#john doggett x reader

[the-hinky-panda]

Something Witchy: McLeary Farm

Title: Something Witchy

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're a physical medium and chaos magician that is called in from time to time to help consult on some X-Files. You've lived your life seeing into another world and believing in things you can't see. What happens when you fall for the die hard skeptic Special Agent John Doggett?

They say that opposites attract. That there needs to be balance between two people in order for a relationship to work properly. Yin and yang. Light and dark. 

Special Agent John Doggett believes this is complete bullshit. 

He believes in similarities, common ground, shared beliefs. A foundation that a solid relationship can be built upon. Which is why whenever he reads an X-File with your name, he has an incessant desire to know what you look like. He had heard you were a friend of Mulder’s from years ago. The first case where your name appears was concerning  a poltergeist driving a father insane to the point of killing his entire family. Your name, a hard one to forget due to its uniqueness, had been recorded as performing a double exorcism to cleanse the house and land: a Catholic exorcism for the house and a Native American cleansing of the land. Even though your name pops up here and there throughout some of the files, there haven’t been any cases that have come across his desk that require his reaching out for your expertise. 

That is until one rainy Wednesday morning when  he walks into the basement office to find Monica digging through the filing cabinet. 

He shakes the rain off his umbrella and leaves it by the door. “We get a case?” 

“Yeah.” Monica answers distractedly. “It’s a small farm in Maryland. The family has horses, sheep, goats, and chickens. They’ve been finding some of their animals dead, drained of blood. Their son was recently attacked and is currently fighting for his life in the ICU. Same type of injuries as the animals.” 

“So what are you looking for?” 

“The name of that chaos magician that helped Agent Mulder a couple times.” 

He says it without any hesitation. The name falls effortlessly from his lips and it’s enough to get an eyebrow raise from Monica. He drops his keys on the desk and changes the direction of the conversation . “So what the hell is a chaos magician?” 

“It’s someone who’s well versed in a variety of religious practices and beliefs. When someone encounters a paranormal issue, a chaos magician can assess the issue and provide the appropriate solution based on the nature of the cause.” 

“How can they help with dead animals and a kid in ICU?” 

“If it’s something other than a human, they may be able to tell us what it is and how to appease it.” Monica is quiet for a moment. “Have you met her before?” 

John shakes his head. “No. Why?” 

“You just came up with her name fairly quickly.” 

“It’s a unique name.” 

Monica has abandoned the filing cabinet and instead is flipping through the Rolodex on her desk. “I’ll give her a call and see if she can meet us at the farm.” 

John sits down at his desk and flips the case file open. He tries to concentrate on the photos of the animals, the up close view of the wounds, but all he can manage is straining to hear your voice as you make arrangements with Monica. It sounds like he’s finally going to put a face to the name this afternoon and he’s hoping this will sate his odd curiosity about you. 

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You park your vintage Volkswagen GTI Golf next to the government issued sedan at the McLeary farm. It’s not the first crime scene you’ve been asked to observe. DC, Virginia, Maryland police departments, as well as the FBI, have requested your services for the last six years since you’ve opened your small occult shop in the DC area. As a physical medium and chaos magician, you’re more than happy to be considered helpful in situations like this one. As you approach the barn that’s been marked off in yellow caution tape, you hear your name being called by a dark haired woman. 

“Agent Reyes?” 

“Yes,” she shakes your hand. “First, I just want to say how amazing it is to meet you in person. I read your book on banshees and their contributions to the grieving process in families and thought it was extremely insightful.” 

“Thank you.” You had written the book while you were in college. It had been a research paper turned into a short book with just a little bit more research. You were surprised at how many people had actually read it. The small paranormal publisher was trying to get you to write another book but nothing had captured your attention quite like the banshee had. You suppose it had something to do with your mother’s death at the time you were writing it. “So, what exactly are we looking at here?” 

She lifts the yellow tape for you duck underneath. “I’m not sure. My first thought was it could be a chupacabra.” 

You shake your head. “It’s late winter though. It’s too cold for a chupacabra to be this far north. It was summer time, maybe.” 

“My next thought was a Satanic cult, a sacrifice of sorts. But if they start sacrificing animals, they don’t typically escalate to humans.” 

“No, if they were going to do human sacrifices, they would have started with humans.” You stop at one of the stalls in the barn, wrap your hands around the cold, steel bars. Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath and try to concentrate on the surroundings. The scent of hay fills your nose, the biting cold of winter sting your cheeks, but your mind opens and starts to access the information that only you can access. 

There’s the spirit of a caretaker in the barn. He calms the horses, stands guard at night. You try to strike up a conversation with him but he’s reluctant. He’s afraid of whatever it is that is harming the animals. He stays in the hayloft when it comes stalking down the aisle in the early morning hours. It’s footfalls are heavy, the drag of heavy limbs  through the packed dirt floor of the barn. It’s looking to be appeased, to get it’s due. 

“It’s an Elemental.” 

“What the hell is an Elemental?” 

Your eyes fly open at the sound of a new voice, a male baritone and you find yourself staring into the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. Words completely escape you as the ground shifts underneath your feet. Thankfully, Agent Reyes jumps into the situation, buying you time to reorient yourself. 

“This is Special Agent John Doggett, my partner.” 

Somehow you find your voice and introduce yourself and move straight into explaining Elementals. “An Elemental is a spirit that was never human. It’s a guardian of nature and the earth. Many Native American tribes worshiped them and provided sacrifices to show them respect and ask for their blessings on the land and their crops. This particular Elemental hasn’t had an offering in many many years so it is taking what it believes it’s due by killing the animals.” 

“Uh huh,” Doggett responds. “So this spirit of nature is killing things because no one is giving it offerings?” 

You swallow down your unease and nod. “Yes, pretty much.” 

“So why would it attack the son?” Reyes asks. 

“Most likely because he challenged it, disrespected it.” You shrug. “Sometimes disbelief can come back to bite you in the ass. And when you’re dealing with something that is eons old, it’s not very forgiving.” 

Agent Reyes crosses her arms. “So what do you suggest?” 

“I would suggest the family start by making weekly offerings. Fruit, breads, and mead. Leave it in the middle of the barn aisle when they close everything up at night. Once it’s been properly appeased, they can leave an offering once a month.” 

“And their son?” Doggett interjects. “The one that’s lying in an ICU bed on a ventilator?” 

You shift uncomfortably on your feet at the intensity of his skepticism. “I would leave the offering tonight. Make apologies and ask the Elemental for mercy and healing.” 

He walks away from you with a slight, although disbelieving, nod of his head and you feel tears spring to your eyes. You’ve faced multitudes of skeptics in your lifetime but for some reason, this man’s disbelief is something you take personally. Agent Reyes must notice your reaction because she places a kind hand on your arm. 

“I’ll speak to the family about the offering and making the apology to the Elemental.” 

You nod your thanks and return to your car, your job done for the moment. Two days later, the door to your store opens and you go out to greet the customer. You’re surprised, to put it mildly, that it’s Agent Doggett who is standing by the register. Once again, you feel the ground list under your feet but you manage to right yourself more quickly this time. 

“Agent Doggett, to what do I owe this visit?” 

He glances around the small but densely packed space of candles, tarot cards, incense, and books. “I just wanted to stop by and give you an update on the McLeary’s son.” 

“Okay.” 

“The McLeary’s did the offering like you suggested. In fact, they’ve done it twice now. This morning, their son came out of his coma and was able to be taken off life support. It’s a damn miracle.” 

You smile, relieved that your read on the situation had been correct. “Miracles can’t be explained, Agent Doggett. This can be. I’m just happy that my suggestion was the correct path to take.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

You wait for him to say something else but he doesn’t. He merely nods his head and turns toward the door. A variety of phrases pop up in your mind to prevent him from leaving but they all log jam in your throat and nothing comes out. So you watch him leave, the tiny jingle of the bell over the door the only sound that fills your ears. You want him to come back, you want to talk to him more, learn more about him. What made him so skeptical? What happened that drove all the faith out of him? Is there anything that you can do to bring it back? In that moment of asking all those questions, of wondering why you even care that much about a federal agent with glacier blue eyes, you realize why you care so much about his ability to believe in things he can not see. 

