.

“I think I can be discharged from hospital and get back to work now…” You said. “I don't want to bother you anymore…”

"What's that?" Rafayel pretended not to hear you. “I think I heard the sound of abalone porridge just being delivered to the hospital. Let me go grab it.”

You sighed. Another expensive meal he had prepared for you. But you knew how much you would miss these things when you left the hospital at last and could no longer benefit from his tender loving care.

“Maybe I'll stay here one more day... You're spoiling me too much...” You muttered beneath your breath, but Rafayel overheard everything. He pinched your cheek and responded:

“You're staying because of the delicious food, not because of my devoted service? This is so heartbreaking! Then, after you've recovered, I'll make you repay everything. You have to work overtime as my bodyguard too!"

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You crept along the hospital's vacant rear door. You were just hospitalized in the afternoon due to an injury suffered while on job. Even though the doctor advised you to stay for additional examination, you believed the damage was minor. On top of that, the mission was not yet over. You needed to get back to headquarters.

Unfortunately, your escape did not go well. You ran into a familiar shoulder before you could complete the corridor.

"X-Xavier?" You became pale, but not because of the pain. It was only that you were astonished and a little ashamed when caught red-handed.

His look was incredibly complicated, ranging from apprehensive to serious and somewhat furious.

"Where are you going?" he inquired.

You didn't dare to reveal the truth, so you invented an excuse: "Ah... well... The hospital room is quite boring, so I decided to go for a stroll."

"From the back door?"

"Er… I heard the nurse say this is a quicker shortcut to the garden..."

Xavier gazed at you for some time. You clutched your hand tight, terrified that he would not believe that ridiculous excuse. Yet, Xavier nodded at you: "Then let's go together."

Before you could respond, Xavier grabbed your hand and led you outside. It was night time, the wind blew, sending you a slight chill. Xavier took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. That incredibly gentle gesture made you feel more guilty than ever for lying to him.

“Lead the way.” He told you shortly. For some reason, you had the impression that he was in extreme anger over you.

During the stroll, you didn't dare to speak, and Xavier did the same. He strolled close to you, as if keeping watch rather than walking together. You wandered about for a long time, but there was no trace of the hospital's garden anywhere. Xavier continued to follow your every step in such silence. Him being like that evoked even more guilt in your heart.

At last, you couldn't take it any longer and had to confess: "Xavier... Actually... The truth is, I don't know where the garden is..."

At that point, he spoke up and asked: "So why did you leave your hospital room?"

You didn't dare look into his eyes, so you just stammered an explanation: "Ah... My injury is nothing to be concerned about... That's why I... planned to return to headquarters..."

You noticed Xavier's hands clenching into fists. Fearing he'd be upset, you added: "The doctor also said my injury wasn't too serious— Ah!"

Xavier abruptly pulled your wrist, causing the wound on your arm to hurt. He read through your face which was miserable but still faking a smile. His voice turned sharp:

“If I hadn't caught you, would you really have sneaked away from the hospital?”

Your body convulsed in pain, but you were more concerned about Xavier's rage. You said, "I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'll return to the hospital room right now..."

"Good." Xavier responded curtly. Then he quickly leaned down and held you up in the attitude of a princess being carried.

"W-What are you doing, Xavier?"

"Let's take you back to the hospital room." His expression remained frigid, making you both terrified and embarrassed to be carried by him in such a manner.

Xavier did not return to the same path you had taken. Instead, he took you into the front entrance, where many people, including patients and hospital staff, could see you.

"Xavier? You... put me down! "They are looking at us!"

"I want them to see, so they know you intend to escape the hospital and will monitor you more closely."

Your cheeks became scarlet with humiliation. You swore you saw a kid pointing at you and chuckling, "Mom! I want to be carried like that princess, too!"

And you swore you saw Xavier smirking at that.

After an embarrassing journey, you finally arrived at your room. Xavier set you down on the bed. He chose to remain silent with you as punishment for your unsuccessful escape. You saw him sitting in the corner of the room, peeling a red apple for you.

“Xavier?”

You called out, but he didn't look at you and just replied curtly:

“Rest.”

“Are you angry with me?…”

Xavier's silence revealed the answer. You groaned and pulled the warm cover up high, as if to conceal yourself away from Xavier's rage, but he remained as quiet as a cloudless sky.

When he finished with the apple, he brought it over and gave you a slice. "Eat."

You did not enjoy this cold and distant demeanor of Xavier. If he was upset with you, he should have expressed it directly. You knew it was your fault, and he was so concerned about you that he got mad when you lied to him like that.

"Xavier, I'm sorry…" Your hands seized Xavier's wrist, which was clutching the apple slice. Your eyes widened as much as possible, even giving the impression that you were going to cry.

In the end, the ploy worked. His gaze had softened completely. He placed the plate of apples on the bed and used his other hand to elevate your chin a little. He said: "If you know your fault, then obediently eat all of these and rest."

His hand softly separated your lips, and his other hand inserted a slice of apple for you to eat. You were back in the sunshine, coaxing him to sit on the bed next to you.

"I'll give you three days to recover." Xavier spoke, his voice still agitated, but you could feel his boundless care and love.

"Then I shall bother you to watch over me for a few more days!"

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You had just returned to your private cabin at the icy mountain base when you heard a tap at the door. You answered the door, wondering who was seeking for you at this hour, and there was Doctor Zayne, holding a first-aid kit while standing outside.

“Zayne?” Your eyes caught the blood on his face and neck. Snow adhered to his dark hair. You took a step back and allowed him inside. "Why are you here?"

