#Coincidentally or not I gave my OC this same birthday so now I guess we share it 🤣

[rmelster]

—Happy birthday!

[rizlowwritessortof]

Riz’s Master List

Just updated my master list (finally) - haven’t added anything new for a few months, unfortunately, but I’m working on it! Links below the cut. HUGE THANKS to @firefly-graphics for the dividers, you are a GIFT, my friend! 

Never Look Back

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 21 chapters

Bethany Rae Cooper didn’t realize when she met the Winchesters in her family’s bar and grill that her life would never be the same. But she’s always believed that everything happens for a reason, even if it’s not exactly what you were expecting…

The Shadow’s Edge

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 17 chapters

Sequel to Never Look Back. When the demon Dameon was killed, Dean and Beth thought their son was safe from the prophecy. But when Cas brings them news of the new battle for Hell, they realize that their war has just begun.

The Fine Line

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 34 chapters

An unexpected tragedy sends Devon down the dark path of hate and vengeance, but she will learn that things are not always what they seem…

Scars

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 10 chapters

Sequel to The Fine Line. Dean and Devon’s relationship has always been stormy - but can they work through the scars of their past to find each other again?

Stars In the Darkness

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 8 chapters

A crushing loss brings Dean and Sam to Sioux Falls, and ghosts from the past and present bring them across the path of Tiara, a girl they haven’t seen since childhood.

Dreaming

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 5 chapters

Dean Winchester has always been a bit of a thorn in Kelsey’s side - a very attractive thorn, but still… A visit at her uncle Bobby’s reunites her with the boys, and she begins having vivid dreams - about Dean. Is it just her subconscious trying to tell her something? Or is there more to it than that?

My Unimportant Little Life

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 11 chapters

Season 5 timeline. Dean gets yanked from 2009 to 2014, so he can see the ‘consequences’ of saying no to Michael. At Camp Chitaqua he meets Reggie, and is surprised to find that she comes from 2009 as well…

Back In the Saddle

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 10 chapters

Dean and Sam are back in the old west again - in answer to a cry for help from Samuel Colt. And if Dean just happens to get tangled up with the spirited redhead that owns the saloon… what’s the harm, right?

Sweet Escape

Dean/Female Reader, 2 parts

What happens when a friend jokingly does a spell at your birthday party to bring your cardboard standup of Dean Winchester to life? This one’s dedicated to my friend, Liz, who gave me the idea. If only…

Sweet Escape Part 1

Sweet Escape Part 2

Shut Up and Drive

Dean/Female Reader, 2 parts

Reader teases Dean while he’s driving, so - he gets even

Part 1 - Keep Your Eyes on the Road

Part 2 - Or We Could Park - Parking Is Good Too

Take the Long Way Home

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 8 chapters

A look at Dean and Rusty’s relationship, in the present and through their memories. Flashbacks/memories are in italics.

Black Velvet

Demon!Dean/Female Reader, Dean/Female Reader, 9 chapters

You and Sam are broken after Dean’s death. Nobody expected him to come back with black eyes…

Fade to Black

Dean/Female Reader, 11 chapters

Sequel to Black Velvet. Dean is no longer a demon, but he’s still cursed with the Mark of Cain, and the lure of that darkness grows stronger as time goes on.

Dean and Toby Series

Part 1 - The Meet-Cute (Actually Rescue but Whatever)

Part 2 - The Emergency Bed-Share/Move In With Us Combo

Part 3 - The Hit and Then Run Like Your Ass Is On Fire

Part 4 - The FINALLY Admit Your True Feelings and Get Busy

GENERIC

I’m Good

This is the story that was published in the Seasons - Supernatural Short Story Anthology in 2017. Bobby sharing some memories.

Combo Shot

Dean/Female Reader

June 2015 GIEPP (Girl In Every Port Project) entry. Prompt: Pool/Poker hustler competitive chick. Pretty much pure smut.

A Hunter Walks Into a Bar

Dean/Female OC

Prowling hunter, sassy bartender

Shelter

Dean/Female Reader

Dean providing comfort

That’s How It Should Be

Sheriff!Dean/Female Reader

They have to make a fast escape, but Dean won’t let being on horseback stand in the way of showing a lady a good time

The Storm

Dean/Female Reader

You’re terrified of storms, and Dean is concerned, feelings get shared

Pest Control

Dean/Female Reader

You think you’ve got mice. The exterminator that shows up is Dean Winchester. He’ll just let you believe that, and take care of the problem. And you.

Happy Birthday, Baby

Dean/Female OC (KK)

Fluffy, smutty birthday fic written for a friend

Gunpowder and Dean

Dean/Female Reader

You’re pissed off at Dean, taking it out on the firing range, but he just won’t leave you alone…

Juicy and Delicious

Dean/Female Reader

My entry for Dean’s Flavor of the Month fic challenge - Peach Pie. You bake some peach pies for Dean, and he’s very grateful…

Lost In You

Dean/Female Reader

A casual flirtation leads to a violent encounter, and Dean’s reaction is a little more than you expected. Warning for brief description of attempted (unsuccessful) assault. Protective Dean.

What You Need

Dean/Female Reader

You’re watching as Sam and Dean prepare to interrogate a demon. Dean knows you’re watching him, and he knows exactly the kind of effect it’s having on you…

Santa Claus Is Coming Tonight

Dean/Female Reader

Dean’s really getting into the Christmas spirit…

I Need You

Dean/Female Reader

You screwed up, Sam got hurt, Dean’s pissed and you aren’t handling it very well.

Snow Day

Dean/Female Reader

You and Dean, stuck in a motel room in a blizzard

Frisk Me

Dean/Female Cop Reader

You’re a cop, in hot pursuit of a murderer, and guess who crosses your path?

Comfort

Dean/Female Reader

Dean had a rough hunt, and he’s beating himself up as usual. You take his mind off things for a little while…

When I Think About You

Dean/Female Reader

It was a wild hunt, and you’re both a little high-strung. Surely there’s some way to blow off some steam…

One Finger

Dean/Female Reader

Dean Winchester has never been one to back down from a challenge

What Makes You Feel Alive

Endverse!Dean/Female Reader

The world is bleak, the struggle endless after Croatoan. You and Dean do what you have to do to keep going.

Sweet Misery

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

My entry for Bev’s Song Challenge - song prompt was Cryin’ by Aerosmith, lyrics at the beginning

Winchesters Don’t Giggle

Dean/Female Reader

A friend and I were having this discussion about giving Dean a back rub, and whether he might be ticklish…

Confession

Dean (Priest!Dean)/Female Reader

When Dean returns from some undercover work, you discover a fantasy you never realized you had

The Bait

Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @jessica-bones-winchester’s (now on her 100th url as @cavillanche - Love you, Jess!) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. The prompt was ‘dressing up as an anime character for his birthday.’ And I have to admit, I really enjoyed this one… Reader dresses as Sailor Mars (from Sailor Moon) for Dean’s birthday.

Hey, Man - Nice Shot

Dean/Female Reader

This is for @jessica-bones-winchester’s ( @cavillanche ) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. The prompt was ‘competitiveness in the shooting range (loser cleans the kitchen for a week) No smut.

Take the Pain Away

Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @jessica-bones-winchester’s ( @cavillanche ) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. Prompt was ‘him taking care of you when you’re sick.’ Reader falls victim to a migraine, and Dean helps her through it. No smut.

Lose Yourself

Dean/Female Reader

Smut, pure and simple… Just imagine having Dean tied up, at your mercy while you worship those perky nipples…

The Contest

Dean/Female Reader

Dean loves to give you a hard time, and one night he pushes things a little too far… Flashback in italics. All’s well that ends well.

Slow Ride

Dean (Bullriding!Dean) /Reader

Yeah, after 12x11, y'all should have known this was coming - they don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing… Written (coincidentally - timing is everything!) for the Smut Apocalypse (Smut Appreciation Day) on Tumblr.

The Photo Booth

Dean/Unnamed Female OC - Dean’s POV

This was written for @winchestersandwordprocessors SPN Valentine’s Fic Challenge. Prompt was Semi-public/Risk of getting caught.

Make You Mine

Dean/Female Reader

Dean’s jealousy gets the best of him, which is not a bad thing…

Take a Chance

Dean/Unnamed Female OC - Dean’s POV

In 7x04, Dean gives himself a little pep talk before his planned hook-up with the bartender. That scene is what inspired me. This one is more important than the usual one-nighters, and it’s making him a little nervous…

If We Don’t Make It

Dean/Female OC

This fic was written for @whispersandwhiskerburn Angel’s 2K Follower Celebration. My song prompt was “Broken” by Lifehouse, and the dialogue prompt was “If we don’t make it out of this, I need you to know…” No smut.

My Deliverer

Dean/Female Spirit - Her POV

Dean is hunting a vengeful spirit. But another spirit is in this place, and she is drawn to him…

Friendly Advice

Dean/Female Reader - Dean POV, Reader POV

This was written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. The fluff got a little smudged into smutty fun… oops! Two POV’s, Dean’s thoughts are in italics and Reader’s are in regular font.

Old Times

Dean/Female OC

Sequel a few years down the road from A Hunter Walks Into a Bar. Tiara goes back to the bar for a visit, and who should show up the next night but Dean Winchester… Flashback in italics.

You Can Leave Your Hat On

Dean/Female Reader (nicknamed Taz)

Inspired by the sexy AF Cowboy!Dean we were treated to in 13x06 Tombstone. Helped along by Joe Cocker’s rendition of “You Can Leave Your Hat On.“

Wish Her the Best

Dean/Female OC - Dean’s POV

This is an angsty li'l fic inspired by Thomas Rhett’s ‘Marry Me,’ tore at my heart until I finally wrote it. No smut.

A Matter of… Time?