You’re in love with him.

[space-helen]

All things considered

Words: 870

Pairing: John Doggett x Reader

A/N: I hope this is ok!! I actually really enjoyed writing for him :)

Request:  You write for Doggett? Could I request come hurt/comfort with him? You can have control of what happens but I'd like it if the reader was the hurt one - Anon

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Your head was spinning, this surely couldn’t be happening right now. Rolling over onto your front you could feel the dust and dirt on the floorboard beneath you. Pushing yourself up onto your hands and knees you quickly felt your body collapse back onto the ground. Your head hit the floor again on the way down.

Everything felt slow and you couldn’t quite connect the dots as to what had happened. All you knew for sure right now was that you hurt, hurt real bad, and everything was slow yet buzzing around.

You took in a breath and felt another sharp pain from your torso, how long had that been there? Closing your eyes you thought about the comfort of sleep. 

Had you just been asleep? You weren’t sure but you’d give anything for some relief right now.

Doggett panicked as he slammed the door of the car “She’s been missing for hours now. Hours.” he spoke into his phone to Scully before hanging up. The two of them had split up to different locations in hopes of finding you. 

Rushing through the door to the abandoned house he navigated the room with haste, his eyes wildly searching each room. A thud had him stopping in his tracks before picking up his pace again to move around the house “Y/N?” 

The sound of footsteps moving quickly had him turning around and debating if he should follow them. Surely you wouldn’t be running away? The thud came from above him so these footsteps must have been whoever took you.

Grabbing his phone he dialled Scully. “I’ve found her. At the abandoned Trickett house. Someone else is here.” he spoke the words because he was sure you were here. Charging through the house he found the staircase and rushed up, knowing Scully would send a team to come and search for the other person here.

Entering a room he could see you on the floor. “Y/N, my God.” he dropped his cell phone and was on his knees at your side. Gently turning you over and placing his fingers to your neck to try and find a pulse, feeling tears burn at his eyes.

Happy to feel a pulse he let out a sigh of relief. “Y/N come on. It’s me, open your eyes.” his hand moved to brush some hair out of your face before moving to your cheek.

“You’re ok. I’m here.”

He turned to see his cell phone on the floor and picked it up “Send some EMT’s she’s unconscious” his eyes finally took in the blood on your face and body “and bleeding.” 

He could see a couple of head wounds and the wound on your side. Dropping the cell phone once again he put his hand over the larger wound on your side and tried to keep pressure on it. Your head lulled from side to side, you could feel the pressure build back up in it as you woke from your sleep. Feeling hands on you you freaked out slightly and tried to move away. 

“Woah, woah. Slow down.” the man tried to calm you “It’s me. John.”

Your breathing calmed “John?”

“It’s me.” He could feel his own relief flood through his body knowing you were conscious now. “Don’t move, you seem to be beat up pretty bad.”

You nodded, your head spinning once again. He held your hand with his free one “Help is coming. I got you.”

You wished you could muster a sentence but your head was throbbing and all you could do was squeeze his hand in response.

The man sat by your side and kept you awake the entire time you waited for the EMT’s. Eventually, you’d been loaded up into the ambulance and carted away to the nearest hospital. 

The man sat by your side as he waited for you to wake up, his suit jacket had been discarded and his shirt was slightly stained with your blood still but he refused to leave to change.

As you opened your eyes you turned your head to the side and met John’s eyes. He smiled and dragged his chair closer to your side. “I’d ask how you’re feeling but I feel like I have a pretty good idea.”

“All things considered I feel ok. It doesn’t feel like my head is going to implode.” you spoke slowly. 

The man smiled slightly more and reached for your hand “I’m glad you’re awake.” he left a small pause “We found the person. He’s in custody now.”

You nodded “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry” he whispered “it wasn’t your fault”

“I know.” your voice was also a whisper now, your stomach growling broke the tension and made the two of you laugh.

“Hungry?”

“Apparently so.” you laughed and his heart lit up at the sound, there was a short amount of time that he thought he might not hear that again.

“Well once we’re out of here we’ll go and grab the best takeout a man can buy.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Of course it is.” the man leant forward and placed a kiss to your forehead and you smiled.

“I love you John.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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X Files: @storytimewithnetty​

[coraclavia]

John Doggett fixes a bandage. DRR, oneshot.

In unsurprising news, @mylittleredgirl was immensely helpful as a beta reader. So what else is new ❤️

[mylittleredgirl]

💝 candy hearts exchange 💝

Thank you in advance for writing for me! I love these fandoms and characters, and I’m very easy to please as a reader. If my collected likes and prompts are helpful, please use them, but if you have another idea (or don’t feel like scrolling through a letter that's much longer than the minimum word count for this exchange), please ditch my requests and write what you like! I love being surprised and look forward to seeing what you come up with.

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💕 I love: canon divergence | complications (e.g. emotional baggage, working together while in a relationship, traumas inflicted by canon) | episode-related fics | fix-its | friends to lovers | happy/hopeful endings | hurt/comfort | “it’s just casual” to lovers | other canon characters included in the fic | pining | polyamory dynamics | 5-times | all ratings are welcome.

🔥 Kinks enjoyed: aliens made them do it (or local canon equivalent) | blow jobs | body worship (especially related to body changes like aging, scars, weight gain, etc) | edging | hand jobs | masturbation | soft dom/sub (in bed not 24/7 lifestyle; bondage and praise yes, pain and shame no) | watching/voyeurism | sweet I-love-you sex works for me too!!

⛔️ DNWs: alternate-setting AUs (canon divergences big and small are welcome, as long as they’re in the same canon universe) | bashing of other characters or past canon relationships | crossovers (except between series in the same universe, like star trek) | hurt no comfort | non-canon nicknames | non-sexual bodily fluids in sex scenes | permanent character death | spelling out accents (for human characters) | zombies or blood-sucking vampires (other canon-typical aliens and cryptids are ok!).

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🍦 The Good Place:

Ships: Janet/Jason | Chidi/Eleanor Friendships: Team Cockroach | Janet & Michael

I seriously love every character and friendship dynamic in Team Cockroach and would love to learn more about any or all of them. I ship Jason/Janet (I am down BAD for them right now) and Chidi/Eleanor. Janet is my all-time fave, so it would be great if she can be part of the fic!

DNW: Michael as part of a sexual or romantic pairing (but I love him in friendship fics!)

Prompts:

Earth hijinks in season 3

5 things Janet learned about herself by interacting with Team Cockroach

Janet & Jason had so much fun on their little “let’s pretend we’re on a fancy person museum date” in the extended version of A Fractured Inheritance, so I wonder what other little dates they could go on…

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🛸 The X-Files:

Ships: Doggett/Reyes | Mulder/Scully

Poly Ships: Doggett/Reyes/Scully | Mulder/Scully/Doggett/Reyes Friendships: Reyes & Scully | Doggett & Reyes & Scully | Mulder & Scully & Doggett & Reyes

Doggett/Reyes and Mulder/Scully are lifelong ships for me! I love the season 9 dynamics between Doggett, Reyes, and Scully – how they work together professionally, their developing friendships and trust (and romantic attractions). For Mulder and Scully, I have a special love for fic set in the early seasons, but anything set in the original canon is great (please don’t use canon from the revival seasons).

What if it’s Monica’s turn to be hurt/in danger/kidnapped on a case, and John’s turn to find her or care for her afterward?

I have always wondered about Scully’s drunk little “I like her :)” in Empedocles. Did Monica keep in touch with her after This Is Not Happening? How does their friendship grow?

[Writer’s choice of agents] get snowed into a cabin with ghosts (either paranormal ghosts, or the metaphorical angsty ghosts they’re all carrying around)

OT3 or OT4 prompt: Just... how do they not kill each other?