Your team had accepted the mission of rescuing people caught in an avalanche created by a group of Wanderers on the mountain. You had learnt that a team of physicians from Akso Hospital was also on their way. But you did not expect to see Zayne here.

Zayne set the first aid pack on the table and then turned to you. He went on to say: "I'm here to do my duty as a doctor."

You widened your eyes and inquired him again, "Your duty as a doctor?"

Zayne pointed to your abdomen, which was soaked from your own blood oozing through the gauze you had recklessly covered earlier.

"Oh dear…" You cried out. You were so engaged in battles that you didn't have time to look at your wound. Your head began spinning as a result of excessive blood loss.

Zayne's powerful arms directed and assisted you to the table. He put you to the wooden table and took a chair to sit in front of you.

"Doctor Zayne, what are you going to do?"

You noted this when you found his hand on the hem of your shirt. He seemed to want to lift it up.

"Treating you."

You knew that. But you were still extremely nervous when thinking that he was about to lift up your shirt. So your hand was still securely grasping his, preventing him from moving any further.

“I've already bandaged it. A nurse also helped me stitch up the wound earlier..."

During the turmoil, you recalled being stabbed in the abdomen. A nurse assisted you in stitching it up, but because there were so many others with more serious injuries, you let her tend to them while you put bandages over yourself and returned to the battlefield. Perhaps your clumsiness caused the wound to bleed a great deal more.

Zayne used his other hand to remove yours before pulling your shirt up. The gauze surrounding your abdomen was drenched in blood. He slowly withdrew it as you writhed in pain and embarrassment.

"Try to sit still for a bit, will you?"

Zayne's soothing voice burst out, calming you down a lot. You sat on the table, your hands lifting your body up while you looked down at the doctor who was treating your wound. The fact that you had to display your skin beneath his gaze made you uneasy and desire to cover your face. But Zayne was quite professional. He remained silent and entirely concentrated on his work. He cleansed the wound and applied a new layer of gauze. His warm breath occasionally wafted against your skin, causing you to tremble slightly. Even when his frigid fingers touched you, it seemed like you were being scorched.

"It's done."

Zayne said after fixing the new layer of gauze. You were a little discontent when his fingers left you. You were ready to pull your top back down when Zayne lightly rubbed his fingers against your abdomen.

“Ouch!” Even though the place he touched was not wounded, you were still startled and embarrassed.

“Just checking it again.” Zayne elaborated. He had you sitting on the table, your bandaged abdomen at his eye level. You could feel his stare through the gauze, pausing a bit too long in areas that were not covered by anything.

“Doctor Zayne… Are you done now?”

You attempted to keep your speech cool, but your crimson cheeks could have given you away. Zayne appeared to flash a little smile. You felt the icy sensation of his fingertip on your skin again as he slid it beneath the hem of your shirt, then pulled it back down.

"I am now." He answered while returning the supplies to the first aid kit. "Don't be so reckless next time. You have to care for yourself first before you can save others.”

"Hold on." You stopped him. You altered your position and stared into his eyes. "You always say so, but can you actually do what you say?"

Zayne tilted his head to look at you. You took advantage of the moment and raised his chin to have a better look. He had a minor cut on his forehead, and the blood on his body was most likely someone else's.

"You rushed here to take care of me, while you, yourself, are in this condition."

You spoke. His hand found your wrist.

"I barely got a few scrapes. Not as concerning as someone who rushed into the battlefield with a bleeding stomach."

"Whether the wound is big or small, it can be critical." You stated precisely what Dr. Zayne told you whenever he saw you injured, even if it was only a little cut.

Realizing that he had just tasted his own medicine, Zayne let out a small laugh. Then he tugged your hand, causing you to almost lean towards him. He gazed into your eyes for quite a while.

"So, my doctor, will you treat me?"

You blushed again. Zayne relinquished his hand, allowing you to properly wipe the blood off his face. You had to confess that you were a little awkward, owing to your unexpected closeness to Zayne in such a private and calm setting. He probably could hear your heart racing. He supported your hand which was holding a sterilized cotton pad and said:

"If you want to become a skilled doctor, in situations like this you must be even calmer."

"I'm not as professional as Dr. Zayne." You answered with a little caustic tone. "You were able to treat my wound so calmly just now."

Zayne gazed at you for an instant. His face remained calm, but his eyes were not.

"I'm a skilled doctor. Yet, it doesn’t imply that I wouldn't feel anything while treating the girl I like in such a... condition."

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zegalba · 11 months

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Hunter x Hunter (1999)

#hunter x hunter #hxh #kurapika #phantom troupe #anime #gif #heart #chains #1999

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mari-lair · 6 months

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the response to the ant gon au was insane, here is some more on it

#I headcanon Gon associate Killua with joy so he will only start to remember him/his previous life when killua laughs genuinely with him #gon keep his sweet heart as an ant but he wouldn't be nearly as worried about a 'stranger' as he is with killua #hxh #hunter x hunter #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #killugon #ant gon au #man i gotta do more comics i am a little rusty uyguytft #mari draws #ant gon comic

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jilli-rat2 · 1 year

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Did anyone else’s heart shatter when the collecter started crying and he doesn’t know how to stop crying and his voice broke💔💔

#the owl house #toh collector #toh #luz noceda #lumity #toh luz #toh king #toh season 3 #toh spoilers #toh hunter #toh willow #toh belos #it broke my heart #sobbed😭

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The most effective thing about Ever After High is that every student has their own personal struggle that adds another element to just how life-ruining the destiny system is.