Dean/Female Reader

This is the crackiest piece of work I’ve ever written - for @percywinchester27 Ana’s PJO Quotes Challenge. Prompt was “Don’t you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?” - “Umm - no. Me running the world would be kind of a nightmare.”

Demon Seed

Demon!Dean/Female Reader

Demon!Dean stops in for a drink and decides he wants you. He’s very persuasive. Written for @evansrogerskitten’s Hottest Dean Challenge.

Not Wasted Now

Dean/Female Reader

When you all decide to get drunk in the aftermath of a bad hunt, lines get a little blurred. Or crossed. Or fucking erased. Fluffy, smutty, comforting, sweet and sexy Dean.

Bad Guy

Demon!Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge. My Tangled quote was “You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, now I’m the bad guy.”

Shiny

Trucker!Dean/Female OC

Trucker!Dean AU. Breaker, breaker, got your ears on? 67 Midnight Rider, put that hammer down…

Some Kind of Hero

Dean/Female OC

Written for Tiff’s WTF Challenge. Dean’s just filling up Baby, minding his own business, when he hears an argument and gets involved. Protective Dean, no smut, left that to your imagination.

Crave

Dean/Female Reader

So, have some ‘Riz is craving some sexy Dean action with a big ol’ side of schmoopy fluff’ stuff. Because I was, and I’m sharing with you - the smut and all the sickenly sweet cuddly that I just need sometimes. If y'all are in the mood for that kind of thing.

Perchance to Dream

Dean/Female OC

Using African dream root on a case leads to an awkward situation, and Karlie can’t handle the tension between her and Dean any longer

Ruined

Dean/Female Reader

Dean comes home from a hunt, and he’s had something on his mind…

Going Home

Dean/Female Reader

Written for @crispychrissy’s Gif It To Me Challenge. Overhearing only part of a conversation sends her running, but jumping to conclusions without the whole story isn’t the best decision. No smut.

Not the Smartest Thing

Dean/Female Reader - Reader POV

Only Dean Fucking Winchester could turn taking a swig of beer into pornography. Cocky bastard. But two can play at that game.

Suzy Q

Dean/Female OC - OC POV

Written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan’s Multi-fandom Follower Celebration Challenge. Prompt - “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

Invisible Touch

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Rowena teaches Dean something new, and he gets inspired. I have no idea where this came from, but here it is…

Maybe I’m Amazed

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

An accident leaves her unconscious and fighting for her life in the hospital, drifting in and out of awareness and memories as Dean refuses to leave her side. Written for @rockhoochie’s 1K Love Supernatural Style Writing Challenge.

Reunion

Dean/Female OC

Passing through town, Dean runs into an old high school classmate. Fluffy and smutty, no angst here!

Playing With Fire

MOC!Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Late Season 10 MOC!Dean smut fic that just wouldn’t leave me alone…

Uninvited

Michael!Dean/Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Michael gives Dean a choice, because sometimes Michael likes to watch…This one is darker than my normal, PLEASE heed the warnings.

What Happens At the Roadhouse…

Early-Season Dean/Female OC

Bailey’s just looking for a couple days post-hunt R&R at Harvelle’s - and then he shows up. Cocky bastard.

Unleashed

Post-Purgatory Dean/Female OC

She’s still struggling to cope a year after Dean disappeared in the explosion that killed Dick Roman.

The Pool House

Dean/Unnamed female OC

Inspired by a dream - one I will never forget!

The Break-In

Dean/Tara (female OC)

One night I started thinking about what it would be like using mics and earbuds and having Dean’s voice RIGHT IN YOUR EAR. And then this fic happened. Hope you enjoy!

Tired of Missing You

Dean/Journey (female OC)

This is one of those times when my story yanked the wheel out of my hands and I just went along for the ride. So if you’re in the mood for a fluffy, angsty cookie with a smutty, creamy middle - here ya go!

Compelled

Dean/Brandi (female OC)

Have you ever had a really bad day at work? I’ve never had a day quite as bad as Brandi’s - but damn, I’d love to use this method to relieve the stress…

The Devil Made Me Do It

Demon!Dean/Shea (Female OC)

Shea is in a reckless mood. Demon!Dean is happy to help her indulge that mood.

Driving Miss Baby

Dean/Reader

Dean decides you need a driving lesson in Baby.

Just a Little Story About Lou and Sam

Sam/Female OC

Lou and Sam walk into a bar… written for a friend who’s a Sammy girl

Doctor-Patient Relations

Sam/Female OC

One-shot inspired by The Born-Again Identity - sick Sammy and Dr. Nicole. Written for another Sammy-girl friend

Head vs. Heart

No title

Fourth of July

Working Saturday Isn’t So Bad

11x17 Drabble

Some Nights He Dreams

Most of the Time

The Name Game

God Bless America

Stress Relief

Dean Hurt/Comfort Drabble

@mrs-squirrel-chester ‘s Album Fanfic Writing Challenge Drabbles

    Dangerous

    For My Brother

    In Chains

    Kiss and Tell

    The End of Me

    Choices

    Hero

    Pure

    In the End

[prettyboyreid]

the story (iii)

me and my friend

(a girl and a boy) (a boy and a boy) (the way the world works)

OC!Potter x Marauders, OC!Potter x Nephew!Harry

As Harry Potter gets older, his aunt makes sure he never forgets about his parents or his uncles.

Based on the song The Story by Conan Gray

Warnings: Mentions of parental abuse and neglect

Word Count: 6,391

After the visit to Remus’ house, the bedtime stories seemed to die down.  Not on purpose, of course; Harry was getting older and more independent, and it took a lot more than just a story to wind him down for bed.  As for Lucy, she found herself having told most of the stories that stood out to her.  She still talked about James and Lily, and of course brought up Remus every now and then, but by the time Harry was nine, the bedtime stories had become very few and far between.  

It wasn’t until Lucy was trying to put something together for Harry’s tenth birthday that she found herself thinking of two stories, both of which seemed to center around her second brother and one of her closest friends.  

A week before July 31st of 1990, Lucy was sat down in the living room while Harry was in his own bedroom, probably playing with building blocks or his very worn down stuffed hippogriff that he refused to let go of.  She had all of their family photo albums sprawled out across the floor in front of her, wanting to piece together a little book specifically for Harry that he would be able to take to Hogwarts the following year.  Most of the photographs she had picked out were of his parents, but of course she had picked out a few group pictures of the Marauders and a picture of Remus and her together.  She did her best to leave out two of the Marauders, only because she found that she hadn’t told Harry many stories of the two on their own.  

Lucy jumped a little bit as she heard small feet pattering down the stairs, shoving her present-in-progress underneath the couch before looking up at Harry with a small smile.  “Whatchya doing, bug?” she asked, gathering up a few pictures and tucking them away so she wouldn’t ruin his surprise.  

Harry gave her a tired shrug, rubbing at his eyes with his small fists as he made his way over to his aunt.  “Witherwings got tired and made me put him to bed; now I’m bored,” he informed his aunt, moving over to her and plopping himself into her lap.  Lucy chuckled softly, kissing the top of his head and combing his fingers through her hair.  

“Well, I was just looking at some old pictures of your mom and dad,” she told him, and he immediately reached for the first large book in front of him.  He grinned a bit at the picture on the front of his parents dancing around a fountain, and Lucy made a mental note to add that into the book she was compiling for him. 

Harry began to flip through the thick pages haphazardly, his aunt carefully straightening them out so they didn’t get wrinkled.  Harry slowly made his way through the pictures, until he tilted his head to the side when he came to a large group picture.  He stayed on it for a moment, long enough for Lucy to become curious as to what he was thinking. 

“What’re you thinking?” she asked him quietly, pushing up his round glasses that were slipping down his small nose.  He was at a section of a few wedding pictures, some of which were missing since Lucy had already picked them out.

Harry pressed his fingers to the photograph, focusing on two men in tuxedos who were laughing; one had longer, jet black hair with his arm wrapped around James, and the other was a slightly chubbier man who stood beside Remus, who was ruffling up his sandy blond hair.  “I don’t know them,” he stated, glancing back up to his aunt. 

Lucy nodded gently, giving him a slightly weak smile.  “Well, that man is Uncle Peter, or Uncle Wormtail.  This one is Uncle Sirius, or Uncle Padfoot,” she informed him, swallowing thickly at the thought of having to explain where they were to him right now. 

“Oh! Uncle Padfoot turns into a dog!” he exclaimed, nodding gently as he finally understood who he was.  Lucy smiled and nodded again, flipping the page to reveal a picture of Sirius and James together on what looked to be their last day at Hogwarts.  

“Is that him again?” Harry asked, turning most of his body around to look up to his aunt.  All she did was nod, looking down at the photo with a small smile.  “Yeah, it is,” she told him, chewing on the inside of her cheek.  

“Why don’t you ever tell me stories about Uncle Padfoot?”  he asked his aunt curiously, still looking up at her as he held firmly onto the scrapbook. 

Lucy was silent for a moment, thinking of a proper response before she shrugged softly.  “I guess I just don’t have as many stories about him as I do about your mom and dad,” she told him, her stomach jerking as she knew she was lying. 

One might argue that she was closer to Sirius than James was at some points; she was there for him after the prank and helped him patch it up, and she was the one person Sirius felt that he could always talk to about anything (James, after all, wasn’t exactly known for always taking things seriously). 

“Can you tell me a story about Uncle Padfoot tonight?” he asked, giving her a pleading, wide eyed look that his round glasses only magnified.  Sometimes, he reminded Lucy so much of her brother it made her queasy.  However, she nodded and gave the boy another weak smile, taking the scrapbook from him and setting it off to the side.  

“Alright, bug.  Whatever you want,” she said, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as he giggled loudly at the sign of affection.  She inhaled deeply as she thought, and decided on the first story that came to mind.

“Let me tell you a story… about me and my friend,” she started, but, as usual, was quickly interrupted by her nephew. 