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👽 Stargates:

Atlantis: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir SG-1: mini!OTP (Clone Sam Carter/Clone Jack O’Neill) | Janet Fraiser/Daniel Jackson

Sheppard/Weir: I am equally fine with fic set in seasons 1-3, fics where “that just didn't happen,” and AUs where Elizabeth comes back. In post-replicator AUs I’m fine with “came back wrong” or suffering along the way as long as at her core she's Elizabeth and it ends in a hopeful or happy way. Prompts:

John and the challenge of giving/receiving affection and Having A Feeling in general

A little off-world surprise (telepathy, alien bonding rituals, strange alien booze, you know) could do everyone some good

She’s almost entirely human, thank god… but maybe there’s something to like about the part that isn’t.

Clone Sam/Jack: I love this ship when they’re still themselves, but now with some understandable existential angst and alienation from both their past and new lives. I love exploring the tension between what they have lost and this new life they have, and the challenges of navigating a relationship when they spent so long NOT being in a relationship. Ideas:

One of them gets injured or is somehow in danger. That used to be normal, but now it feels different…

A field trip.

What happens after high school? At what point does this life start to feel like their own?

Daniel/Janet:

Janet survives and is healing from her injuries – how does her brush with death affect her? What about Daniel and Cassie? (Especially given everything Daniel & Cassie have been through?)

5 Times they fail to go out on a date… and maybe one time they succeed

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🌲 Twin Peaks:

Maddy Ferguson/Donna Hayward | Dale Cooper/Harry Truman | Dale Cooper & Harry Truman | Dale Cooper/Audrey Horne

I love Twin Peaks and its whole wacky cast of characters and inscrutable world logic. I am most familiar with the original seasons, but I will have finished season 3 by the time this fic exchange comes due, so write whatever you like!

Cooper/Harry or Cooper & Harry: I need a happy ending for them, either romantically or as best friends who care about each other The Most. Prompt idea: A canon-divergent AU where Cooper doesn't end up in the Black Lodge for 25 years, and he has to work through his divided loyalties between his life in the FBI and his heart in Twin Peaks...

For Maddy/Donna, James is definitely a part of their story so it’s fine if he and his canon romances with them are in the story, but I’d really like Maddy and Donna to realize that all this love drama is not actually about him at all. (And Maddy lives!)

For Cooper/Audrey, I’m fascinated by their connection (romantic or otherwise), and the tension that comes with it because Dale Cooper sees himself as an Upstanding Morally Responsible FBI Agent™️ and she’s a high school girl involved with a case. I imagine he’d have to wrestle with that even if they got together after season 2. Prompt idea: Cooper needs Audrey's help with an undercover assignment (or.... she decides on her own that he does, and Audrey Horne does what she wants).

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🛰 Babylon 5:

Ships: Michael Garibaldi/Susan Ivanova/Talia Winters | Michael Garibaldi/Talia Winters | Lyta Alexander/Talia Winters | Jeffrey Sinclair/Catherine Sakai Friendships: Lyta Alexander & Talia Winters | Michael Garibaldi & Talia Winters | Jeffrey Sinclair & Delenn

A few thoughts that aren’t really prompts but might inspire you:

I just really, really, really want Talia to be saved. It’s very important to me.

It seems like Lyta would be the most qualified, and Garibaldi and Ivanova would be the most motivated, so really any combination of people can be involved. If any of them want to kiss in the process that’s also fine.

A fic that takes place after she’s saved off-screen will also work!! Anything from “everything is fine now and it’s fluffy” to “wow everything hurts and all these people are still very fucked up in many interesting ways.”

Talia and Lyta have the same backstory of having briefly trained with the Psi Cops before moving on to being commercial telepaths – could they have known each other when they were young?

Sinclair/Sakai are good and pure, they should have had the chance to be happy!!

I have read “To Dream in the City of Sorrows,” so if you have also read that and want to include that canon in a story including Sinclair, feel free.

Sinclair & Delenn’s connection is so awesome and worth exploring, but I don’t have a specific prompt in mind.

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⚾️ Deep Space Nine:

Ships: Kira Nerys/Keiko O’Brien/Miles O’Brien | Julian Bashir/Ezri Dax Friendships: Jadzia Dax & Benjamin Sisko | Julian Bashir & Jadzia Dax

Prompt ideas:

I love the extended O’Brien family so much, and I want to see more of any part of their journey. Did Kira and Keiko spend any time together before the pregnancy arc, or are they really just getting to know each other then? What about after the baby is born? (I’m fine with an AU where she doesn’t move out at all, but if you want to go on a canon journey including Kira’s other relationships that’s fine too).

Kira’s faith and culture are so important to her – how is that a part of the relationship, and how does she share that with the kids?

For Bashir/Ezri I love the idea of an AU where the war/show lasts longer so they can take more time having crushes and getting to know each other before getting together. And then maybe they get into danger together to help things along.

(It’s also fine if you want to explore a canon version where they’re probably a little messed up by the end of the war, but somehow they work through it and stay together.)

Jadzia & Benjamin: One last ride into shenanigans, for Curzon’s sake…

Jadzia & Julian: “Watch and learn.”

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🍺 Cheers:

Diane Chambers/Sam Malone

This couple is my platonic ideal of “ship that needs to be together monogamously forever as a quarantine measure to protect everyone else.” I love them. They’re the worst. They have incredible sex. They should annoy each other til death do they part. I will happily read canon-like comedy disaster shenanigans but also fluff, smut, angst, fix-its, anything goes. Prompts:

How do they support each other (well or very badly) in their ongoing mental health/addiction challenges?

If they DID get married, Diane would co-own the bar…

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🍄 Star Trek: Discovery

Ship: Christopher Pike/Vina Friendships: Michael Burnham & Christopher Pike | Christopher Pike & Discovery Crew | Michael Burnham & Spock

Pike/Vina: I liked the classic version as a kid, and then the Discovery version grabbed me by the throat. Those 90 seconds or whatever they shared on-screen? Life-changing.

I think about the possibility of long-distance telepathic connection/dreams/etc...

Or an AU where she came with him after “In Memory Serves.”

Pike & Disco Crew & Burnham: Pike is, according to Number One, unsentimental… which made it hit me hard when he called the Discovery crew “my family” at the end of season 2 as they went into the rift. We saw how having a good and noble captain changed them, but how did being with them change him?

Burnham & Spock: AU where Spock made it to the future with them.

Burnham & Spock: Five Times Spock remembers her from the past, or Five Times Michael remembers him from the future.

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🖖 Star Trek: Enterprise

Trip/T’Pol | Hoshi & Travis | Hoshi/Travis

Trip/T’Pol prompt ideas:

T'Pol lets Trip help her in her ongoing recovery

I love interspecies complications! What’s it like for Trip & T'Pol to be on Earth or Vulcan as a couple? If they have a child/children, how do they negotiate parenting them?

How about that touch telepathy Vulcans have… 😏

Hoshi/Travis or Hoshi & Travis: They are so sweet in the tiny moments they have alone together, and anything you have to offer for them as friends or lovers would be fun! Some ideas:

How does he help her recover from her experience on the Xindi weapon?

Five times Hoshi and Travis were left alone (or left in command) on the bridge

If you want to write mirror Hoshi/Travis that would be cool too!

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🎬 Stargate Atlantis RPF

Torri Higginson/Joe Flanigan

If you are one of the three possible people on Earth to offer this pairing, you already know what I’m about. But for completeness’s sake:

I’m really into the Oh No We Mustn’t temptation, often followed by Oh No Looks Like We Did, Now What Do We Do With This Mess And These Feelings?

Anything from friends with flirty pining to endgame OTP works for me, but I would really like them to hook up at least once 😉

Prompt idea: Maybe one or both of them don't actually remember what happened last night...

Prompt idea: What if Torri's with someone else and now it's Joe's turn to be jealous?

Prompt idea: Missed connections, bad timing… how does it almost happen? And then how does it happen for real?

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Thank you again, and happy writing!

[kuchenprince]

I'm watching xfiles s9 and dammit where can I find Doggett x reader

[the-hinky-panda]

Something Witchy: Blackbird, Delaware

Title: Something Witchy

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're a physical medium and chaos magician that is called in from time to time to help consult on some X-Files. You've lived your life seeing into another world and believing in things you can't see. What happens when you fall for the die hard skeptic Special Agent John Doggett?

