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kaydens-agere · 7 days ago

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Lost In Your Scent | @regressuary 2025

Fandom: Fireman Sam Characters: Samuel "Sam" Peyton Jones, Elvira (Elvis) Cridlington

Prompt by @mcschnuggles: Character A loves swiping clothes from their caregiver. What happens when Character B catches them red handed?

Summary: Elvira loves to swipe Sam's jumpers while he isn't around, but what happens when he catches her in the act?

Quick note, Elvis in this fic is a trans woman!! Her name is Elvira or Elle for short :) Sam is also trans but his name and pronouns are the same as they are in the show ^^ its not relevant to the fic lol i just wanted to point it out!!

Fic below the cut!!

Sometimes, when Elvira is little at Sam’s and the coast is clear, she sneaks in to steal one of his jumpers. What? It’s not her fault they’re so comfortable. They’re soft and slightly baggy, making her feel even smaller. They also have Sam’s scent, which is something that comforts Elvira, in our out of little space. It’s floral with a hint of cedarwood, it’s a lovely combination.

This went on for a few weeks without an issue. The problem arose, however, when Sam started to notice his jumpers going missing.

He’d lend them to Sarah and James while they were over if they’d forgotten to wear something warm, perhaps they’d forgotten to bring some back? But, when he asked them about it, they said that they didn’t have any. ‘How unusual,’ Sam thought to himself.

He then asked his co-workers and girlfriend, Elle, at the fire station if he’d left any there, but they all said that they hadn’t seen them. Elvira seemed fairly tuned out of the conversation, but he figured that meant she hadn’t seen them.

Sam furrows his brows in front of the open closet door, silently wondering to himself where they could’ve gone. He quickly shakes away the thought, however, as he’s currently got his hands full with Elvira, who’s little at the moment. Sam has been taking care of her for a couple of months and the pair enjoyed the dynamic they’ve developed. He remembers the first time she’d regressed in front of him, the poor little thing could barely get a word out without trembling. Thankfully, they’d overcome that hurdle, and they were making progress.

Sam exits his bedroom and heads downstairs to check on Elle a, he smiles when he enters the living room. She’s laying on the floor, quietly playing with her toys. She’s babbling and humming to herself, clearly very invested in the story she’s going along with. God, she’s precious like this. He wouldn’t trade looking after her for the world.

“You having fun there, my little one?” he smiles and crouches to her level, getting a good look at all of the toys (and all of the mess).

Elle jumps, not hearing Sam coming downstairs. She blushes and turns away, feeling a bit sheepish. She’s always very shy like this, and Sam finds it very endearing, but wishes she’d come out of her shell a bit more at times.

“Aw, darling… you know I can still see you, right?” Sam teases lightly, gently ruffling her hair, earning him a squeal and a giggle.

“Now, I’ll be right back, my sugar lump, I’ve gotta get the dinner on before it gets too late.” Sam says apologetically.

Elle pouts, then nods. She can be quite clingy at times, and Sam feels awful for having to rush off. But he needs to get the dinner on before it gets too late, otherwise he’d have a very cranky baby on his hands.

He quickly rushes over to the kitchen, fetching various ingredients from his cupboards and fridge. He decides on sausages and chips, easy enough for the evening, and something that they’ll both enjoy, as simple as it is.

As he’s pouring oil into the pan, he accidentally splashes some on his brand new jumper. Of course, just his luck.

“Ah, drat.” he shakes his head and mumbles. “Better go put this in the wash then.”

Sam dashes to his room, but on his way, he notices that Elle isn’t in the living room anymore. That’s strange, maybe she’s in the bathroom? She usually tells him before going anywhere else in the house, but perhaps she’d forgotten this time.

Sam is about to go into his room, but stops in the doorway as he spots Elle. He peers inside to see what she’s up to.

She’s staring into Sam’s closet, stroking her chin in thought. After a few moments, she grabs one of Sam’s jumpers. It’s one of his favourites, a navy blue one made from a very soft wool, one of the warmest during the winter time.

Ah, so that’s where his clothes had gone. It made sense, actually… he’s surprised that he didn’t make the connection sooner.

“Stealing Papa’s clothes, are we, sweetheart?” Sam jokes.

Elle jumps again, before attempting to hide the article of clothing behind her back, albeit unsuccessfully.

“Oh, sweet. You don’t need to hide it, y’know. All you had to do was ask.” he soothes, walking over and placing a hand over her shoulder.

“Sorry, Papa… I just got nervous, that’s all. I just really like your jumpers…” Elle hides her face in Sam’s shoulder. “Smells like you… it’s comfy.”

Sam smiles at her lovingly. “There’s no need to be sorry, poppet… I think it’s rather flattering that you find them that comfortable.” he gently rubs a hand through her hair and kisses her forehead. He gently guides them both to the bed to sit down. He gently cradles Elle in his arms to comfort and reassure her as much as possible. She needed a lot of that while small, and Sam was more than happy to provide that.

After a few moments of cuddles, he gently takes the jumper from her hands. She looks at him, sadness in her eyes, but Sam shakes his head and gently puts it over her head.

“Arms up, my lovely.” he says gently. Elle obliges, putting her arms through the arm holes as best as she can.

“There we are, dear… nice and cozy in my jumper, hm? That’s a good girl.” Sam praises as he gently pulls the shirt down.

This earns him plenty of giggles and some happy stimming from Elle, he grins as he watches her shake her arms in delight.

“My happy girl.” he grins and kisses her forehead once more. “Now, what do you say to some sausages, hm? Right after I change into another jumper, if I have any left…”

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