Apple is so terrified of what will happen to her if she doesn’t follow her destiny, that she is willing to compromise everyone else’s happiness to make sure it happens. This disregard for other people is only encouraged by the influential adults in her life.

Ashlynn has to be a servant to an abusive family and live knowing that the ultimate end to her supposedly happy ending is dying to set the stage for her daughters traumatic backstory, starting the whole cycle over again with no chance for any of them to escape.

Blondie feels so pressured to fit in to a deeply classist/monarchist society and ashamed of her parentage that she constantly presents a fake version of herself to everyone she knows, even her best friends.

Briar has to spend her whole life waiting for the moment her destiny comes and she falls asleep for a century. She knows that when she’s woken up, she will be forced to marry a boy dozens of years younger than her who she’s never met and live knowing that everyone she ever loved is dead and gone, the very things that she watched cause her mother’s emotional breakdown.

Cedar’s father was so afraid of watching her repeat his mistakes that he overcorrected, making it impossible for her to ever learn lessons for herself. She is also forced to share incredibly personal details with anyone who asks her questions, and can’t be trusted by her friends with any of their secrets, and it’s all because of her father’s past trauma.

Cerise has to hide who she truly is and never gets to see her family together and happy despite the fact that her parents have potentially the most healthy and mutually beneficial marriage in the whole franchise.

Daring was groomed from birth for a destiny that ends up not actually being his at all, leaving him aimless, feeling as though he has no purpose and has wasted his entire life.

Darling is forbidden by patriarchy and destiny to become a knight, the only thing she really wants, and at which she would be better than both of her brothers. She has to hide who she is and what she loves from everyone she knows

Dexter lived his whole life never knowing what his destiny would be but also knowing that whatever it was he’d have to commit to it forever the moment he discovered it at Legacy Day.

Duchess has spent her whole life knowing that the story she’s commited to living out ends in tragedy for her, and then had to watch the very people she’s been jealous of for years because of their seemingly happy endings give up those endings, while Duchess, loyal and rule following Duchess, is still stuck with her tragedy.

Faybelle tries so hard to commit to what she sees at her destiny that she’s never had a real friend in her life. Even still, no one recognizes her for all that effort and all she’s given up to be a suitable villain. Everyone is more afraid of Raven, who doesn’t even want to be evil.

Hunter has to constantly go against his moral compass to fulfill his destined role as a Huntsman and to try and make his father proud of him.

Kitty has been taught over and over again to value her Mother’s approval over all else, even at the expense of her friends. Her destiny is to create mischief, but how much more mischief can a dissolving world take before it’s too much?

Lizzie finds it almost impossible to express love or care for anyone else due to her mothers excessive conditioning that’s nearly akin to brainwashing. The saddest thing might be that her mother is actually, in her own way, trying her best to prepare Lizzie for a world that will only ever see her one way—as a villain. Now she lives in Ever After, princess to a kingdom that might not even exist for much longer, having given up everything for a destiny that may soon be impossible.

Maddie is a refugee forced from her home into a world she barely understands at a tender age. But she cannot express any angst or negative feelings about this circumstance, because to do so would go against her character. She lives in a world obsessed with destiny and stories while not even knowing if she’ll ever be able to return home and live out her story.

Raven is judged by almost everyone around her for her mothers crimes, many of which were required of her by destiny in the first place. She is nearly forced to commit to becoming a tyrannical megalomaniac (and almost falls into it herself, several times) who would be sentenced to lifelong punishment and torture for committing acts that weren’t even her idea in the first place, and the one punishing her would have been the very girl who begged so often for her to stop being so difficult and just follow her destiny.

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fandomsandflyingstingrays · 2 months

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Highlights from the Owl House reunion panel!

Dana headcanons that the Collector, when traveling between dimensions, came across Bill Cipher a dorito, shrugged, and continued on his way

Zeno said that If Hunter and “his big brother” (Caleb? I assume?) could spend the day together, they would go to the zoo, eat junk food, stay up late, and sleep in

Mela thinks that if Kikimora went to therapy, she would write letters (using her hair claws) of apology to the people she’s wronged

Elizabeth said Camila’s palisman would be a chancleta

Avi thinks that Raine loves making collages and going on nature walks in their spare time

Dana added that King would enjoy helping out with the collages and the consensus became that Raine just hosts collage nights

Alex was adamant that Eda would not be afraid of the IRS (*in the Grunkle Stan voice* “SHE WOULD BE THE ONE TO TAKE THEM DOWN! THE PERFECT WOMAN!”)

Zeno said Hunter's favorite Kingdom Hearts character would be Roxas

Dana can't say whether or not she's working on any new projects

Sarah-Nicole thinks that Hooty would be Luz's chambelan at her quinceañera

Dana said that Lilith's palisman is the one holding the camera for the final shot of the show

According to Dana, the Healing Coven Head would have been "silent, stoic, and scary" if the show had gotten to explore her personality more. Apparently she would have been the only Coven Head Belos wasn't sure he could manipulate

Dana also said that the Oracle Coven Head might have known Kikimora's family (and possibly been the one who got her her job)

Cissy and Sarah-Nicole said that Luz would be the illustrator of Lilith's books on the history of the Isles

Avi thinks that Eda and Raine gromposed to each other silmultaneously

#the owl house #toh #raeda #bill cipher #the collector #toh hunter #toh kikimora #camila noceda #raine whispers #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #stan pines #toh hooty #luz noceda #lilith clawthorne #gravity falls #kingdom hearts #ray rambles

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muchamusedaboutnothing · 2 years

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 1

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @thewinchesterdaily , @girlmadeof-stars 2 ,

Wordcount: 2781

Chapter 1

The bunker was calm and peaceful, colored by the sounds of little Jonah lounging in his father’s arms. It was a strange time - a state of limbo. You were left hoping the witch responsible for almost killing Jonah - and nearly taking Sam and Dean from you in the process - would return to the country so you could make sure she never hurt anyone else ever again.