Blackbird, Delaware

The house is in the middle of nowhere. John never thought the state of Delaware was big enough to have a “middle of nowhere” location and yet, here he is. At least, he’s not alone. Monica was convinced there was something paranormal out in the woods of Blackbird. A few teenagers were coming back from visiting an abandoned farmhouse with scratches, quills stuck in their skin, and then they would have the most insane run of bad luck until the next group would go out there into the woods. 

But Monica wasn’t feeling well, having succumbed to the flu that was making its way around the office. When he had called her, she had suggested having you accompany him on the two hour drive up to Blackbird to investigate the house. After looking at the case file, she thought it could be another Elemental or possible demon, both of which you would be able to assist with handling. She had been impressed with your reading at the McLeary farm and had apparently visited your shop a few times since then so her faith in your abilities had grown. 

Not to mention, John hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind since that case. The waves of your dark hair as it falls over your shoulders, your dark eyes that somehow radiate warmth. That unique scent of lavender and thyme that follows you. In the last week, he’s started dreaming about you. He can’t remember any specific details from the dream, just that you were there. He could hear your laugh, feel your warmth next to him. When he woke up, the smell of lavender and thyme was on his sheets. 

And he didn’t mind it. 

“You said the teens are coming home with cuts and bruises,” you ask him from the passenger seat of the car, “and quills?” 

“Yeah. Like porcupine quills but…” 

“But they’re not. Delaware doesn’t have porcupines. The state doesn’t have the appropriate ecosystem for them.” 

“You got any ideas then?” 

You smile at him, bright and confident, in the late afternoon light. God, you’re beautiful. “Delaware may not have porcupines but they do have pukwudgies.” 

“Puk what?” 

“Pukwudgies.” 

“The hell is that? It sounds like something teenage boys do to each other in the locker room.” 

“A pukwudgie is like a gnome, it’s a fairy type spirit that shows itself as a small old man with porcupine quills on its back. They can be beneficial to the areas they inhabit but they can also be little tricksters.” 

“So they have short tempers.”

“And they don’t suffer fools lightly. They can follow you home and give you a string of bad luck if you insult them.” 

“Sounds like our suspect then.” 

You give him a surprised look. “Why, Agent Doggett, did you agree with a paranormal explanation of a case?” 

“For now.” He gives you a brief smile. “Until we get up there and find it’s some old, short guy with a pet porcupine that’s teaching some obnoxious teens a lesson.” 

You laugh quietly. “I knew it was too good to be true.” 

He glances over at you, a smile still on your lips and he’s in complete agreement about the situation, of you agreeing to make this drive with him. It is too good to be true. Someone as bright and beautiful as you willing to spend your Friday night driving out into the woods to investigate with him. And the thought passes through his mind, watching the fading afternoon light shine off the soft waves of your hair and that now familiar scent of lavender and thyme fills the car, that he may very well be falling in love with you. 

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It all happens so fast. 

You and John reach the abandoned house just as the sun is setting. You take pictures of the house, the woods, the front door that is standing open. You think you see odd footprints in the dust that could belong to the suspected pukwudgie and take a few shots of those as well. John moves through the house, opening every door and ensuring that there is no one lurking about on the property. When he’s done, he finds you in one of the upstairs bedrooms investigating what looks to be a pile of pine needles, a kind of bedding for a small creature in one of the closets. 

“Find anything pukwudgie-ish?” 

You can hear the sarcasm in his voice but smile anyway. “Actually, I think I did find something.” 

He comes over to where you’re standing and when you look over at him, you see the door to the bedroom slam shut. Before either one of you can move, you hear the slide of a chair moving across the wooden floor and settle under the doorknob of the bedroom. It happens in a matter of seconds and ends with the sound of small claws tottering off into the house. John runs over to the door and tries to open the door only to find it locked. He slams his shoulder into it a few times but the old wood stays surprisingly unphased. 

“Dammit!” 

You fiddle with the lens of your camera. “Looks like we’ve been pukwudgied.” 

“Okay,” he says, a little breathless. “How do we un-pukwudgie it?” 

“Under normal circumstances, we would provide a peace offering to the creature, nuts and berries mostly. But,” you motion to the door, “we’re stuck until someone can let us out.” 

He sighs in frustration as he pulls out his cell phone and tries to call the Blackbird PD, but that results in another frustrated sigh. “No service. Great.” 

You go to the window and push it up. “I could try to climb out on the roof-” 

“No, no no,” he grabs your arm and tugs you away from the window. “That’s the last thing we need, you falling through the dilapidated roof and breaking your leg or worse.” 

“Alright, no climbing on the roof.”  You wander around the perimeter of the room while John goes back to studying the door. There really is no other way out other than waiting for either the police department to come looking for you or some curious teenager to show up to the house. Not having much else to do, you sit down on the floor and pull up the pictures you took on the digital camera. John gets tired of fighting with the jammed door and comes to sit down next to you. 

“You had something to show me up here?” 

You’re close enough to the closet door to pull it open from your seated position on the floor. “I found a pile of pine needles in the closet. Like it was being used as bedding or a nest.” 

He hums in acknowledgement but doesn’t say anything else. 

“You sound skeptical.” 

“That’s because I am.” 

“Agent Doggett, we are locked in a room in an abandoned house that you personally cleared.” You hold up the camera. “I have pictures of unexplained footprints and found a nest in a small, dark enclosed space. What other explanation is there?” 

“Another explanation? Okay. It’s a big house so I could have missed them when I did the sweep. The footprints could be an animal’s and the pine needles in the closet could be from a raccoon or opossum.” 

“So no pukwudgie? Not even a little bit of possibility?” 

He gives you a mildly apologetic look. “Sorry, but no. Unless you got a picture on that camera of the creature, I’m siding with a flesh and blood explanation of who locked us in here.” 

You nod. “Alright. Photographic evidence. Got it.” 

He actually laughs. “You get a picture of this thing, a good picture of it, and I’ll spring for dinner.” 

“Deal!” 

You sit in companionable silence for a few minutes. The sun has been down for almost two hours and the chill of night is creeping through the dilapidated house. You’re wishing you had grabbed your down coat instead of the thin jacket you’re trying to tug closer around your upper body. John shifts next to you. 

“Here.” 

That’s the only warning you get before John drapes his coat over your shoulders. It’s warm and holds notes of his cologne, cedarwood and pepper. Your hand smooths over the thick wool and images start to flood your mind. Mist is still clinging to the trees, dew is collecting on your shoes. There’s a group of people huddled together in a grassy clearing. You don’t want to see what they’re staring at but you move towards them anyway. As you approach them you can see the outline of a boy lying prone on the ground. Your heart stops and your stomach roils and…

“Hey!” 

You snap back to the darkness of the bedroom and try to blink back the tears that have gathered in your eyes. John has a hand on your shoulder, firm and grounding. You bury your nose against the collar of the coat and take a deep, steadying breath, inhaling his sharp scent. “Sorry.” 

“It’s alright.” He doesn’t sound convinced but relinquishes his grip. 

The pieces start to slide into place and tears come to your eyes again. This man has lost his son. He had been wearing this coat when they found the body. He had been in that field, had seen his son in that condition. And your heart breaks for him. But you can’t just tell him what you saw as skeptical as he is. So you do the only thing you can in the moment and open the coat as an invitation to share it. He gives you a small smile before moving closer to you, your sides pressed together and the coat wrapped around both of you. It’s so comforting, his warmth and solid frame next to you. You find yourself closing your eyes and starting to fall asleep. 

“I’m sorry,” he says after a few minutes of quiet. 

That rouses you. “For what?” 

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings about the…” he motions to the door. 

“You didn’t hurt my feelings.” You lay your head against his shoulder. “In fact, as far as skeptics go, you’re the most polite one I’ve ever met.” 

“Then why’d you start to cry?” 