“My friend and I,” he corrected her, giving her a proud grin as he was catching onto her slight grammar lessons she would throw at him occasionally.  

Lucy laughed gently, but nodded nonetheless.  “You’re right, I’m sorry,” she said, clearing her throat dramatically before continuing with her story.  “About my friend and I,” she corrected, smiling down at her beaming nephew, leaning back against the front of the couch.  “His parents were evil, so we made a bet,” she started, pushing some hair out of her face. 

“The first part of the story takes place in our second year at Hogwarts…” 

-x-x-x-

“Hey, Potters!  Where are you sitting on the train?”  Lucy heard Remus yell to her and James, turning around with her brother to look at the tall, skinny boy as he jogged up to them.  

James, being the more vocal and outgoing one at the time, gave him a shrug.  “Wherever you wanna sit, Rem.  I’m sure Luce will follow,” he teased his sister, nudging her playfully before she shoved him away. 

Peter scurried up behind them, carrying all of his books in his hands as if he didn’t have any room left in his trunk for them.  “I heard we’re gonna have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year!” he exclaimed to his friends, almost jogging to keep up with them since his legs were much shorter than theirs. 

“Who’d you hear that from, Pete? All of the other trustworthy Slytherins who told you that there was a snake running around the castle last year?”  Lucy asked him, glancing back at the smaller boy before he noticed Sirius standing over towards the entrance, with a boy who looked exactly like him only shorter and paler, and two adults who were clearly the smaller boys parents.  The two adults were saying goodbye to the smaller boy, and Sirius was looking down at his feet, like that was the last place he wanted to be. 

“I think it’s true this time, though!  They said they’ve never had the same Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher two years in a row!” Peter defended his answer, the three Gryffindors and the Slytherin all piling into the middle train car as they began their hunt for a compartment for them to share for the next few hours.  Luckily, or maybe more coincidentally, the compartment they had the year before where they all met was empty.  The boys looked at each other before they shoved past each other to get inside.  Lucy followed behind once the three of them were in, glancing out the window for a brief moment and sighing silently as she saw Sirius walking up towards the train.  

It didn’t take long for the dark-haired Gryffindor to join the rest of them, completing their little group in their compartment.  He looked much happier than he did a few moments ago, his mouth stretched into a wide smile as he tossed his satchel into the overhead box.  The rest of the boys greeted him loudly and happily, James and Remus shoving him back and forth playfully before he sat down between the two of them, facing Lucy and Peter on the opposite set of seats. 

“Sorry I was late, I had to show my brother where to sit,” he excused himself, leaning back into the cushioned seat with a bit of a sigh.

“Your brother?  Why didn’t you invite him to sit with us?” Peter asked, and Lucy caught Remus shaking his head quickly but softly, hoping Peter would get the silent hint.

Peter didn’t get the hint. 

“Oh, Reggie would much rather sit with the Slytherins and our cousin Narcissa.  He’s hell-bent on getting into Slytherin like the rest of our family, so he wanted to make friends early,” Sirius explained rather quickly, like he just made up and excuse to not talk about his brother at the moment  Peter nodded and sunk back into his seat, suddenly feeling bad for having brought it up.  

After that, the train ride felt a bit awkward.  The rest of the boys talked and joked around, while Sirius sat back in his seat and just watched.  James and Remus had noticed not too long in, and gave each other a knowing, odd glance that Lucy hadn’t seen from her brother before.  

James stood up about two hours into the train ride, clapping his hands together and giving a dramatic sigh.  “I could go for a chocolate frog or two, how about you, Rem?  Pete?”  he asked, looking between the two boys. 

“I could go for some Fizzing Whizbees,” Remus piped up, standing up before nodding towards Peter, who seemed off in his own world, swinging his short legs off the seat.  Lucy nudged his arm before he finally looked up, nodding quickly before he stood with the other two boys. 

“Yeah!  Yeah, I want some Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans for when we get to the dorm, anyway,” he said.  The three boys quickly scurried out of the train car and off to find the trolley full of sweets, leaving it to just be Sirius and Lucy.  

Lucy stayed quiet for a few moments, glancing up to Sirius every now and then.  Each time, though, he was just staring blankly down at the floor.  She chewed on the inside of her cheek before she stood up and made her way to the other set of seats, sitting down next to him where her brother had sat before.  “Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked him in a quiet voice, looking forward as well, almost as if she was too afraid to look at him.

Sirius just sat still, like he didn’t hear her, his gaze fixated on his brand new shoes his parents forced onto him whenever they made their yearly school shopping trip to Diagon Alley.  But then, all of a sudden, Lucy felt a sudden weight on her shoulder. She glanced down slightly out of the corner of her eye, and saw a mop of black, messy hair resting on her shoulder.  She patted his shoulder gently, hoping it would bring him some sort of comfort.  That’s what her mother did to comfort her, at least. 

“I just hate spending the summer at home,” he told her quietly, his gaze moving between the thinly carpeted train floor and the glass door, hoping none of his friends would come in while he felt so vulnerable.  

Lucy just nodded gently, glancing down at him a bit as he spoke.  “I saw you with your parents and brother earlier, back at the platform,”  she told him, which only evoked a sigh out of him. 

“Reg has always been the favorite.  I’ve just been… different, obviously,” he said with a weak laugh, flipping his tie up a bit.  “He always followed everything my parents said blindly, I questioned every other thing they did.  It’s practically unheard of in our family,” he explained to her, chewing on the inside of his cheek. 

“I mean, I’m pretty different from James, if it makes you feel any better.”

“Yeah, but you’re a good kind of different, and your parents still love you,” he mumbled, which shut Lucy up almost immediately.  “They practically hate me.  Mum finds a new reason to yell at me or ground me every other day.  On her off days, my dad finds a reason to yell at me or ground me.  All because I don’t think I was supposed to be in Slytherin and that I shouldn’t just… hate half of the witches and wizards because they don’t have the same blood I do,” he sighed, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes tiredly. 

Lucy frowned a bit, resting her hand on his shoulder still as he gave him a sympathetic smile.  “You know you’ll always be welcome at our home,” she told him, to which he only scoffed at. 

“Mum says no one would want to take me in, she’d throw me to the streets if she could,” he said with a bitter chuckle, before swallowing thickly and looking back down at his feet.  

Lucy sat silently for a moment, looking down at her lap as she mulled all of that over.  She eventually sat up straight and turned to him, taking her hand off his shoulder so she could hold her pinky out to him.  Sirius furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he looked at her, shifting in his seat to face her as well.  “What are you-”

“I want you to promise me something, Sirius,” the twelve-year-old said firmly, shutting up the boy quickly.  “If it ever gets too bad at home, and if you need somewhere to go, I want you to promise me you’ll run to me and James.  You know mom and dad would love to have you, and you’d have a better life,” she said, practically pleading with him. 

Sirius chewed on the inside of his cheek, sighing before he wrapped his pinky around hers, giving her a weak smile.  “Alright, Potter.  Only since I’m scared you’d drag me over to your house anyway,” he teased, to which she just nudged him playfully.  

“And I will if I have to, I swear on Merlin’s grave,” she said, her voice joking despite how much she genuinely meant it in her heart, holding her right hand up as if she were swearing to it.

Sirius just laughed softly, leaning back in his seat a bit as the three other boys finally filed back into the compartment, Remus taking his old seat as James sat down next to Peter across from the rest of them. 

“Hope we didn’t miss all the fun,” James said, carefully opening his chocolate frog before grinning when he caught sight of the card inside.  “Finally!  I got Gryffindor!” he exclaimed happily. 

“Don’t worry, you still have a few hours left to catch up to us,” Sirius said, taking the box of Fizzing Whizbees that Remus had grabbed for him, giving him a small smile as a thank you, dumping some of them out into his hand and quickly shoving them into his mouth.

-x-x-x-

Harry looked up at his aunt curiously as she finished the first portion of her story, causing her to chuckle softly.  “What?  Is it a bad story?” she asked, pushing some of his hair out of his face, which was starting to curl at the ends, reminding her so much of the young boy’s father. 

“I don’t get it,” he told her firmly, leaning against her shoulder slightly as he spoke.  “Why do his parents not like him?”

Lucy gave him a sad smile, adjusting the way her nephew sat on her lap so he could look at her.  “Uncle Padfoot didn’t like what his parents taught him, so he acted out because of it, trying to be different from his family.  His mom and dad didn’t like that too much,” she explained to him.  “But, if he wasn’t so different from his family, he wouldn’t have been such good friends with me or any of our other friends,” she added. 

Harry nodded, still looking vaguely confused.  “His parents don’t seem very nice.”

“They weren’t,” Lucy confirmed, kissing the top of his head gently.  “That’s where the rest of the story happens,” she told him, leaning back slightly against the front of their older, weathering couch.  “This happened in the summer between our sixth and seventh year…”

-x-x-x-

It was a warm July night in 1977.  Euphemia and Fleamont had gone to bed early, leaving James and Lucy alone in the living room, playing a card game Remus had taught them at some point during their free time for hours and hours, almost until the night had become the early, early morning.  

“Merlin, James, you’re supposed to slap the Jack, not the King,” Lucy groaned, shaking her head a bit at her brother.  He frowned a bit at his sister’s comment, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back slightly.  

“It’s confusing!  You can’t blame me for it,” he huffed out, gathering up all of the cards and beginning to shuffle them again, doing it as carefully as possible to copy the way Remus showed him back in their dorm.

“I most certainly can when it’s in the bloody name!” she argued, shaking her head a bit before glancing up at the grandfather clock pushed against the wall.  “I might let it slide if you go and get me some butterbeer,” she said with a grin, tilting her head to the side to feign some sort of innocence to her twin. 

James frowned a bit and sat for a moment, obviously thinking it over before he groaned, setting the deck of cards down on the coffee table.  “You’re lucky I’m thirsty, too,” he said, pushing himself up before heading off to the kitchen through their dining room.