Without the usual search for cases, things were pretty uneventful and quiet. Not that you minded. After the terrifying whirlwind of Jonah’s recent episode with heart failure as a result of the curse, and Sam and Dean’s nearly fatal sacrifices to break it, it was nice to have a moment to breathe.

Still, you sensed you weren’t the only one feeling like you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Until the witch responsible was dead, it felt very much like a false sense of security. And you knew exactly what was at stake.

It had been almost two weeks since the curse on your son had been broken, and in the time since Jonah was back to the healthy, bouncing baby boy you’d brought home from the hospital.

And, much to everyone’s relief, he was eating “like a champ,” as Dean put it proudly, and was putting on weight again.

His eyes were clear and bright. His heartbeat was strong and steady and perfect, even though it had only been the last few days you’d felt comfortable not checking his heart with your stethoscope at least once a day to assure yourself that he was healthy again.

By all standards, the literal heart-stopping, heroic curse-breaking on Sam and Dean’s part had worked.

Jonah had even begun sleeping longer through the night, getting in a good five or six hours at a time after going down. You and Dean had decided four nights ago to let him start sleeping in his crib in the cowboy-themed nursery, with the added comfort of the Owlet Smart Sock monitor and a video baby monitor for good measure.

You and Dean and Sam all sat around the table in the war room. You were about to ask what the guys were craving for dinner later so you could plan ahead when your phone dinged with a message and you glanced at the screen, seeing Addie’s name.

I’m here.

You bit back a smile and glanced up to see Dean watching you. Dean crooked an eyebrow with interest and you gave a subtle nod to answer his unasked question.

There was a knock on the bunker door just then, and you both looked over at Sam who had paused in his reading across the table from you and looked toward the sound of the knock curiously.

“Grocery delivery,” Dean said casually. “Wanna grab that, Sam?”

“Uh, yeah. Okay.” Sam marked his spot in the book he’d been reading by sliding a paper in between the pages and pushing his chair back, getting to his feet.

Dean waited until Sam was a few feet away from the table before throwing you a mischievous wink. You smiled and took a sip of your water, setting it back down on the table in front of you.

Jonah made a happy gurgling sound and Dean offered him a finger to grip while gazing down at him adoringly. "Wait for it … "

Sam’s voice was muffled from where the two of you sat as he answered the door, but that didn’t mean his surprise wasn’t evident in his tone, even from a distance.

You and Dean were grinning from ear to ear as you waited. It was only a moment before Sam reappeared, Addie Anderson trailing right behind him.

“There she is,” Dean said with a smile as he slid his chair back to get to his feet. You beat him to it and reached her first as she descended the stairs behind Sam, throwing your arms around her neck in an affectionate hug.

“Girl, I missed you,” you said to her.

“Right back atcha,” she agreed, grinning at you and giving you one more squeeze for good measure, pulling back to scan your figure and adding, “God, you’d never believe you gave birth recently. Look at you.”

“I’ve got a ways to go before I’m back to that body again, but I love you for saying it,” you told her.

Then Addie turned to face Dean, her eyes growing wide at the sight of little Jonah in his arms. “Dean!” she called out happily. “And your mini-me. Oh my god, he looks even more like you in person.”

Dean wrapped his free arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side for a hug. “Good to see you, Addie.”

“Same,” she added. “And you,” she said directly to Jonah as Sam took her bag off her shoulder for her. “You are way too stinkin’ cute for your own good.” She held out her arms and Dean handed Jonah over for her to snuggle. Addie bounced him gently and cradled him to her shoulder. "I can’t imagine what you’ve all been through. I’m so glad he’s better."

"He's great," you assured her.

“So,” Sam said as he smiled at Addie, watching her dote on Jonah. “I thought you couldn’t come out for a visit for at least another few weeks.”

“So did I,” Addie said. “But then that conference in New York was rescheduled and I had some free time and decided I could just take advantage of it and surprise you.”

She grinned at him. “Are you surprised?”

Sam chuckled. “Definitely surprised. I had no idea you were coming. Although I seem to be the only one.” He raised an accusing eyebrow at you and Dean.

“Don’t blame them. I swore them to secrecy,” Addie said of you and Dean.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” Sam told her, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder affectionately while she bounced Jonah in her arms.

“You must be tired,” you told her. “Let’s get you settled in.”

You took Jonah from her and Sam insisted on helping her with her bags and showing her to a spare room next to his, adding that he could give her a tour if she wanted.

You and Dean stood watching as they walked out of the War Room together.

“They’re cute,” Dean said, a small smile tugging on his lips. "Nauseating, but cute."

You and Dean prepared dinner together after bathing Jonah and getting him set up in his little swing in the Mess Hall to hang out while you cooked. You were just finishing the grilled chicken and Dean was loading the baked potatoes with cheese and bacon when Addie and Sam made their way in. Addie snatched Jonah out of the swing to snuggle.

"How was the tour of the bat cave?" Dean asked.

"Fascinating," Addie said. "It's way bigger in person than I expected after just catching glimpses in video chats."

Dean practically snorted. "That's what she said."

You bit back a laugh, playfully smacking him on the ass with a dishtowel. Addie raised an eyebrow at Dean and smirked.