You take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to answer that question when flashes of light and whispered voices can be seen from the window. Both of you jump to your feet and run over to the window. There are about four teenagers sneaking up on the house, trying to keep their voices down as their bright flashlights bob in the darkness. You grab John’s arm. 

“Don’t tell them you’re FBI.” 

“Why not?” 

“You want them to help us?” 

He nods. 

You lean your head out the window. “Hey! We need help! The pukwudgie locked us in this room!” 

The teens stop dead in their tracks and lift their lights up to the window almost blinding you. “You said the pukwudgie locked you up?” 

“Yeah! Can you help us?” 

You hear the excited twitter of their voices debating on whether or not the creature is still in the house or ran off or they were being tricked. Curiosity got the better of them and they did venture into the house and soon the door was opening with four curious high school students standing on the other side. You thank them for helping while John flashes his FBI badge and tells them they’re trespassing and shouldn’t be there. But since they helped you, he’ll forget about them breaking the law if they leave. 

Once the teens are well on their way back home, you and John climb back into the car and start the drive back to DC. He seems to have forgotten about his unanswered question concerning the sudden rise of your tears and you don’t remind him of it. You’re not sure how long ago the event occurred and if he would even be willing to speak of it. When you reach the suburbs of DC, he asks you where he should drop you off. 

“At the store,” you tell him. “I live in the apartment above it.” 

“That’s convenient.” He gives you a small smile. “For all those late night séances when they run out of black candles and incense.” 

You tut. “You don’t use black candles for a séance. Amature.” 

He chuckles at that and navigates the mostly empty streets of DC to your shop. He gives you a warm “Good night,” and waits until you enter the shop safely. You debate taking a shower, wanting to carry the residual scent of his cologne on your skin. As you lay in bed that night, you make plans on heading back to Blackbird to get that picture of the pukwudgie. 

It’s Sunday afternoon when you download the pictures you took that morning of the three foot tall figure with the rows of short quills on its back onto your computer. You open your email and type in John’s email address, attaching the image. In the body of the email, all you say is: I like Fiorentino’s on 8th Street. 

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X-Files: Something Witchy

Title: Something Witchy

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're a physical medium and chaos magician that is called in from time to time to help consult on some X-Files. You've lived your life seeing into another world and believing in things you can't see. What happens when you fall for the die hard skeptic Special Agent John Doggett?

The McLeary Farm

Blackbird, Delaware

Fiorentino’s

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Unlikely

Words: 655

Pairing: John Doggett x Reader

A/N:  Slightly changed the request but I hope it’s ok?

Request:  Hello! Do you think that I could request a really fluffy John Doggett x Reader fic where maybe Mulder just came home and Scully immediately went case solving with him... so everything is really quiet back in the office, so Doggett is just doing some paperwork? Reader walks in, they chat (established relationship), and they share a fluffy kiss??? Thank you so much!!! Honestly, I'm not giving an outline, I'm just spitballing --- I would love ANY John Doggett writing from you!!! - Anon

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“I bet you’re just as thrilled as I am to be back. Maybe we’ll get a short break, huh?” Mulder’s voice came from beside you as the two of you walked towards the office that you’d all been squeezed into.

“What, that was the fourth back to back case we’ve had? Doggett and Scully have had just as many as well.” you commented, feeling the weight of the cases.

He grumbled “Yeah, we’ve never had this many at once before.” as he approached the door he opened it and entered the room, allowing you to enter before closing it.

You smiled at Scully who was standing next to the desk. “You’re back.” you shook off your coat and hung it up.

“Not for long.” her voice sounded slightly deflated “Mulder we have another case, Skinner wants me and you on it.”

“Can’t I even have two minutes?” the man said astounded as he dramatically pulled his coat back onto his shoulders. 

The woman rolled her eyes and began to leave the room “Come on Mulder.” 

The man turned on his heels and quickly followed the woman, throwing a goodbye over his shoulder as he closed the door.

Alone in peace you felt your body relax as you sunk into a chair near the desk. Leaning into the chair you stretched out your back and brought your hand to the back of your neck to gently massage it.

“Sore back?” you jumped slightly at the familiar voice and quickly looked towards the door.

“John” your face beamed into a smile as you instinctively stood but the man smiled and gestured for you to sit back down as he crossed the room to you. 

He moved behind your chair and placed his hands on your shoulders before gently moving them to massage your shoulders and neck carefully. “Where are the other two?”

“Another case.” you spoke, melting under his familiar touch. “That’d be Mulders fifth in a row-”

“And Scully’s fifth as well.” you laughed, moving his hands from your shoulders and instead wrapping them around you from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder as he spoke “How was your last one?” He placed a quick kiss to your cheek before unwrapping his arms and pulling up a chair beside you.

When you’d first started dating his affection did take you by surprise but you loved to see this side of him, but he’d never in a million years act like this with anyone else around. Usually he wouldn’t even act like this at work since there was a risk anyone could walk in but right now you appreciated it. You’d barely spent time with each other for at least a month.

“It was ok. Long and tiring, just some guy making and distributing some ‘wellness drink’ that was causing group hallucinations.” you shrugged.

The man’s eyes had been taking you in the entire time, he’d missed you. “Ah, who doesn’t love a group hallucination.” you laughed 

“How was yours?” 

Doggett settled into his chair. “A small group of men were behind it all, there was a chase, some guns-”

“Are you ok?” you interrupted.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” he reassured.

“Good.” you let out a small laugh and leaned forward to reach for the alarm clock on the desk to check the time. “It’s six p.m. after the month we’ve had we could probably leave now.”

He let out a sigh of relief and pushed himself out of his chair, standing up he offered his hand to you. “We’re definitely leaving. We can pick up some pizza?”

“That sounds perfect.” you took his hand and stood as you spoke. 

The man smiled and pulled you in towards him, placing a kiss to your lips you both relished in the moment briefly before pulling away. You were such an unlikely pair and most people couldn’t understand it but God, you’d missed this man so much.

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WIP Game

Thank you for the tag @bullet-prooflove! You are responsible for the mess that is my WIP.

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit! (one of the rules was also to tag as many people as there are wips but my wip folder is too big to play that lmaoooo) - I second this - Mine is wayyyyy too big

WIP List:

Salvation: (this is an AU, alternate ending to Heroes) Les Packer x OFC! Morgan Fox

The Gin Blossom: Gilly Lopez x Fem!Reader

Heroes: Coco Cruz x OFC! Morgan Fox, Angel Reyes x OFC!Morgan Fox

The Preacher's Wife: Hank Loza x OFC! Maggie Fox

Dog Days Are Gone: Chibs Telford x Fem!Reader

Something Witchy: John Doggett x Fem!Reader

Tremont Tempest: Mike Duarte x Fem!Reader

The Dog: Mike Duarte x Fem!Reader

And I think that's enough for now...and I'm going to tag the wonderful and talented @seltsamkind cause I know they have some fantastic ideas for fics, @drabbles-mc (but they may have done this already but I love their stuff!), @tropes-and-tales because they're amazing as well. And @the-ginger-hedge-witch because she always has something amazing in the works.

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Hello! Do you think that I could request a really fluffy John Doggett x Reader fic where maybe Mulder just came home and Scully immediately went case solving with him... so everything is really quiet back in the office, so Doggett is just doing some paperwork? Reader walks in, they chat (established relationship), and they share a fluffy kiss??? Thank you so much!!! Honestly, I'm not giving an outline, I'm just spitballing --- I would love ANY John Doggett writing from you!!!

yes yes yes

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Something Witchy: McLeary Farm

Title: Something Witchy

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're a physical medium and chaos magician that is called in from time to time to help consult on some X-Files. You've lived your life seeing into another world and believing in things you can't see. What happens when you fall for the die hard skeptic Special Agent John Doggett?

They say that opposites attract. That there needs to be balance between two people in order for a relationship to work properly. Yin and yang. Light and dark. 

Special Agent John Doggett believes this is complete bullshit. 