“Whatever you say!” she called after him as quietly as she could while he could still hear her, shaking her head a bit as she began to shuffle the cards a bit. 

The cards didn’t stay in her hands long, however, as she heard a large whoosh noise and a flash of light coming from the fireplace.  Lucy scrambled for her wand and stood up a bit, her hand slightly shaking until the smoke cleared and she saw a boy, looking cold and terrified, slowly making his way into the living room.  

“Sirius, what in Merlin’s name are you doing here?” she asked, tossing her wand onto the couch before making her way over to him.

“Luce!  Everything alright in there?” she heard James call from the kitchen.  She quickly looked from Sirius to the general direction of the kitchen, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“I’m good!  I just… tripped, that’s all!” she said.  She stayed silent for a moment to listen for her brother, but given that there was no response, she assumed he took her excuse, and she turned back to Sirius.

“I, uh… I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” Sirius explained to Lucy quietly, running his hands back through his dirty-looking hair as he kept his gaze fixated on the ground in front of him.  

Lucy just nodded, gently guiding him over towards the couch and sitting him down.  “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked him quietly, continually looking over her shoulder to make sure her brother didn’t walk in on the two of them talking; she knew all too well Sirius hated feeling vulnerable, especially in front of James.  He wanted to keep up his tough guy act, even if that meant he had to keep a few things from James now and then.  

“She just… she was too much,” he said silently to her, slumping back into the couch cushions.  “I didn’t know what to do, so I just… I used the fire place when they all went to sleep and used the floo network to get here,” he explained to her quickly, his gaze flicking over to the fire he had just stepped out of, worried his mother or father would come bursting through the flames any second. 

Lucy just nodded, wrapping her arm around him so his head rested tiredly against her shoulder.  “It’s alright, don’t worry about it.  Do you need anything?” she asked him quietly, looking down at him carefully as she spoke.

He shook his head quickly, already looking nervous from his intrusion.  “No, no, I just… I think I need a minute,” he told her softly, letting out a heavy sigh.  

So, she gave him the minute he needed, and many more after that.  It almost felt like an eternity before he heard a voice from behind them, her head picking up and turning quickly only to face her twin brother, whose focus was stuck on his best friend. 

“Pads!  What’re you doing here?  I thought you couldn’t visit for another week,” he asked in a rushed voice, moving around the couch and setting down the little bottles of butterbeer on the coffee table before glancing at his sister.  “I had to run down and get some from the cellar; mom must’ve forgotten to restock the fridge after last weekend,” he explained quickly, before sitting on the other side of his best friend. 

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I needed to come a little earlier.  I’m sorry to just burst in like this but…” his voice cracked and trailed off, his attention turning down to his lap, his expression rivaling that of a kicked puppy.  It was only now that Lucy noticed his puffy, red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, which he had been trying to hide from the two of them. 

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to,” James told him quietly, having realized he hadn’t just snuck away for a sleepover like he usually had done in the past summers.  It was something much different than before.

Sirius shook his head quickly, sniffling a bit before letting out a sigh.  “No, I just… I didn’t think I’d ever need to do this.  I should’ve called ahead, I’m really so-”

“Don’t apologize, Sirius.  Please.  We’ll work it all out, you don’t need to apologize for something like this,” Lucy insisted, giving him a warm smile that the boy hadn’t seen the likes of since he got off the Hogwarts Express at Platform 9 ¾ at the end of June. 

Sirius just nodded gently, looking down at his hand and twisted a silver ring around his finger.  “Mum got really mad at me tonight, and she just… she got out of hand…” Sirius started, focusing on his hand as if this was the last thing he wanted to talk about.  “She tried to use the Cruciatus Curse on me at some point.  B-but it was my fault, I was being a prick during the dinner party and-”

“It’s not your fault, Padfoot,” James interrupted him, who refused to hear his best friend blame him for something like this.  “It doesn’t matter what you did, it’s an unforgivable curse for a reason.  There’s not a single excuse for her to have tried that on you,” he told him, wrapping his arm around his friends shoulder to give him a bit of a hug.  

Sirius just nodded quickly and weakly, obviously not agreeing with James at that moment but not in the mood to argue about it, running his hands down his face with a soft sigh.

“What happened at the party?” Lucy asked gently, partly out of curiosity and partly because she wanted to see how ridiculous his mother’s reaction was.  Having known Sirius as long as she has, Lucy knew by now that Walburga had the tendency to blow things out of proportion, and Orion usually backed her up; whether it was because he agreed with her or he was afraid of her, Lucy hadn’t quite figured that out yet. 

Sirius took a deep breath and grabbed one of the untouched butterbeers off the table, which had been long forgotten by the twins.  “Mum had our Uncle Cygnus and his family over, except ‘Dromeda.  Bella and Narcissa brought their husbands, and it was the first time Bella and Rodolphus were there as a married couple, so mum was especially uptight about everything,” Sirius explained, running his hands back through his hair again, his eyes flitting over to the fireplace again. 

“After dinner, we were all just sitting in the parlor and talking, and Reg had left to go get some cigars or something for dad and the other men there, so it was basically just me with Rodolphus and Lucius.  Lucius started making comments about… You-Know-Who, and then said something about Muggle-borns.  I got mad, partially because it was obviously offensive, and partially because I’ve gotten close with Lily since you guys hung out a lot more this year, so I said something to him, and we had a back and forth, until we both pulled our wands on each other,” Sirius told them, eventually pulling off the ring he had been messing with and tossing it on the table.  “Mum walked in at the wrong time, and got reasonably upset, then sent me to my room.  When she came up after everyone left, that’s when everything happened.  She said the usual: she wished she had a better son, that she should’ve gotten rid of me when I had the chance, a few hexes in between, all that fun stuff…” he said, giving a bitter chuckle as he took a quick drink of the butter beer. 

“Then she added the curse in there, and I realized I had to leave, so I packed my trunk up with what I could and floo’d over here the second they went to bed,” he finished, leaning back into the couch and focusing on the dying fire in front of him, afraid of how his friends would react to all of this. 

The Potter twins didn’t even know how to react at first.  Both of them just started at Sirius for a bit, their attention shifting to each other after a few quiet moments.  It was almost as if they were having their own quiet conversation, trying to figure out what they should do. 

“I hate when you two do that, you know,” Sirius muttered after a few quiet minutes, taking another long swig of butter beer.  He looked between them and gave a weak laugh, shaking his head a bit.  “I don’t have to stay here if it’s a problem.  I just know how Lyall and Hope can be about me, and I didn’t know how Peter would react, and I remembered you told me that one time that I could always come if something happened at home…” Sirius explained, his voice trailing off as he looked over to Lucy.  

James looked back to his sister curiously before turning back to Sirius quickly.  “It’s no problem at all, Sirius.  Don’t worry about it,” James said quickly, clapping his hand over his shoulder.  Sirius gave him a weak smile, before he leaned into him a bit slowly, until he found his face buried in his friends’ shoulder, his arms wrapped around him in the tightest hug possible, and did his best to hold back any tears.   Lucy frowned a bit over to her brother, who wrapped his arms around Sirius as well, before she did the same, resting her head between his shoulder blades.  

At that moment, it was like something inside of him snapped, and he finally let go.  His body shook with sobs as he latched onto his two closest friends, his eyes burning as they flooded with salty tears that he had been holding back for sixteen years, tears that he had been too afraid to let out.  They all ran down his cheeks as he practically collapsed into a heap between Lucy and James, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders that he hardly noticed was weighing him down anymore.  Of course he was frustrated and upset, but at the same time, for the first time in his life, he felt like he had been freed.  It was different from when he first got to Hogwarts and was away from his parents for the first time, since he still felt his parents looming presence over him, whether through different letters his parents sent throughout the year, his cousins or brother, or even a portrait of a Black family member somewhere in the castle - now, he felt like he could finally get rid of them, and he’d be able to be his own person, without having to worry subconsciously what his parents were going to do if they ever found out. 

It took a good ten minutes, maybe even more, for him to finally get everything out.  The three of them remained in their messy grouping, though, the twins not wanting to move in case Sirius still needed them, and Sirius in desperate need to hold onto them, wanting to keep the closest thing he ever had to a family as close to him as humanly possible.

None of them really knew how long they were sitting there, only that none of them moved, except to shift to be more comfortable every now and then, until they heard two sets of feet slowly making their way down the steps just after the sun had risen in the early morning sky.  

“What’s going on down here?” a deep male voice asked, causing the three of them to sit up straight quickly and turn to face Fleamont and Euphemia Potter.

Sirius, to everyone’s surprise, spoke up for all of them.  “I’m sorry for the intrusion, Mr. and Mrs. Potter.  I just… had a really rough night and didn’t know what to do except to come here,” he explained, wringing his fingers out in front of him anxiously, like he was worried to have another set of adults be frustrated with him so quickly together. 

James and Lucy, however, weren’t about to let that happen.  “It’s our fault,” the two of them said in unison, standing up so they could properly face their parents. 

Euphemia and Fleamont both raised a brow, but said nothing as they waited for their children’s excuse.  “I told Sirius a while back he was always welcome if anything bad happened at home,” Lucy explained.

“I made sure he knew where to go and that he could always use the Floo Network if he needed to come here,” James added, almost making it into a competition for who could take more of the blame off of Sirius. 

Mr. and Mrs. Potter looked between the three of them for a moment, and just relaxed.  “Good thing I hadn’t started on breakfast before you arrived.  Do you like blueberry pancakes, Sirius?”  Euphemia asked, leading the rest of the family into the kitchen as she spoke. 