Sam covered his face with a hand in exasperation. “Is it bottle time for this little guy?” Sam asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah, actually,” you answered. “Thanks, Sam.”

“No problem.” Sam opened a cupboard and retrieved the formula. He spent a few minutes heating a bottle and mixing in the powder before making his way over to sit across from Addie at the table. “All right, little buddy. Time for dinner.”

Addie handed Jonah over and watched adoringly as Sam cradled him in his arms and offered him the bottle.

“That's it,” Sam said encouragingly as Jonah drank.

“You’re great with him,” Addie observed.

Sam looked almost shy. “I had a lot to learn in the beginning. I think I’m just now getting the hang of this.”

“Nonsense,” you said with a smile. “You’re a pro at this point, Brawny.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know about that."

“I do,” you reiterated, pulling plates from a cupboard as Addie jumped up to help and took them off your hands to set the table.

“Smells amazing,” Addie said as she gazed at Dean’s baked potatoes while passing by on her way back to the table.

"Tastes even better,” Dean promised.

“That’s what she said,” Addie quipped, earning a proud chuckle from Dean that had Sam rolling his eyes and smiling.

Dean wasn’t kidding. The baked potatoes loaded with bacon and cheese and chives were fantastic, and the grilled chicken was cooked just right, if you did say so yourself. You ate entirely too much, enjoying the camaraderie between all of you around the dinner table.

Jonah was snuggled in Addie’s arms and fell asleep there as your conversation carried on past the meal.

You didn't miss the way Sam brushed Addie's hair aside for her so it wouldn't tickle Jonah's face, or the way he rubbed her back lightly with a hand while she answered questions about work and the family business.

Addie told you about the big convention they’d hosted at the hotel last week and how she was relieved to have the enormous event behind her. Talk of her work led to a brief trip down memory lane as you and Dean fondly recalled your wedding that she and Sam had orchestrated.

Addie also said that Cheryl and Jim sent their love and you made plans to video call them together the next day to catch up and let them fuss over how big Jonah was getting. And then the conversation got a little more serious when Addie broached the subject of the witch who had cursed Jonah through Dean.

"Still hoping she turns up soon," Sam said with a sigh. "We can't rest until she's been dealt with."

Addie shuddered at that. Sam began clearing away plates and Dean filled the sink with soapy water to wash them in.

“We should probably tuck our little Buckaroo into bed,” you said, watching Jonah’s chest rise and fall with his breathing as he rested in content against Addie’s shoulder.

“I’ll come with you.” Addie carefully got to her feet so as not to disturb the baby, and followed you down the hall. “I was telling Sam when we peeked our heads in here earlier that the pictures just didn’t do this room justice,” Addie said softly as you guided her into the cowboy-themed nursery.

"We couldn't help ourselves," you admitted, looking around at the nursery fondly. "Dean was practically beside himself with joy at the idea of having a cowboy room for Jonah."

"It was a great call," Addie said with a grin as she ran her fingers along the top of the bookcase Sam had made.

You set Jonah on the changing table and began changing his diaper while you chatted. The baby was still sleepy, and only fussed for a second before you offered him a pacifier and he settled right down again.

Addie came to stand next to you. "God, he's just so damn cute."

“Gonna be a troublemaker, I expect," you said with a smile. "Just like his dad.”

Addie grinned, softly running her fingers over Jonah’s hair. “That is the Winchester way. At least you and Dean are proof even the wildest hearts can be tamed.”

It was a loaded statement, and you wondered exactly what kind of conversations with Sam might have prompted it. You gently bumped her shoulder with your own. “I’m so glad you’re here. I know it can’t have been easy making arrangements with work and everything.”

Addie gave a little shrug. “I just cleared my schedule and delegated all of my meetings for the next while. Mom and my assistant are stepping in to help, and I can do some work remotely from my laptop while I’m here. It’ll be just fine as long as you need me.”

You kissed Jonah's forehead and gently set him in the crib, turning on the baby monitor before Addie followed you out into the hall. “Well, now that you’re here, you might as well get a taste of a day in the life of a Winchester," you said to her. "Do you want to watch our daily locator spell?”

“Kiddo go down okay?" Dean asked when you and Addie found him in the library.

You nodded. "He's all tuckered out tonight. If we’re lucky he might go five or six hours again before he wants to eat."

“That’s more than I usually manage to sleep,” Dean said lightly. He was setting everything up for the locator spell and you reached into the box with the supplies and pulled out the little book inside.

"This belonged to the witch," you explained to Addie. "I mean, technically I guess we should be calling her a Borrower because she deals with demons to increase her power, but we've found that we have to amp up the locator spell with something that belonged to her in order to make it work."

"It does seem to be working, though," Addie said, more of a statement than a question.

"Seems to be," Dean set the globe down on the table. "In any case, it's all we've got to go on."

"You guys do this every day?" Addie asked just as Sam walked into the library.

"We'll keep doing it until she gets back, or until we find another way to deal with her," Sam said, stepping up next to her.

It was sometimes easy to forget that despite having been possessed by a demon when you first met her, Addie had very little experience with the Supernatural otherwise. And while you’d had brief conversations about the subject, she didn’t talk about it much and you weren’t honestly sure how much she remembered from that time.

"You ready?" Sam asked Dean, earning a nod in response.

You pulled a page from the book you were holding and dropped it into the ingredients bowl Dean had prepared. Dean held the ring on a chain near the globe so it dangled over the Atlantic.