He believes in similarities, common ground, shared beliefs. A foundation that a solid relationship can be built upon. Which is why whenever he reads an X-File with your name, he has an incessant desire to know what you look like. He had heard you were a friend of Mulder’s from years ago. The first case where your name appears was concerning  a poltergeist driving a father insane to the point of killing his entire family. Your name, a hard one to forget due to its uniqueness, had been recorded as performing a double exorcism to cleanse the house and land: a Catholic exorcism for the house and a Native American cleansing of the land. Even though your name pops up here and there throughout some of the files, there haven’t been any cases that have come across his desk that require his reaching out for your expertise. 

That is until one rainy Wednesday morning when  he walks into the basement office to find Monica digging through the filing cabinet. 

He shakes the rain off his umbrella and leaves it by the door. “We get a case?” 

“Yeah.” Monica answers distractedly. “It’s a small farm in Maryland. The family has horses, sheep, goats, and chickens. They’ve been finding some of their animals dead, drained of blood. Their son was recently attacked and is currently fighting for his life in the ICU. Same type of injuries as the animals.” 

“So what are you looking for?” 

“The name of that chaos magician that helped Agent Mulder a couple times.” 

He says it without any hesitation. The name falls effortlessly from his lips and it’s enough to get an eyebrow raise from Monica. He drops his keys on the desk and changes the direction of the conversation . “So what the hell is a chaos magician?” 

“It’s someone who’s well versed in a variety of religious practices and beliefs. When someone encounters a paranormal issue, a chaos magician can assess the issue and provide the appropriate solution based on the nature of the cause.” 

“How can they help with dead animals and a kid in ICU?” 

“If it’s something other than a human, they may be able to tell us what it is and how to appease it.” Monica is quiet for a moment. “Have you met her before?” 

John shakes his head. “No. Why?” 

“You just came up with her name fairly quickly.” 

“It’s a unique name.” 

Monica has abandoned the filing cabinet and instead is flipping through the Rolodex on her desk. “I’ll give her a call and see if she can meet us at the farm.” 

John sits down at his desk and flips the case file open. He tries to concentrate on the photos of the animals, the up close view of the wounds, but all he can manage is straining to hear your voice as you make arrangements with Monica. It sounds like he’s finally going to put a face to the name this afternoon and he’s hoping this will sate his odd curiosity about you. 

***

You park your vintage Volkswagen GTI Golf next to the government issued sedan at the McLeary farm. It’s not the first crime scene you’ve been asked to observe. DC, Virginia, Maryland police departments, as well as the FBI, have requested your services for the last six years since you’ve opened your small occult shop in the DC area. As a physical medium and chaos magician, you’re more than happy to be considered helpful in situations like this one. As you approach the barn that’s been marked off in yellow caution tape, you hear your name being called by a dark haired woman. 

“Agent Reyes?” 

“Yes,” she shakes your hand. “First, I just want to say how amazing it is to meet you in person. I read your book on banshees and their contributions to the grieving process in families and thought it was extremely insightful.” 

“Thank you.” You had written the book while you were in college. It had been a research paper turned into a short book with just a little bit more research. You were surprised at how many people had actually read it. The small paranormal publisher was trying to get you to write another book but nothing had captured your attention quite like the banshee had. You suppose it had something to do with your mother’s death at the time you were writing it. “So, what exactly are we looking at here?” 

She lifts the yellow tape for you duck underneath. “I’m not sure. My first thought was it could be a chupacabra.” 

You shake your head. “It’s late winter though. It’s too cold for a chupacabra to be this far north. It was summer time, maybe.” 

“My next thought was a Satanic cult, a sacrifice of sorts. But if they start sacrificing animals, they don’t typically escalate to humans.” 

“No, if they were going to do human sacrifices, they would have started with humans.” You stop at one of the stalls in the barn, wrap your hands around the cold, steel bars. Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath and try to concentrate on the surroundings. The scent of hay fills your nose, the biting cold of winter sting your cheeks, but your mind opens and starts to access the information that only you can access. 

There’s the spirit of a caretaker in the barn. He calms the horses, stands guard at night. You try to strike up a conversation with him but he’s reluctant. He’s afraid of whatever it is that is harming the animals. He stays in the hayloft when it comes stalking down the aisle in the early morning hours. It’s footfalls are heavy, the drag of heavy limbs  through the packed dirt floor of the barn. It’s looking to be appeased, to get it’s due. 

“It’s an Elemental.” 

“What the hell is an Elemental?” 

Your eyes fly open at the sound of a new voice, a male baritone and you find yourself staring into the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. Words completely escape you as the ground shifts underneath your feet. Thankfully, Agent Reyes jumps into the situation, buying you time to reorient yourself. 

“This is Special Agent John Doggett, my partner.” 

Somehow you find your voice and introduce yourself and move straight into explaining Elementals. “An Elemental is a spirit that was never human. It’s a guardian of nature and the earth. Many Native American tribes worshiped them and provided sacrifices to show them respect and ask for their blessings on the land and their crops. This particular Elemental hasn’t had an offering in many many years so it is taking what it believes it’s due by killing the animals.” 

“Uh huh,” Doggett responds. “So this spirit of nature is killing things because no one is giving it offerings?” 

You swallow down your unease and nod. “Yes, pretty much.” 

“So why would it attack the son?” Reyes asks. 

“Most likely because he challenged it, disrespected it.” You shrug. “Sometimes disbelief can come back to bite you in the ass. And when you’re dealing with something that is eons old, it’s not very forgiving.” 

Agent Reyes crosses her arms. “So what do you suggest?” 

“I would suggest the family start by making weekly offerings. Fruit, breads, and mead. Leave it in the middle of the barn aisle when they close everything up at night. Once it’s been properly appeased, they can leave an offering once a month.” 

“And their son?” Doggett interjects. “The one that’s lying in an ICU bed on a ventilator?” 

You shift uncomfortably on your feet at the intensity of his skepticism. “I would leave the offering tonight. Make apologies and ask the Elemental for mercy and healing.” 

He walks away from you with a slight, although disbelieving, nod of his head and you feel tears spring to your eyes. You’ve faced multitudes of skeptics in your lifetime but for some reason, this man’s disbelief is something you take personally. Agent Reyes must notice your reaction because she places a kind hand on your arm. 

“I’ll speak to the family about the offering and making the apology to the Elemental.” 

You nod your thanks and return to your car, your job done for the moment. Two days later, the door to your store opens and you go out to greet the customer. You’re surprised, to put it mildly, that it’s Agent Doggett who is standing by the register. Once again, you feel the ground list under your feet but you manage to right yourself more quickly this time. 

“Agent Doggett, to what do I owe this visit?” 

He glances around the small but densely packed space of candles, tarot cards, incense, and books. “I just wanted to stop by and give you an update on the McLeary’s son.” 

“Okay.” 

“The McLeary’s did the offering like you suggested. In fact, they’ve done it twice now. This morning, their son came out of his coma and was able to be taken off life support. It’s a damn miracle.” 

You smile, relieved that your read on the situation had been correct. “Miracles can’t be explained, Agent Doggett. This can be. I’m just happy that my suggestion was the correct path to take.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

You wait for him to say something else but he doesn’t. He merely nods his head and turns toward the door. A variety of phrases pop up in your mind to prevent him from leaving but they all log jam in your throat and nothing comes out. So you watch him leave, the tiny jingle of the bell over the door the only sound that fills your ears. You want him to come back, you want to talk to him more, learn more about him. What made him so skeptical? What happened that drove all the faith out of him? Is there anything that you can do to bring it back? In that moment of asking all those questions, of wondering why you even care that much about a federal agent with glacier blue eyes, you realize why you care so much about his ability to believe in things he can not see. 

You’re in love with him.

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@the-hinky-panda I am also in love with him and this piece. I love the fact he is a very clear non believer but hes not a dick about it. Also the case was so interesting esp how they resolved it. I love the chemistry between the two of them and I am eager to see more!

Something Witchy: McLeary Farm

Title: Something Witchy

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're a physical medium and chaos magician that is called in from time to time to help consult on some X-Files. You've lived your life seeing into another world and believing in things you can't see. What happens when you fall for the die hard skeptic Special Agent John Doggett?