Sirius grinned widely from ear to ear at her response, nodding gently.  “They’re my favorite,” he told her, beginning to follow before he stopped.  The twins stopped with him, turning to face him almost nervously.  Lucy chewed on the inside of his cheek, and James shoved his hands into his pockets as they waited patiently for what Sirius needed to say or do. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, weakly smiling down at his feet for a moment  before looking up to them again.  “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have you two,” he admitted, folding his arms across his chest. 

The twins just smiled, each of them wrapping an arm around Sirius.  “You’re like our brother, Pads.  This is your home as much as ours,” James told him. 

Sirius just grinned widely, like those few words had made him the happiest person in the entire world.  He wrapped one arm around each of them, before the three of them finally made their way into the kitchen for their first meal as a proper family. 

-x-x-x-

As Lucy finished the story, she looked down at Harry to see him enthralled in the picture of Sirius and his father at the wedding yet again.  She smiled softly, combing her fingers through his dark brown hair. 

“Did he always live with you guys after that?” Harry asked, looking up to his aunt after a minute.  

She thought over the question for a minute before nodding gently, giving him a warm smile.  “Until we graduated from Hogwarts.  Your mum and dad got their own little place, and Uncle Padfoot and I lived with Uncle Remus and Uncle Peter for a few years.  Then Uncle Remus had to go do some things for work, and Uncle Peter decided to go and live with his parents again, so it was just me and Uncle Padfoot for a little while, until I got to take care of you,” she said with a warm smile, tapping his nose playfully.

“Why didn’t Uncle Padfoot take care of me with you?” he asked curiously, his head tilting to the side a bit. 

Sometimes Lucy hated how much he looked like his father. 

“Because Uncle Padfoot had to go live somewhere else, and neither of us could go with him,” she explained to him gently, giving him a sad smile.  She knew she couldn’t tell him what had really happened to his uncle - not yet, at least.  He probably wouldn’t even fully understand if she did tell him.

Harry just nodded, and scrambled up from his seat in his aunt’s lap.  Lucy got up as well, checking the time on the grandfather clock pushed into the corner of the living room.  “Looks like it’s time for bed, bug,” she told him, holding her hand out for him before she led him up to his bedroom and getting him ready for bed. 

She got him out a pair of pajamas and helped him comb out his hair, before tucking him into his scarlet and gold sheets and making sure he had his favorite stuffed animal right beside him.  

“G’night, B.P.,” she told her nephew once he was fully in bed, taking off his glasses and setting them on the little bedside table. 

“Aunt Lucy?” he asked, sitting up a bit in his bed so he could look at her as best as he could without his glasses. 

She turned back to him with a small smile, folding her arms across her chest as she took a few steps towards him.  “What’s up?”

“Do you think we’ll ever get to see Uncle Padfoot again?” he asked, leaning back against his pillows as he spoke.  

Lucy swallowed thickly but did her best to keep her gentle smile presented to her nephew, shaking her head gently.  “I don’t think so, bubba,” she told him honestly.  

The boy accepted this answer much better than Lucy had anticipated, before he finally laid back to go to sleep.  “I wonder if he’s alright,” he thought aloud, to her, turning to face his aunt quickly.  “Goodnight, L.P.”

Lucy smiled again, flicking off the light.  “Goodnight, B.P.,” she said again, before slowly closing the door and making her way down to the living room again.  

The biggest scrapbook was still open to the wedding section, where there was a picture of all the boys together, practically hanging off of each other as they laughed at something stupid that one of them probably said.  Lucy looked down at the photo fondly, dragging her fingertips across the edge of the photograph before she closed the book with a sigh.  “I hope he’s alright,” she breathed out quietly to herself, shaking her head a bit before beginning to clean up the area a bit so she could head to bed.

As Lucy made her way up to her own bedroom, she passed the picture frames that showed all of her friends and family at their happiest moments that hung on the wall.  As she looked at a picture of Sirius smiling brightly with her and her brother on their first Christmas together, she didn’t realize that hundreds of kilometers away, he was holding so dearly onto memories just like that one, hoping it wasn’t taken away from him every time the black, ghostly figures passed by his cell.  She didn’t know how much hell he went through every day, blaming himself for every little thing that had gone wrong that night, reliving the moment when he found his two best friends in their ruined house in Godric’s Hollow.  

All she knew was she lost her two brothers in one night, and it hurt her more than she could say whenever she saw that picture.  She could practically hear the two boys fighting over who got to open the first present, practically seeing them nearly knock over the tree as they wrestled a present between themselves.  And it hurt her even more that she’d never experience one of those moments ever again.

Yet she still hoped that he would be okay as she finally got into bed, falling asleep as she wished she could tell him one last time that everything would be okay and one day he’d be able to see his godson again.

Oddly enough, it was that same thought that helped lull him to sleep, miles and miles away.

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hi can u do a fic where theres a cute irish boy that works in a flower store and theres a rly hot muscular guy that works at a tattoo parlor with his sister next-door and they fall in love over mutual bonding over a certain flower (i like bell flowers)

Ok, this is actually Stryker bc she’s been bugging the hell out of me to finally post some of my OCs. So, here’s a random one-shot that I had written of two of my characters!!! Enjoy :)

Flowers made Ruairi happy. They were Mother Nature’s gift to the world, and were able to bring joy and life in even the darkest of places. Not only that, but there were millions of different variations of them, just like there were millions of different variations of people. It was the perfect system. His shop was brightly lit with large glass windows, and different flowers were scattered across the store. While it would appear disorganized to an outsider, he knew where every plant was and had clearly signed it so that shoppers could find what they were looking for.

Right next door to Ruairi’s shop was a very different store. It was a tattoo parlor. It had clean lines, and was perfectly organized. There was a station where two large, leather bound books of tattoo designs were clearly labeled, the walls had tattoo designs hung in cleanly cut, black frames, and there were tattoo chairs in the back or private rooms along the back wall. It was pristine, and Ruairi couldn’t help but say that he admired the organization every time he walked by to get to his car.

Of course, he had never gone in. No, he had no reason to go into a tattoo parlor, even if he admired the owners organization and the general aesthetic of the store. In fact, he had no idea who even owned the parlor, only that there was a super cute, or could he classify him as hot, tattoo artist that worked there everyday.

Ruairi was daydreaming about the brown haired, broad, muscular, blue eyed tattoo artist when his doorbell jingled, signaling the entrance of a customer. When he looked up he smiled brightly at the panicked looking man before him. He was in a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, his black hair was messy and unbrushed, and his green eyes were wide with fear.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” Ruairi grinned, glad that he never had to worry about getting flowers for a significant other since he owned the store, and since he didn’t have a boyfriend. However, he did sympathize with all of the poor souls who had come to his store in panic over the years.

“Uh, yeah, it’s my girlfriend’s birthday and her present isn’t coming for another two days, so I need something to give her!”

“Ok, does she like flowers? A specific type of flower, maybe?”

“No, not really. When we first started dating I got her flowers and she gave them to her mother.” The man sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair.

“So, then why do you think getting her flowers is a good idea?”

“I don’t know. I’m desperate.” he ran a hand down his face. “She’s going to get home from work in a few hours, and I have nothing.”

“Lemme see what I can do.” Ruairi offered, then began wandering through the packed aisles of flowers. He scanned them, hoping to hear the customer that was trailing him make a noise of triumph when he saw one that his girlfriend might like. When he had walked the majority of his store with only one bouquet even slightly catching the customer’s eye, he turned to the man with a sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I have for someone who doesn’t like flowers.”

“Fuck.” his hands found residence in his hair and pulled. Ruairi watched helplessly as the man all but sank to his knees.

“Does she like tattoos? ‘Cause, there’s a parlor right next door.”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s her brother’s…and she works there. I can’t exactly go get a gift card for her when she already gets the family and employee discount.” he sighed.

“Have you asked her brother what kind of flowers she likes?”

“No, but I’m gonna now.” he turned and left the store without another word. Ruairi shook his head and laughed. It was always crazy watching what people did out of desperation. He was returning to his little counter when he heard his doorbell jingle again. When he turned, the breath was nearly knocked out of him. Beside the black haired man was the tattoo artist that Ruairi had been fawning over for the past year.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “I-I mean hi.” Ruairi raised his hand in a half wave and felt a hot blush rise on his pale, freckled cheeks.

“Hey,” the artist smiled, glancing over at his friend hesitantly before continuing, “I’m Ryan.”

“Oh, I’m Ruairi.” he stepped forward and extended his hand to Ryan, praying that his hands weren’t sweaty. Ryan’s grip was strong, and Ruairi could see the veins of his muscular hands. It was then that Ruairi realized that the tattoo artist wasn’t wearing a sweater, or sweatshirt, or flannel which he usual wore in and out of the shop. No, he was in nothing but a tank top. A tank top that showed off the thickly corded muscles of his arms, back, and shoulders, as well as the tattoos that decorated his upper arms and shoulders. God, how had Ruairi not seen his upper body before?

“Um, yeah, so I’m Matt, by the way.”

Ruairi quickly pulled his hand back from Ryan’s, looking over to Matt who, damn him, was smirking at the two flushed men. “Yeah, so, Ryan, you’re Matt’s girlfriend’s brother, so you should know her favorite type of flower, right?” The red-headed florist scratched at the back of his neck.

“Oh, well, she’s never really been a flower person. No matter what my mother tried, Erin never quite got flower fever, or whatever. No, she always hung out with my dad and I.” Ryan chuckled, his eyes glazing over a bit as he thought back to his childhood alongside his sister.

Ruairi hated to interrupt his reminiscing, but he figured he couldn’t stay away from his shop too long, so he pushed on, “Well, do you wanna walk around with me, and maybe see if I have anything that could possibly fit the bill?”

Ryan nodded, and the two began wandering the store, Matt trailing behind them. Occasionally, Ryan would point out a bouquet with a smile, but most of the time it was about a tattoo he had done and not about Erin. Despite these anecdotes being useless, Ruairi smiled at the brown haired man. It was interesting to learn about how their, oh so different, professions overlapped.