Sam cleared his throat and you didn’t miss the way he laced his fingers with Addie’s before he began. Addie closed her eyes for a second, swallowing hard as Sam began to recite the incantation in Latin, but she seemed to relax after a couple of lines, opening her eyes again to watch the ring as it dangled from the chain Dean held.

As soon as Sam spoke the last word, the ring immediately swayed on the chain and pulled East like it was being drawn by a magnetic force in that direction, settling over the country of France.

Dean’s face hardened as he snatched the ring up in his other palm dramatically. “Son of a bitch.”

He was losing his patience. You couldn’t blame him. Every day that dragged on without the witch returning to the states was another day it felt like letting her get away with trying to murder everyone you loved.

"She's - she's still there?" Addie clarified, struggling to reconcile what she'd just witnessed.

"For now. We'll try again tomorrow," you said encouragingly, reaching out to grip Dean's hand with yours.

He took a deep breath and his eyes met yours briefly. "Yeah…." He began packing up the globe and the supplies again, returning them to the box. "I need a beer. Who's with me?"

Addie blinked and said, "Damn. Count me in."

Sam bit back a smile. "I'll grab a six-pack."

When everything from the spell was put away you and Dean and Addie descended the small set of steps into the war room and sat down at the table. Sam joined you there a few minutes later with beer, as promised.

Dean raised his bottle in a toast-like fashion. “To Addie … for making the trip out to visit.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Sam agreed, clinking his bottle against Addie’s and then Dean’s.

You and Addie clinked bottles next and you took a sip.

“And to video chats,” Addie piped in, “for all those times in between.” The comment was innocent enough if not for the little quirk of her eyebrow for Dean’s benefit that literally had him laughing and choking on that first sip of beer.

Sam was apparently too impressed with Addie’s quick wit to be embarrassed by the implications, and he simply smirked as Dean coughed and tried to breathe normally again.

You and Addie locked eyes and both cracked up laughing at the same time.

“All right, all right,” Dean said, still clearing his throat. “I had that one coming.”

“That’s what she said,” Sam deadpanned before taking another sip from his bottle.

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Line the next one up, breakups are hard.

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happy valentine's dayyyyyyy 💕

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Red Stains

You've got a new lipstick and can't wait to test out the color,

on his face.

✧ — Character x F!Reader ✧ — 16+, MDNI, suggestive themes, established relationships, soft fluff, touchy, marking ✧ — Requested by Wytchie Pie.

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

While Caleb was in the living room playing his video game, you walked in with a new lipstick. It was hard not to tease him more when you saw how committed he was to the game. Reaching him from behind the couch, you put your arms around his neck and raised his chin to meet your gaze. You leaned down to give his left cheek a kiss. Then you hurried out of the room.

Though a little taken aback, Caleb simply grinned to himself and carried on playing the game. Not even your scarlet lipstick on his cheek did he notice.

After a while, you returned to the room. You interrupted his match again like the first time and gave him another kiss, this time on the right cheek. With a scowl, Caleb warned you: "Don't be naughty."

But you did not listen. You went into the bathroom again to apply another layer of lipstick. When would he find out that his face was covered with your lip stains? He had such a cute and goofy expression. Should you not tell him, would people laugh at him when he got out at last?

Being laughed at was his punishment. For playing games all afternoon and paying no attention to you. You went back to the living room, sneakily behind the sofa again and encircled him with your arms...

All of a sudden, he grabbed your wrist, bending you over. He leaned his head back to touch your lips and locked it with a kiss. Surprised, you leaped back and attempted to flee. After hurling the console onto the chair, Caleb got up, circled the couch, and seized you.

His hands clamped around your waist, making you turn to face him. “I told you not to be naughty.”

As you looked at the screen with the large word DEFEATED displayed, you laughed. In response, you said:

“You lost because you're terrible at this game. It's not my fault.”

“You're still in the mood to tease me?”

Caleb made an angry face, but all you saw was a cute guy with two lipstick marks on his face. He still held you tightly in his arms to prevent you from escaping. He gently lifted you up so that your bare feet rested on his.

“You tried the lipstick marking thing on my face again, didn't you”

"How do you know that?"

“I can smell it.” Caleb smirked. He could position you against the couch with style in only one spin.

“Caleb?” You were a bit surprised. He still refused to let you go but pressed closer to you.

“Make amends.” Caleb said, his voice a bit coy, making you blush. Normally, it's you who wheedle.

"What kind of compensation do you want?..." You hesitated, but you had good reason to be concerned. Because as soon as you finished speaking, you felt a bit regretful when Caleb suddenly attacked you with a passionate kiss.

When he finally let go to let you catch your breath, he rubbed your head, causing your hair to go untidy. Your fingers still lingered on his shoulder, and your red lips seemed to be inviting for another kiss. Caleb could not let you win that quickly. He stepped back and said:

“Everything always goes your way. That's how it's been all along since childhood. I can't keep spoiling you forever.”

Feeling a little let down, you gazed into his eyes. Caleb's face had brilliant lipstick traces that your fingertips touched.

"Are you sure?" You inquired, and then you hurried to put both of your arms around his neck without waiting for him to respond. You raised your torso and enveloped his waist with your legs. All he could do was hold you, and then you would attack him with powerful, determined kisses.

Caleb laughed while you pulled your lips away long enough to take a breath. He was defeated, again and again. After all, he would always let you win.

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You finished your makeup that day with a little red lipstick on the lips. Satisfied with the new lipstick and cosmetics Tara had just recommended, you glanced in the mirror. But when you turned to Xavier,you saw him dozing off on the edge of the bed. He was still seated, but his back was resting on a stack of pillows and his hand was gripping the plush bunny named Bunbun.