They say that opposites attract. That there needs to be balance between two people in order for a relationship to work properly. Yin and yang. Light and dark. 

Special Agent John Doggett believes this is complete bullshit. 

He believes in similarities, common ground, shared beliefs. A foundation that a solid relationship can be built upon. Which is why whenever he reads an X-File with your name, he has an incessant desire to know what you look like. He had heard you were a friend of Mulder’s from years ago. The first case where your name appears was concerning  a poltergeist driving a father insane to the point of killing his entire family. Your name, a hard one to forget due to its uniqueness, had been recorded as performing a double exorcism to cleanse the house and land: a Catholic exorcism for the house and a Native American cleansing of the land. Even though your name pops up here and there throughout some of the files, there haven’t been any cases that have come across his desk that require his reaching out for your expertise. 

That is until one rainy Wednesday morning when  he walks into the basement office to find Monica digging through the filing cabinet. 

He shakes the rain off his umbrella and leaves it by the door. “We get a case?” 

“Yeah.” Monica answers distractedly. “It’s a small farm in Maryland. The family has horses, sheep, goats, and chickens. They’ve been finding some of their animals dead, drained of blood. Their son was recently attacked and is currently fighting for his life in the ICU. Same type of injuries as the animals.” 

“So what are you looking for?” 

“The name of that chaos magician that helped Agent Mulder a couple times.” 

He says it without any hesitation. The name falls effortlessly from his lips and it’s enough to get an eyebrow raise from Monica. He drops his keys on the desk and changes the direction of the conversation . “So what the hell is a chaos magician?” 

“It’s someone who’s well versed in a variety of religious practices and beliefs. When someone encounters a paranormal issue, a chaos magician can assess the issue and provide the appropriate solution based on the nature of the cause.” 

“How can they help with dead animals and a kid in ICU?” 

“If it’s something other than a human, they may be able to tell us what it is and how to appease it.” Monica is quiet for a moment. “Have you met her before?” 

John shakes his head. “No. Why?” 

“You just came up with her name fairly quickly.” 

“It’s a unique name.” 

Monica has abandoned the filing cabinet and instead is flipping through the Rolodex on her desk. “I’ll give her a call and see if she can meet us at the farm.” 

John sits down at his desk and flips the case file open. He tries to concentrate on the photos of the animals, the up close view of the wounds, but all he can manage is straining to hear your voice as you make arrangements with Monica. It sounds like he’s finally going to put a face to the name this afternoon and he’s hoping this will sate his odd curiosity about you. 

***

You park your vintage Volkswagen GTI Golf next to the government issued sedan at the McLeary farm. It’s not the first crime scene you’ve been asked to observe. DC, Virginia, Maryland police departments, as well as the FBI, have requested your services for the last six years since you’ve opened your small occult shop in the DC area. As a physical medium and chaos magician, you’re more than happy to be considered helpful in situations like this one. As you approach the barn that’s been marked off in yellow caution tape, you hear your name being called by a dark haired woman. 

“Agent Reyes?” 

“Yes,” she shakes your hand. “First, I just want to say how amazing it is to meet you in person. I read your book on banshees and their contributions to the grieving process in families and thought it was extremely insightful.” 

“Thank you.” You had written the book while you were in college. It had been a research paper turned into a short book with just a little bit more research. You were surprised at how many people had actually read it. The small paranormal publisher was trying to get you to write another book but nothing had captured your attention quite like the banshee had. You suppose it had something to do with your mother’s death at the time you were writing it. “So, what exactly are we looking at here?” 

She lifts the yellow tape for you duck underneath. “I’m not sure. My first thought was it could be a chupacabra.” 

You shake your head. “It’s late winter though. It’s too cold for a chupacabra to be this far north. It was summer time, maybe.” 

“My next thought was a Satanic cult, a sacrifice of sorts. But if they start sacrificing animals, they don’t typically escalate to humans.” 

“No, if they were going to do human sacrifices, they would have started with humans.” You stop at one of the stalls in the barn, wrap your hands around the cold, steel bars. Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath and try to concentrate on the surroundings. The scent of hay fills your nose, the biting cold of winter sting your cheeks, but your mind opens and starts to access the information that only you can access. 

There’s the spirit of a caretaker in the barn. He calms the horses, stands guard at night. You try to strike up a conversation with him but he’s reluctant. He’s afraid of whatever it is that is harming the animals. He stays in the hayloft when it comes stalking down the aisle in the early morning hours. It’s footfalls are heavy, the drag of heavy limbs  through the packed dirt floor of the barn. It’s looking to be appeased, to get it’s due. 

“It’s an Elemental.” 

“What the hell is an Elemental?” 

Your eyes fly open at the sound of a new voice, a male baritone and you find yourself staring into the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. Words completely escape you as the ground shifts underneath your feet. Thankfully, Agent Reyes jumps into the situation, buying you time to reorient yourself. 

“This is Special Agent John Doggett, my partner.” 

Somehow you find your voice and introduce yourself and move straight into explaining Elementals. “An Elemental is a spirit that was never human. It’s a guardian of nature and the earth. Many Native American tribes worshiped them and provided sacrifices to show them respect and ask for their blessings on the land and their crops. This particular Elemental hasn’t had an offering in many many years so it is taking what it believes it’s due by killing the animals.” 

“Uh huh,” Doggett responds. “So this spirit of nature is killing things because no one is giving it offerings?” 

You swallow down your unease and nod. “Yes, pretty much.” 

“So why would it attack the son?” Reyes asks. 

“Most likely because he challenged it, disrespected it.” You shrug. “Sometimes disbelief can come back to bite you in the ass. And when you’re dealing with something that is eons old, it’s not very forgiving.” 

Agent Reyes crosses her arms. “So what do you suggest?” 

“I would suggest the family start by making weekly offerings. Fruit, breads, and mead. Leave it in the middle of the barn aisle when they close everything up at night. Once it’s been properly appeased, they can leave an offering once a month.” 

“And their son?” Doggett interjects. “The one that’s lying in an ICU bed on a ventilator?” 

You shift uncomfortably on your feet at the intensity of his skepticism. “I would leave the offering tonight. Make apologies and ask the Elemental for mercy and healing.” 

He walks away from you with a slight, although disbelieving, nod of his head and you feel tears spring to your eyes. You’ve faced multitudes of skeptics in your lifetime but for some reason, this man’s disbelief is something you take personally. Agent Reyes must notice your reaction because she places a kind hand on your arm. 

“I’ll speak to the family about the offering and making the apology to the Elemental.” 

You nod your thanks and return to your car, your job done for the moment. Two days later, the door to your store opens and you go out to greet the customer. You’re surprised, to put it mildly, that it’s Agent Doggett who is standing by the register. Once again, you feel the ground list under your feet but you manage to right yourself more quickly this time. 

“Agent Doggett, to what do I owe this visit?” 

He glances around the small but densely packed space of candles, tarot cards, incense, and books. “I just wanted to stop by and give you an update on the McLeary’s son.” 

“Okay.” 

“The McLeary’s did the offering like you suggested. In fact, they’ve done it twice now. This morning, their son came out of his coma and was able to be taken off life support. It’s a damn miracle.” 

You smile, relieved that your read on the situation had been correct. “Miracles can’t be explained, Agent Doggett. This can be. I’m just happy that my suggestion was the correct path to take.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

You wait for him to say something else but he doesn’t. He merely nods his head and turns toward the door. A variety of phrases pop up in your mind to prevent him from leaving but they all log jam in your throat and nothing comes out. So you watch him leave, the tiny jingle of the bell over the door the only sound that fills your ears. You want him to come back, you want to talk to him more, learn more about him. What made him so skeptical? What happened that drove all the faith out of him? Is there anything that you can do to bring it back? In that moment of asking all those questions, of wondering why you even care that much about a federal agent with glacier blue eyes, you realize why you care so much about his ability to believe in things he can not see. 

You’re in love with him.