Ruairi was about to lose hope in their mission, when something seemed to catch Ryan’s eye. When he looked at the bouquet that Ryan was reaching for, he was pleased to see that the man had chosen his favorite flowers. So, he took the bellflowers from him, ignoring the way his heart fluttered when his fingers brushed Ryan’s. He quickly rung up and wrapped the flowers, handing them off to Matt with a smile. Then, he turned to Ryan, “So, why bellflowers?”

“Oh, my dad used to always buy them for our mom, and so they were always around the house. I’m hoping they’ll remind her of Dad the same way they remind me of him.” Ryan shrugged, looking at the purple flowers with a fond expression.

“Here, why don’t I throw in an extra bouquet for you? On the house.” Ruairi wasn’t sure where the idea had come from, but it felt like the right thing to say. He definitely knew it was the right thing to say when Ryan’s face lit up with a smile and color flooded his freckled cheeks.

“I couldn’t.” he waved the offer away.

“I insist.” Ruairi was already running off to get the bellflowers, returning through the crowded store to find Matt whispering in Ryan’s ear and laughing. He had to hold back his chuckle when Ryan slapped the taller man on the arm and hissed something back, which only made Matt laugh harder. “Here you go.” Ruairi quickly wrapped the flowers and held them out towards Ryan.

“Ok, but you’ve got a free tattoo whenever you want.”

“One bouquet of flowers is hardly worth the same as a tattoo!” Ruairi protested.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to keep giving me flowers.” Ryan smiled, then dismissed himself. After all, he couldn’t leave his shop unattended for longer than he already had.

After that, it became typical to find Ryan stopping in at Ruairi’s flower shop to pick up a bouquet of bellflowers and talk for far too long. Each bouquet was proudly displayed on the front desk of his parlor for all to see, not that Ruairi knew since he never visited the tattoo parlor. At least he never visited until one day he barged in with a grand idea.

“I’m gonna take you up on that tattoo!”

Ryan’s head popped up from where he had been studying a drawing a client had sent him. He looked at Ruairi, stunned for a second, before a grin spread across his face. “Finally. What do you want to get?”

“Ok, first lemme explain, ‘cause you’re gonna think it’s weird.” Ruairi said. “They’ve been my favorite flowers for years, and it’s just coincidental that it—“

“What flower is it, Ruairi?”

“Bellflowers.” Ruairi said, flushing red, “They’ve been my favorite flowers since I was little because my favorite color was purple and I thought they looked like bells. I mean of course they look like bells, they’re bell-flowers.” the red-head spoke so fast that Ryan had to strain to keep up, only managing it because of his years listening to Erin speak impossibly fast. Although, the lingering Irish accent put a strain on even Ryan’s skilled ears.

“Hey, dude, it’s totally fine. First of all, I’m not going to judge you for liking flowers, for fucks sake you own a flower shop. Second of all, I noticed when I chose them for Erin that first day that you got really excited about them. So, I kinda already figured they were you favorite.” Ryan soothed, chuckling slightly at the dramatics of the Irish man.

“Oh, ok cool.”

“Also, we can be tattoo buddies!” Ryan laughed, leaving Ruairi to stare at him in confusion. Of course, Ryan picked up on this confusion and explained, “Look, I have a bellflower tattoo too.” He turned his head and moved some of his messy hair out of the way to reveal a small bellflower tattoo right behind his right ear.

Ruairi blushed, staring at the tattoo with a slack jaw. How had he never noticed the tattoo during any of Ryan’s many visits to the flower shop? “I don’t know. Isn’t that weird?”

“Nah, people have matching tattoos by accident all the time. So, what’s the difference?” Ryan waved him off, already standing from the desk and walking over to the leather-bound tattoo design books. “C’mon, I have a few bellflower designs in here from when I got this. Plus my sister, Erin, has one too, so there are a lot of different versions in here from our brainstorming sessions. Trust me, she just couldn’t quite ‘vibe’ with one.”

As he said this, a girl appeared from the back room. Her shoulder length brown hair was braided back, and she was wearing a barely buttoned red flannel and ripped skinny jeans, and her ears were decorated with glinting piercings. “Are you slandering me?”

“What!? Of course not.”

“I totally believe you.” she threw the towel she was holding at his head. Ryan caught it and glowered at her. Watching the sibling’s squabble reminded Ruairi of his sister, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the fond memories.

“What?” Ryan turned back to him.

“Nothing, you two just remind me of my sister and me.”

“Ah, so you know my struggle as well!” Ryan laughed, throwing the towel back at his sister.

“Struggle my ass!” Erin tossed the towel onto the desk, before joining them at the design books, “Since my loser big bro isn’t going to introduce me, I’m Erin,” she stuck her hand out for him to shake, and he couldn’t help but notice the vast array of rings decorating her fingers. He shook it, noting that she also had a firm grip.

“Ruairi.”

“Ah, flower shop dude, nice.”

“You know me?”

“Of course I know the guy who saved my boyfriend’s dumb ass.” Erin laughed, “Plus Ryan hasn’t—” she was cut off when Ryan jumped up and covered her mouth with his hand. The rest of her words were muffled into his hands. Ruairi looked between the siblings in confusion, positive that he was missing some key part of the conversation. When Ryan removed his hand from Erin’s mouth he hoped to be enlightened, but he was almost cast further into the darkness. “Fuck, ok. So, sensitive.” she poked her brother in the ribs with a teasing smile.

“What?” Ruairi finally asked.

“Oh, nothing, just that I of course know the guy who keeps giving my brother his favorite flowers!” Erin waved her hand at the bellflowers on the desk. Up until that point Ruairi hadn’t noticed the familiar flowers, and when he turned to see them proudly displayed, he gaped. He had never expected Ryan to actually put the flowers anywhere in his store, let alone front and center.

Ryan smacked his sister in the arm, but then turned to Ruairi with a smile. “I mean I told you they’re my favorite flower, and they give the shop a bit of color, so, yeah.” he said, turning away from the florist and scratching the back of his neck. When he turned back he said, “Anyway, let’s get back to your tattoo.”

“Ooh, he’s getting a tattoo?”

“Yeah, Erin, that’s why he’s here. What else would he be doing?”

“Well, he could’ve been visiting his—"

“Don’t you have a client to talk through tattoo care?” Ryan cut her off as he flushed red.  Erin shrugged, but retreated back to the private room nonetheless. Both men stared after Erin, too scared to look back at each other considering the implications of Erin’s comments.

Finally, Ryan broke the silence. “So, bellflower designs. Of course, I’ve got my favorite design behind my ear, but my second favorite, is this one.” he flipped open one of the heavy books to a page that was covered in various pictures of bellflowers. For a second, he scanned the page, then pointed to one of them. It was two bellflowers with their stems overlapping and twisting together to form a heart. “I mean, we can change what the stems do if you want, but yeah.”

“No, no, I love it.”

“Ok, cool.” Ryan noted the design’s number in a notebook, “When do you want to get it done?”

“Oh, um, when are you free?”

“I could do it tomorrow evening, after closing, that way you don’t have to close early.”

“You-You’d do that for me?”

“Yeah of course,” Ryan hesitated, “you’re my friend.”

Ruairi didn’t quite know why, but his spirits drooped a little. However, when Ryan smiled at him, he felt them lift again.

“One, final, but really important question.”

“Shoot.”

“Where do you want it?” Ryan laughed when Ruairi’s mouth fell open. The florist hadn’t thought about that. So, he made a split second decision, and tried his best to pass it off as having been planned.

“On the inside of my forearm, I’m not totally sure which one though,” Ruairi extended his arms and turned them over so that he was baring the area to Ryan. He watched as Ryan shifted into artist mode, studying each arm and then thinking.

“I think I’d go with left arm.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Once they had discussed some of the details of Ruairi getting his first tattoo, Ruairi returned to his flower shop. However, he found it ridiculously hard to focus on caring for both his plants and his customers, instead daydreaming about the man who was going to give him his first tattoo tomorrow.

**********

Ruairi closed down the flower shop in a hurry. He’d spent the whole day in excited anticipation of the evening. When he walked into the tattoo parlor, he was grinning so hard that his cheeks were aching. However, the tattoo artist was nowhere in sight. “Ryan?” It took a few seconds, but Ryan suddenly emerged from a back room that Ruairi had never realized was there.

“Ah! My favorite client!” Ryan smiled brightly at the Irishman, and waved him over to one of the chairs in the back of the shop. It was already set up for Ryan to give him the tattoo. Ruairi seated himself in the chair and discarded his sweater so that he was in nothing but his t-shirt, arm resting on the armrest.  Ryan cleaned off the inside of his forearm with disinfectant. “You ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Good to hear.” Ryan brought the needle to Ruairi’s skin and started the long, painful process. Immediately, Ruairi had to grit his teeth against the searing pain lacing through his arm. When he glanced up at Ryan’s face he was immediately comforted. His tongue was sticking through his teeth and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Ruairi couldn’t help but find it endearing. “We can talk if that makes it easier. A lot of people like to talk.”

“Ok, yeah.” Ruairi agreed. However, what he didn’t expect was for them to end up playing twenty questions. He didn’t expect to learn that Ryan’s first kiss was a boy named Alex in freshman year of high school, nor did he expect to tell Ryan that his first kiss was with a boy named Derek in his sophomore year of high school.

When Ryan finished the tattoo, Ruairi still had one question that he was dying to ask. So, once Ryan walked him through taking care of the fresh tattoo, he asked. “Can I see your tattoos?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wished he could take them back.  

“Yeah, sure.” Ryan said with a smile, and Ruairi was immediately comforted. “Can I ask why?”

“Oh,” Ruairi blanched, “I don’t know, I was just curious. Just, I don’t know, I’ve never really seen them all and I’m…I don’t know.”