You intended to wake him up, but as you approached, his innocent face and soft snoring made you want to give him a little playful nudge. You placed yourself on the edge of the bed, as quietly as possible so as not to wake him up. Then you pressed your lips to his cheek, leaving a red lip stain.

Leaning back slightly, you waited for Xavier to stir, but he remained deep sleeping. You impatiently placed a kiss on his other cheek. Then one on the forehead, another on the chin... Just like that, soon light and dark lipstick smears were all over his face.

You gulped back a laugh. He was certain to become uneasy upon awakening. Unexpectedly, you were taken by surprise as well. His eyes were barely open when his fingers snatched your wrists and pushed you against the bed.

"Xavier?" You let out a startled exclamation. You felt his body pressing on yours, immobilizing you. He could easily lock both of your wrists together, forcing them above your head and holding them there with only one hand.

You raised your gaze to Xavier's face which was covered by lipsticks. Gradually, he opened his eyes. He was still drowsy, but he was fully aware of the damage you had just caused to his heavenly face.

“I can't believe you sneaked up on me while I was sleeping.”

You giggled, looking apologetic: “I'm sorry. Because… you look so cute when you sleep!”

Xavier pretended not to hear your apology. He tightened his hold on the area that was holding your wrist, and you let out a quiet cry. His other hand freely explored your face and his fingers paused at your lips.

"Your lip color has changed."

Xavier was always sensitive to even the tiniest changes in you. It gave you the impression that he was concerned about you and valued you. You gave a nod.

“And you brought my face out to test your new lipstick?” Xavier questioned. You became aware that his body was gradually dropping and encroaching onto yours.

"I've already... apologized," Your cheeks heated with his breath.

"That doesn't count." Xavier gave a sulky reply. "There will be an equal cost for you to pay."

"H-Huh?

Xavier leaned down and pressed his cool lips to your cheek, leaving a scorching, tingling trail.

“One here.” Xavier said, then he proceeded to kiss the other cheek. “Another here.”

“X-Xavier…” You made an effort to resist and came very close to escaping him. But your wrists were held even tighter. The other hand Xavier was holding around your neck tensed as well.

"Be good!" Although his voice was still very gentle, you caught his impatience, almost like a command.

And you lied still, submitting to his authority as he inked your face with his own lip marks. On the forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. He planted a kiss on your face in precisely the same spot and sequence as you had just given him. You started to get a sense that Xavier wasn't actually asleep, and you were naive to fall right into the trap that was set up by his innocent expression.

At the same time, you relished the sensation of being beneath Xavier, his body heat enveloping you, and the sound of his breathing in your ear blended with every kiss.

The last kiss just ended. As you struggled to catch your breath, you said:

“A-Are you done? Can you…Can you let me go now?…”

The truth was, you never want him to let go. Xavier simply glanced at you and felt your emotions. He lifted your chin again so you could look into his eyes, while he gently parted your lips with this thumb.

“Did I say I would let you go?”

Your eyes seemed to be blurred by the heat between you both. You arched your head back a little, longing for his lips to meet yours once more. Xavier smiled triumphantly as his finger lightly slid across your lips, smearing a small amount of your lipstick out.

“You should have known there is a price for waking me up like that.”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

That evening, while you were getting ready for the date, Rafayel showed up. He took a seat next to you and began fiddling with the makeup items on the table. His long fingers stroke the blush in the box, he waved it in the air, enjoying the color in his hand.

"Look at this. My hands are now the same color as your cheeks.”

You turned to look at Rafayel. He gave you a mischievous smile. With his other hand, he gently lifted your chin.

“Let me help you,” said Rafayel. You obediently sat still so he could apply the pink blush that was already on his hand to your cheeks, although you were certain that they were already pink even before applying makeup.

"Very lovely. The peach hue draws attention to your smile.” Rafayel exclaimed. "Even though you don't need makeup to look beautiful."

You smiled heartily. His lips were always so sweet, giving you more confidence. I had never seen yourself more beautiful than when you were next to him. Even without saying it out loud, the way he looked at you always made you feel like you were the most exquisite painting his eyes had ever laid upon.

“I'm almost done. All that's left is lipstick." You said while taking out a brand new lipstick from your purse. “Tara said this color would go very well with me.”

Rafayel took the lipstick from your hand and looked at its color through the transparent glass cover. Then he gave it back to you. “Go ahead and try it on.” He spoke excitedly, as if he was the one using this lipstick.

You twisted the cap open, applied a layer and pressed your lips together to spread the lipstick evenly. “Mmmh.” Before you could look closely, Rafayel anxiously put his palm on your cheek and drew you in.

“Let me see it...” Rafayel's fingertips playfully caressed across your face and ears while you held your breath. "Red. It truly does fit you perfectly.”

His thumb traced a line down the border of your lower lip, giving you a ticklish feeling. You could not focus because of how near his face was. You gently closed your eyes, then when he was too preoccupied staring at your lips, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“You?!” Rafayel was startled. He withdrew his hand and touched the place you just kissed. A scarlet set of lips like a blossoming flower revealed itself on Rafayel's porcelain face.

"If you don't let me see my lipstick color in the mirror, I'll borrow your face to try it on." You laughed in response.

“What do you mean by that?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Rafayel was left with another lip mark on his cheek, just below the previous one. His eyebrows frowned slightly. His cheeks and ears were scarlet, he couldn't hide his embarrassment anymore.