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Something Witchy: McLeary Farm

Title: Something Witchy

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You're a physical medium and chaos magician that is called in from time to time to help consult on some X-Files. You've lived your life seeing into another world and believing in things you can't see. What happens when you fall for the die hard skeptic Special Agent John Doggett?

They say that opposites attract. That there needs to be balance between two people in order for a relationship to work properly. Yin and yang. Light and dark. 

Special Agent John Doggett believes this is complete bullshit. 

He believes in similarities, common ground, shared beliefs. A foundation that a solid relationship can be built upon. Which is why whenever he reads an X-File with your name, he has an incessant desire to know what you look like. He had heard you were a friend of Mulder’s from years ago. The first case where your name appears was concerning  a poltergeist driving a father insane to the point of killing his entire family. Your name, a hard one to forget due to its uniqueness, had been recorded as performing a double exorcism to cleanse the house and land: a Catholic exorcism for the house and a Native American cleansing of the land. Even though your name pops up here and there throughout some of the files, there haven’t been any cases that have come across his desk that require his reaching out for your expertise. 

That is until one rainy Wednesday morning when  he walks into the basement office to find Monica digging through the filing cabinet. 

He shakes the rain off his umbrella and leaves it by the door. “We get a case?” 

“Yeah.” Monica answers distractedly. “It’s a small farm in Maryland. The family has horses, sheep, goats, and chickens. They’ve been finding some of their animals dead, drained of blood. Their son was recently attacked and is currently fighting for his life in the ICU. Same type of injuries as the animals.” 

“So what are you looking for?” 

“The name of that chaos magician that helped Agent Mulder a couple times.” 

He says it without any hesitation. The name falls effortlessly from his lips and it’s enough to get an eyebrow raise from Monica. He drops his keys on the desk and changes the direction of the conversation . “So what the hell is a chaos magician?” 

“It’s someone who’s well versed in a variety of religious practices and beliefs. When someone encounters a paranormal issue, a chaos magician can assess the issue and provide the appropriate solution based on the nature of the cause.” 

“How can they help with dead animals and a kid in ICU?” 

“If it’s something other than a human, they may be able to tell us what it is and how to appease it.” Monica is quiet for a moment. “Have you met her before?” 

John shakes his head. “No. Why?” 

“You just came up with her name fairly quickly.” 

“It’s a unique name.” 

Monica has abandoned the filing cabinet and instead is flipping through the Rolodex on her desk. “I’ll give her a call and see if she can meet us at the farm.” 

John sits down at his desk and flips the case file open. He tries to concentrate on the photos of the animals, the up close view of the wounds, but all he can manage is straining to hear your voice as you make arrangements with Monica. It sounds like he’s finally going to put a face to the name this afternoon and he’s hoping this will sate his odd curiosity about you. 

***

You park your vintage Volkswagen GTI Golf next to the government issued sedan at the McLeary farm. It’s not the first crime scene you’ve been asked to observe. DC, Virginia, Maryland police departments, as well as the FBI, have requested your services for the last six years since you’ve opened your small occult shop in the DC area. As a physical medium and chaos magician, you’re more than happy to be considered helpful in situations like this one. As you approach the barn that’s been marked off in yellow caution tape, you hear your name being called by a dark haired woman. 

“Agent Reyes?” 

“Yes,” she shakes your hand. “First, I just want to say how amazing it is to meet you in person. I read your book on banshees and their contributions to the grieving process in families and thought it was extremely insightful.” 

“Thank you.” You had written the book while you were in college. It had been a research paper turned into a short book with just a little bit more research. You were surprised at how many people had actually read it. The small paranormal publisher was trying to get you to write another book but nothing had captured your attention quite like the banshee had. You suppose it had something to do with your mother’s death at the time you were writing it. “So, what exactly are we looking at here?” 

She lifts the yellow tape for you duck underneath. “I’m not sure. My first thought was it could be a chupacabra.” 

You shake your head. “It’s late winter though. It’s too cold for a chupacabra to be this far north. It was summer time, maybe.” 

“My next thought was a Satanic cult, a sacrifice of sorts. But if they start sacrificing animals, they don’t typically escalate to humans.” 

“No, if they were going to do human sacrifices, they would have started with humans.” You stop at one of the stalls in the barn, wrap your hands around the cold, steel bars. Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath and try to concentrate on the surroundings. The scent of hay fills your nose, the biting cold of winter sting your cheeks, but your mind opens and starts to access the information that only you can access. 

There’s the spirit of a caretaker in the barn. He calms the horses, stands guard at night. You try to strike up a conversation with him but he’s reluctant. He’s afraid of whatever it is that is harming the animals. He stays in the hayloft when it comes stalking down the aisle in the early morning hours. It’s footfalls are heavy, the drag of heavy limbs  through the packed dirt floor of the barn. It’s looking to be appeased, to get it’s due. 

“It’s an Elemental.” 

“What the hell is an Elemental?” 

Your eyes fly open at the sound of a new voice, a male baritone and you find yourself staring into the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. Words completely escape you as the ground shifts underneath your feet. Thankfully, Agent Reyes jumps into the situation, buying you time to reorient yourself. 

“This is Special Agent John Doggett, my partner.” 

Somehow you find your voice and introduce yourself and move straight into explaining Elementals. “An Elemental is a spirit that was never human. It’s a guardian of nature and the earth. Many Native American tribes worshiped them and provided sacrifices to show them respect and ask for their blessings on the land and their crops. This particular Elemental hasn’t had an offering in many many years so it is taking what it believes it’s due by killing the animals.” 

“Uh huh,” Doggett responds. “So this spirit of nature is killing things because no one is giving it offerings?” 

You swallow down your unease and nod. “Yes, pretty much.” 

“So why would it attack the son?” Reyes asks. 

“Most likely because he challenged it, disrespected it.” You shrug. “Sometimes disbelief can come back to bite you in the ass. And when you’re dealing with something that is eons old, it’s not very forgiving.” 

Agent Reyes crosses her arms. “So what do you suggest?” 

“I would suggest the family start by making weekly offerings. Fruit, breads, and mead. Leave it in the middle of the barn aisle when they close everything up at night. Once it’s been properly appeased, they can leave an offering once a month.” 

“And their son?” Doggett interjects. “The one that’s lying in an ICU bed on a ventilator?” 

You shift uncomfortably on your feet at the intensity of his skepticism. “I would leave the offering tonight. Make apologies and ask the Elemental for mercy and healing.” 

He walks away from you with a slight, although disbelieving, nod of his head and you feel tears spring to your eyes. You’ve faced multitudes of skeptics in your lifetime but for some reason, this man’s disbelief is something you take personally. Agent Reyes must notice your reaction because she places a kind hand on your arm. 

“I’ll speak to the family about the offering and making the apology to the Elemental.” 

You nod your thanks and return to your car, your job done for the moment. Two days later, the door to your store opens and you go out to greet the customer. You’re surprised, to put it mildly, that it’s Agent Doggett who is standing by the register. Once again, you feel the ground list under your feet but you manage to right yourself more quickly this time. 

“Agent Doggett, to what do I owe this visit?” 

He glances around the small but densely packed space of candles, tarot cards, incense, and books. “I just wanted to stop by and give you an update on the McLeary’s son.” 

“Okay.” 

“The McLeary’s did the offering like you suggested. In fact, they’ve done it twice now. This morning, their son came out of his coma and was able to be taken off life support. It’s a damn miracle.” 

You smile, relieved that your read on the situation had been correct. “Miracles can’t be explained, Agent Doggett. This can be. I’m just happy that my suggestion was the correct path to take.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

You wait for him to say something else but he doesn’t. He merely nods his head and turns toward the door. A variety of phrases pop up in your mind to prevent him from leaving but they all log jam in your throat and nothing comes out. So you watch him leave, the tiny jingle of the bell over the door the only sound that fills your ears. You want him to come back, you want to talk to him more, learn more about him. What made him so skeptical? What happened that drove all the faith out of him? Is there anything that you can do to bring it back? In that moment of asking all those questions, of wondering why you even care that much about a federal agent with glacier blue eyes, you realize why you care so much about his ability to believe in things he can not see. 

You’re in love with him.