“Whoa, hey, don’t worry, I totally get it. When I got my first tattoo I was super curious about other people’s tattoos too.” Ryan gave him a reassuring smile then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Now, Ruairi could see so much more of Ryan than he had been able to see when he wore the tank top, and Ruairi knew he’d made a mistake in asking. Especially as he stared at the wolf head on Ryan’s left shoulder, then the mountain range on his back, and then the three patterned bands circling his right bicep.

“Wow.”

“You like?” Ryan looked over his shoulder at Ruairi, who was still staring at his tattoos. He smiled, proud to see the awestruck look on Ruairi’s face. When Ruairi saw Ryan smiling at him he nodded, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Do you want to see some of my other ones?”

“You have more?”

“Hell yeah.” Ryan laughed, turning to face Ruairi and lifting up his left arm to reveal four hearts forming a four leaf clover on his ribs. Then, he lowered his arm and turned it over to reveal a tree that appeared to grow from the inside of his wrist up his forearm. Ruairi couldn’t hold back any longer and reached out his hand, lightly touching the tree. His fingers traced up the trunk and then the branches of the tree. He realized what he was doing and was about to pull his hand away when he felt Ryan’s fingers wrap around his wrist.

“I-I’m sorry, I got distracted and—“

“No, no, it’s perfectly ok, Ruairi,” Ryan whispered, keeping Ruairi’s fingers pressed to his tattoo. Ruairi instinctually stepped closer, head still bent down to look at where his fingers were tracing the tattoo. Suddenly, Ryan’s hand was no longer holding his wrist, but tilting his head up to look at him. Then, Ryan’s lips were pressed to his and Ryan’s hand was in his hair, pulling Ruairi down into the kiss. Ryan pulled away from him, eyes still closed and breaths coming in pants. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.“

“No, Ryan, I’m—it’s…fuck it,” Ruairi surged forward, one hand on Ryan’s cheek as he bent back down to kiss the tattoo artist. His other hand moved up Ryan’s arm to his bare back, pulling him flush against his chest and deepening the kiss. With the reassurance that Ruairi shared his feelings, Ryan pushed Ruairi against the wall of the parlor. Ryan’s hands shifted from Ruairi’s hair to his shoulders, holding him against the wall as his mouth shifted to Ruairi’s jaw, then neck. “Mm, Ryan, fuck,” his hand had moved into Ryan’s hair and he tugged on the strands when Ryan nipped at the sensitive skin of his pulse point, “Not here.”

Ryan finally pulled away from Ruairi just enough to speak, “What?” he asked, resting his head against Ruairi’s collarbone and nuzzling his nose against the base of Ruairi’s throat.

“Come over to my place. We can have dinner, and continue this more comfortably.” Ruairi breathed, pressing a gentle kiss to Ryan’s cheek and trailing his hand down to rest loosely against the side of Ryan’s neck. After a few seconds, Ryan nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Ryan pulled away, then went up on his tiptoes to place a quick, chaste kiss on Ruairi’s lips. Then, he grabbed Ruairi’s hand and dragged him out of the tattoo parlor to Ruairi’s waiting car.

*************

“Somebody got laid!” Erin sung leaning over the front desk of the parlor as Ryan walked in, fifteen minutes late.

“What are you talking about?” Ryan scowled at her.

“Oh, c’mon, you guys weren’t even subtle.” Erin came around to the front of the desk, standing in her brother’s path, “The shirt you forgot in the heat of the moment,” she held up the shirt he had abandoned the night before, “And, oh, what’s this?” she pushed the hood of what she guessed was Ruairi’s sweatshirt off of his head, “Hickeys! You and Ruairi sure had a fun night.”

“Shut the fuck up, Erin.”

“Seriously? Ryan, if you’re going to have a make-out session in the shop at least have the decency to own up to it, or delete the security footage!” she cackled, dancing away from his attempt to smack her.

“Shut up, it’s none of your business.” Ryan grumbled. At that moment Ruairi walked into the parlor, a fresh bouquet of bellflowers in his hand. Erin hid a smirk behind her hand as Ruairi came up behind Ryan, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I got you fresh flowers, love.”

Ryan blushed, shooting a glare at Erin before turning to face his new boyfriend. “Thanks, babe.” he took the flowers and swapped them out for the old ones that had still been in the vase. When he turned back around, he found that Erin had approached Ruairi.

“So,” Erin started, and Ryan dreaded whatever she was about to ask, “can I see the tattoo?” Ryan sighed with relief and Erin was already looking excitedly at the part of Ruairi’s arm that was covered in a bandage.

“Oh, yeah. Ryan did an amazing job!” Ruairi grinned, peeling away the bandage to expose the fresh looking tattoo to Erin. She smiled, taking in every aspect of the tattoo, from the intricate petals all the way to the heart that the stems formed.

“I love it! And look, we’re tattoo buddies!” She pulled off her purple flannel to show him the ring of bellflowers that circled her bicep. Ruairi noted that, like her brother, she was cut. Erin also had tattoos decorating her arms and shoulders, and he saw the edge of a tattoo peeking out from the back of her racerback. “Ryan, you’re the odd one out!”

“What? But he has a bellflower tattoo too.” Ruairi protested.

“Yeah, but not one on his arm like us!”

“Wow, if it means so much to you, Erin, I can get one on my arm.” Ryan sighed, leaning back against the front desk. “Where would you like me to get it?”

“Ooh, you’re letting me do this!” Erin was shocked, but she quickly transitioned into smiling with glee at her brother, “Sit down! I’m doing this now.”

“Erin, what about actual clients?”

“We don’t have any appointments for a couple of hours!” she argued, “Don’t worry, Ryan, it’s gonna be great!” Erin tugged on his arm, attempting to drag him back to one of the chairs. He resisted, raising his eyebrows at her.

“I think I’ll leave you two to it.” Ruairi began to back away towards the exit, “I have to actually open up my own shop.” he smiled and gave them a half wave.

“Wait!” Ryan broke away from Erin and raced after Ruairi, grabbing his hand and pulling him into his chest. He pressed a quick kiss to Ruairi’s lips, then mumbled against them, “Have lunch with me?”

“Of course.” Ruairi smiled, gave Ryan one last kiss, then left the parlor.

“I ship it.” Erin cooed as soon as the door shut behind Ruairi.

“Fuck off.”

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Riz’s Master List

Master List under the cut, updated 3/14/2020 - in case y’all are bored or anything... :)

CHAPTER FICS

Never Look Back

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 21 chapters

Bethany Rae Cooper didn’t realize when she met the Winchesters in her family’s bar and grill that her life would never be the same. But she’s always believed that everything happens for a reason, even if it’s not exactly what you were expecting…

The Shadow’s Edge

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 17 chapters

Sequel to Never Look Back. When the demon Dameon was killed, Dean and Beth thought their son was safe from the prophecy. But when Cas brings them news of the new battle for Hell, they realize that their war has just begun.

The Fine Line

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 34 chapters

An unexpected tragedy sends Devon down the dark path of hate and vengeance, but she will learn that things are not always what they seem…

Scars

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 10 chapters

Sequel to The Fine Line. Dean and Devon’s relationship has always been stormy - but can they work through the scars of their past to find each other again?

Stars In the Darkness

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 8 chapters

A crushing loss brings Dean and Sam to Sioux Falls, and ghosts from the past and present bring them across the path of Tiara, a girl they haven’t seen since childhood.

Dreaming

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 5 chapters

Dean Winchester has always been a bit of a thorn in Kelsey’s side - a very attractive thorn, but still… A visit at her uncle Bobby’s reunites her with the boys, and she begins having vivid dreams - about Dean. Is it just her subconscious trying to tell her something? Or is there more to it than that?

My Unimportant Little Life

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 11 chapters

Season 5 timeline. Dean gets yanked from 2009 to 2014, so he can see the ‘consequences’ of saying no to Michael. At Camp Chitaqua he meets Reggie, and is surprised to find that she comes from 2009 as well…

Back In the Saddle

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 10 chapters

Dean and Sam are back in the old west again - in answer to a cry for help from Samuel Colt. And if Dean just happens to get tangled up with the spirited redhead that owns the saloon… what’s the harm, right?

Sweet Escape

Dean/Female Reader, 2 parts

What happens when a friend jokingly does a spell at your birthday party to bring your cardboard standup of Dean Winchester to life? This one’s dedicated to my friend, Liz, who gave me the idea. If only…

Sweet Escape Part 1

Sweet Escape Part 2

Shut Up and Drive

Dean/Female Reader, 2 parts

Reader teases Dean while he’s driving, so - he gets even

Part 1 - Keep Your Eyes on the Road

Part 2 - Or We Could Park - Parking Is Good Too

Take the Long Way Home

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 8 chapters

A look at Dean and Rusty’s relationship, in the present and through their memories. Flashbacks/memories are in italics.

Black Velvet

Demon!Dean/Female Reader, Dean/Female Reader, 9 chapters

You and Sam are broken after Dean’s death. Nobody expected him to come back with black eyes…

Fade to Black

Dean/Female Reader, 11 chapters

Sequel to Black Velvet. Dean is no longer a demon, but he’s still cursed with the Mark of Cain, and the lure of that darkness grows stronger as time goes on.

Dean and Toby Series

Part 1 - The Meet-Cute (Actually Rescue but Whatever)

Part 2 - The Emergency Bed-Share/Move In With Us Combo

Part 3 - The Hit and Then Run Like Your Ass Is On Fire

Part 4 - The FINALLY Admit Your True Feelings and Get Busy

GENERIC FICS

I’m Good

This is the story that was published in the Seasons - Supernatural Short Story Anthology in 2017. Bobby sharing some memories.

ONE-SHOTS - DEAN

Combo Shot

Dean/Female Reader

June 2015 GIEPP (Girl In Every Port Project) entry. Prompt: Pool/Poker hustler competitive chick. Pretty much pure smut.