“That is excessive.” Rafayel mumbled, yet behind that salty expression was a wry smirk. You applied another layer of lipstick on your lips to replace the first layer that had mostly faded. You commented:

“This lipstick tastes somewhat as sweet as candy.”

Hearing that, Rafayel immediately raised his face. He held your chin tightly in his hand and brought it very close.

“Really? I'd like to give it a shot as well.”

After saying so, he put his lips to yours. Before you could protest, you felt a slight pain in your bottom lip as you opened your eyes wide.

“R-Rafayel!” You gasped when he left your lips. Your lipstick was lightly on his lips as he licked it lightly.

“It does taste like candy!”

His mysterious expression confused you. You covered your mouth with both hands and reprimanded: "You just bit me!"

With a sly smile, Rafayel tipped his head and said, "I was only curious to taste your lipstick. Then, I realized something…”

Suddenly he came close to you again. His hand pulled yours down to reveal your red face and slightly swollen, color-smeared lips. He spoke again:

“You taste sweeter than any candy!”

Unsure of how to react, you observed Rafayel get back up. You followed him because you assumed he was going to head to the restaurant that you two had reserved. Just as you were getting up from the chair, Rafayel abruptly pulled you back and seated you entirely on the dressing table.

"Where are you going?" He asked while burying his face in your shoulder and hair.

“To our date?… We're already late…”

Rafayel's dissatisfaction was evident from his facial expression. He glanced back at you, his finger tracing across your lips as if he was painting a picture himself.

"The plan has changed."

He kissed you once more, and this time, the long kisses were broken up by little, painless bites that made you weak in the knees and found it hard to breathe. You pushed Rafayel back a little so he could slow down while leaning your back against the frigid mirror. However, the more you did so, the more he devoured your red lips.

“We can save that restaurant for another time… For now, let's stay here, okay?”

He said between rapid breaths. You nodded slightly. How could you refuse, when all your luscious lips wanted was him?

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

During Zayne's lunch break, you stayed in his office to make sure he ate enough and on time. It could also be said otherwise; it's him who made sure you're full and rest well before returning to the headquarters.

After lunch, Zayne sat reading a book on the sofa. You thought you would get out your new lipstick and give it a little play since you had nothing better to do. You barely learned the fundamental techniques and were too busy fighting Wanderers to wear makeup frequently. But the other day, Tara had just given you a new lipstick and said that this color would look good on you.

You put on a light layer. Since Zayne's workplace lacked a mirror, you turned to him and inquired, "How do I look?"

Zayne merely gave you a quick glance before turning back to the book.

"Alright."

"Alright?!" You said it again. By that, what did he mean? It was "okay" rather than beautiful? Yet, he couldn't even look at you for more than a second. You were a little hurt. You twisted the lipstick cap again and applied another layer.

"What about this?" You inquired with him once more. However, Zayne quickly responded with a "Mmhhh" to end the conversation. You turned your gaze from him to the book he was holding. It took away all of his attention, which he should be giving to you.

Refusing to give in to such an inanimate object, you turned completely to Zayne, pulled him back and pressed your lips to his cheek.

You released your grip, revealing your trophy — a vivid red lipstick mark — on his icy face. However, he continued to glare at you without saying anything. His hand turned the book to a new page and as if nothing had happened, he ignored you once again.

“You…” You let out a sigh. You knew he had his own concerns, but were angry at the thought that you were not important, not attractive enough for him, unlike a medical book. You gave it another go, kissing him very close to the lips this time.

Zayne breathed heavily. Although the expression on his face remained unchanged, you caught his hands holding the book trembling slightly.

“There is a medical appointment that I must attend in an hour. This kind of abuse on my face is unacceptable."

You felt like you had won when he closed the book and put it back on the table.

“Okay, let me tidy it up for you.” Grinning, you got up to grab the tissue box. But you were drawn back by a strong force that very moment. Suddenly you found yourself sitting completely on Zayne's lap. His sinewy arms encircled your waist securely.

“If you want to leave marks on me…” You heard Zayne whispering so softly from behind. “You need to be a little more considerate.”

You sat still and let Zayne turn you around, facing him. Your heart was beating very fast. At this rate, before another patient came to see him, he would have to treat you first. You tried to stay calm in front of him and questioned:

“More considerate? Do you recommend any other spot then?” Your hand briefly touched Zayne's cheek before descending gently. You stared intently, lifting his chin. As you cuddled on his lap, little against the toned shoulders he covered beneath his shirt, Zayne shifted both of your legs so they were more comfortably positioned on the sofa.

Your fingertips paused at his neck, verging on his Adam's apple. You caught it moving slightly. “Or this spot?”

Zayne was clearly making every effort to maintain the residual calm on his face. His eyes were staring at you intensely from behind his glasses, as though he was granting you permission to do that.

And you leaned up to place a kiss there.

You heard a cough come from Zayne. He looked at you, extremely miserable. But you put your hand on the lipstick mark on his neck as if admiring another of your trophies. It did not stop there. You still wanted more, wanted to know what he would do if you went a little further...

Your index finger slid from his neck to his chest and stopped just above his heart.

“Doctor Zayne, your heart is racing.”

Your laughter was as crisp as sunshine in the room, increasing the temperature. Zayne took your hand, neatly holding it in his scarred one. He spoke, but you caught his trembling even though he was very discreet:

“Can you... cure me then?”

Your finger gently tapped on his chest. "Of course." You would always like it when Zayne let me be in charge, asking you to take care of him little by little. His hand loosened slightly, allowing you to freely find the buttons of his shirt and undo them.

Then, you put another crimson mark on his bare chest.

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