A Hunter Walks Into a Bar

Dean/Female OC

Prowling hunter, sassy bartender

Shelter

Dean/Female Reader

Dean providing comfort

That’s How It Should Be

Sheriff!Dean/Female Reader

They have to make a fast escape, but Dean won’t let being on horseback stand in the way of showing a lady a good time

The Storm

Dean/Female Reader

You’re terrified of storms, and Dean is concerned, feelings get shared

Pest Control

Dean/Female Reader

You think you’ve got mice. The exterminator that shows up is Dean Winchester. He’ll just let you believe that, and take care of the problem. And you.

Happy Birthday, Baby

Dean/Female OC (KK)

Fluffy, smutty birthday fic written for a friend

Gunpowder and Dean

Dean/Female Reader

You’re pissed off at Dean, taking it out on the firing range, but he just won’t leave you alone…

Juicy and Delicious

Dean/Female Reader

My entry for Dean’s Flavor of the Month fic challenge - Peach Pie. You bake some peach pies for Dean, and he’s very grateful…

Lost In You

Dean/Female Reader

A casual flirtation leads to a violent encounter, and Dean’s reaction is a little more than you expected. Warning for brief description of attempted (unsuccessful) assault. Protective Dean.

What You Need

Dean/Female Reader

You’re watching as Sam and Dean prepare to interrogate a demon. Dean knows you’re watching him, and he knows exactly the kind of effect it’s having on you…

Santa Claus Is Coming Tonight

Dean/Female Reader

Dean’s really getting into the Christmas spirit…

I Need You

Dean/Female Reader

You screwed up, Sam got hurt, Dean’s pissed and you aren’t handling it very well.

Snow Day

Dean/Female Reader

You and Dean, stuck in a motel room in a blizzard

Frisk Me

Dean/Female Cop Reader

You’re a cop, in hot pursuit of a murderer, and guess who crosses your path?

Comfort

Dean/Female Reader

Dean had a rough hunt, and he’s beating himself up as usual. You take his mind off things for a little while…

When I Think About You

Dean/Female Reader

It was a wild hunt, and you’re both a little high-strung. Surely there’s some way to blow off some steam…

One Finger

Dean/Female Reader

Dean Winchester has never been one to back down from a challenge

What Makes You Feel Alive

Endverse!Dean/Female Reader

The world is bleak, the struggle endless after Croatoan. You and Dean do what you have to do to keep going.

Sweet Misery

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

My entry for Bev’s Song Challenge - song prompt was Cryin’ by Aerosmith, lyrics at the beginning

Winchesters Don’t Giggle

Dean/Female Reader

A friend and I were having this discussion about giving Dean a back rub, and whether he might be ticklish…

Confession

Dean (Priest!Dean)/Female Reader

When Dean returns from some undercover work, you discover a fantasy you never realized you had

The Bait

Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @jessica-bones-winchester’s (now on her 100th url as @cavillanche - Love you, Jess!) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. The prompt was ‘dressing up as an anime character for his birthday.’ And I have to admit, I really enjoyed this one… Reader dresses as Sailor Mars (from Sailor Moon) for Dean’s birthday.

Hey, Man - Nice Shot

Dean/Female Reader

This is for @jessica-bones-winchester’s ( @cavillanche ) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. The prompt was ‘competitiveness in the shooting range (loser cleans the kitchen for a week) No smut.

Take the Pain Away

Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @jessica-bones-winchester’s ( @cavillanche ) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. Prompt was ‘him taking care of you when you’re sick.’ Reader falls victim to a migraine, and Dean helps her through it. No smut.

Lose Yourself

Dean/Female Reader

Smut, pure and simple… Just imagine having Dean tied up, at your mercy while you worship those perky nipples…

The Contest

Dean/Female Reader

Dean loves to give you a hard time, and one night he pushes things a little too far… Flashback in italics. All’s well that ends well.

Slow Ride

Dean (Bullriding!Dean) /Reader

Yeah, after 12x11, y'all should have known this was coming - they don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing… Written (coincidentally - timing is everything!) for the Smut Apocalypse (Smut Appreciation Day) on Tumblr.

The Photo Booth

Dean/Unnamed Female OC - Dean’s POV

This was written for @winchestersandwordprocessors SPN Valentine’s Fic Challenge. Prompt was Semi-public/Risk of getting caught.

Make You Mine

Dean/Female Reader

Dean’s jealousy gets the best of him, which is not a bad thing…

Take a Chance

Dean/Unnamed Female OC - Dean’s POV

In 7x04, Dean gives himself a little pep talk before his planned hook-up with the bartender. That scene is what inspired me. This one is more important than the usual one-nighters, and it’s making him a little nervous…

If We Don’t Make It

Dean/Female OC

This fic was written for @whispersandwhiskerburn Angel’s 2K Follower Celebration. My song prompt was “Broken” by Lifehouse, and the dialogue prompt was “If we don’t make it out of this, I need you to know…” No smut.

My Deliverer

Dean/Female Spirit - Her POV

Dean is hunting a vengeful spirit. But another spirit is in this place, and she is drawn to him…

Friendly Advice

Dean/Female Reader - Dean POV, Reader POV

This was written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. The fluff got a little smudged into smutty fun… oops! Two POV’s, Dean’s thoughts are in italics and Reader’s are in regular font.

Old Times

Dean/Female OC

Sequel a few years down the road from A Hunter Walks Into a Bar. Tiara goes back to the bar for a visit, and who should show up the next night but Dean Winchester… Flashback in italics.

You Can Leave Your Hat On

Dean/Female Reader (nicknamed Taz)

Inspired by the sexy AF Cowboy!Dean we were treated to in 13x06 Tombstone. Helped along by Joe Cocker’s rendition of “You Can Leave Your Hat On.“

Wish Her the Best

Dean/Female OC - Dean’s POV

This is an angsty li'l fic inspired by Thomas Rhett’s ‘Marry Me,’ tore at my heart until I finally wrote it. No smut.

A Matter of… Time?

Dean/Female Reader

This is the crackiest piece of work I’ve ever written - for @percywinchester27 Ana’s PJO Quotes Challenge. Prompt was “Don’t you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?” - “Umm - no. Me running the world would be kind of a nightmare.”

Demon Seed

Demon!Dean/Female Reader

Demon!Dean stops in for a drink and decides he wants you. He’s very persuasive. Written for @evansrogerskitten’s Hottest Dean Challenge.

Not Wasted Now

Dean/Female Reader

When you all decide to get drunk in the aftermath of a bad hunt, lines get a little blurred. Or crossed. Or fucking erased. Fluffy, smutty, comforting, sweet and sexy Dean.

Bad Guy

Demon!Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge. My Tangled quote was “You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, now I’m the bad guy.”

Shiny

Trucker!Dean/Female OC

Trucker!Dean AU. Breaker, breaker, got your ears on? 67 Midnight Rider, put that hammer down…

Some Kind of Hero

Dean/Female OC

Written for Tiff’s WTF Challenge. Dean’s just filling up Baby, minding his own business, when he hears an argument and gets involved. Protective Dean, no smut, left that to your imagination.

Crave

Dean/Female Reader

So, have some ‘Riz is craving some sexy Dean action with a big ol’ side of schmoopy fluff’ stuff. Because I was, and I’m sharing with you - the smut and all the sickenly sweet cuddly that I just need sometimes. If y'all are in the mood for that kind of thing.

Perchance to Dream

Dean/Female OC

Using African dream root on a case leads to an awkward situation, and Karlie can’t handle the tension between her and Dean any longer

Ruined

Dean/Female Reader

Dean comes home from a hunt, and he’s had something on his mind…

Going Home

Dean/Female Reader

Written for @crispychrissy’s Gif It To Me Challenge. Overhearing only part of a conversation sends her running, but jumping to conclusions without the whole story isn’t the best decision. No smut.

Not the Smartest Thing

Dean/Female Reader - Reader POV

Only Dean Fucking Winchester could turn taking a swig of beer into pornography. Cocky bastard. But two can play at that game.

Suzy Q

Dean/Female OC - OC POV

Written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan’s Multi-fandom Follower Celebration Challenge. Prompt - “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

Invisible Touch

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Rowena teaches Dean something new, and he gets inspired. I have no idea where this came from, but here it is…

Maybe I’m Amazed

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

An accident leaves her unconscious and fighting for her life in the hospital, drifting in and out of awareness and memories as Dean refuses to leave her side. Written for @rockhoochie’s 1K Love Supernatural Style Writing Challenge.

Reunion

Dean/Female OC

Passing through town, Dean runs into an old high school classmate. Fluffy and smutty, no angst here!

Playing With Fire

MOC!Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Late Season 10 MOC!Dean smut fic that just wouldn’t leave me alone…

Uninvited

Michael!Dean/Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Michael gives Dean a choice, because sometimes Michael likes to watch…This one is darker than my normal, PLEASE heed the warnings.

What Happens At the Roadhouse…

Early-Season Dean/Female OC

Bailey’s just looking for a couple days post-hunt R&R at Harvelle’s - and then he shows up. Cocky bastard.

ONE-SHOTS - SAM

Just a Little Story About Lou and Sam

Sam/Female OC

Lou and Sam walk into a bar… written for a friend who’s a Sammy girl

Doctor-Patient Relations

Sam/Female OC

One-shot inspired by The Born-Again Identity - sick Sammy and Dr. Nicole. Written for another Sammy-girl friend

DRABBLES

Head vs. Heart

No title

Fourth of July

Working Saturday Isn’t So Bad

11x17 Drabble

Some Nights He Dreams

Most of the Time

The Name Game

God Bless America

Stress Relief

@mrs-squirrel-chester ‘s Album Fanfic Writing Challenge Drabbles

    Dangerous

    For My Brother

    In Chains

    Kiss and Tell

    The End of Me

    Choices

    Hero

    Pure

    In the End