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ocsxinxpurgatory · 4 years

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Path Chosen (Introductory Drabble)

Series: Wynonna Earp

Disclaimer: Dirk and Sampson are mine along with the plot and everything else is borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made.

Setting: Season 1 Compliant

Pairing: Dirk Shepherd/Sampson Shepherd

Rating: PG for elements

Sometimes one had to decide if love was worth dying for. It wasn’t even a question to Dirk Shepherd when he chooses Sampson first and foremost and frees the slave. This was the man who had rescued him when he’d gotten lost so many years ago. This was the man he would die beside of...

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Path Chosen

He knew the way by heart as many times as he’d made this trip. It wasn’t anything new these paths but the intent on this starry night was quite a bit unusual. He walks as quietly as possible to a safe spot and ties the two horses he was walking there before stroking one and then the other. “Hang tight fer me,” comes the low murmur, “Gonna be right back and we’ll be outta here.”

That done, he continues the rest of the way being as quiet as he could knowing that if anyone found him here at this time of night everything he’d been working so hard towards would be for naught. It seems to take forever before Dirk is slipping around the familiar barn and inside where he knew the other would be.

It’s easy to pick the lock on the manacles and he finds himself tugged close and allows a kiss before murmuring, “Let’s get outta here.”

And like that, he’d be out with the other at his side as it should be though he doesn’t feel anything in him loosen until they arrive at the horses. He makes sure his companion mounts before he does as well and they both take off using the cover of darkness to keep them safe enough. No one would be rising any time soon and by then Dirk is hoping to be almost out of reach.

There are no words spoken between them until they set up camp almost a full eight hours later. Dismounting, he finds himself pulled flush against his partner and kissed hungrily a low moan rumbling in his chest. “Let’s get everythin’ set and then we can do this properly, Sampson,” he murmurs huskily. The male gives him a look that promises everything before he works on helping to set them up for a bit. Tucked out of the way, they were almost in a completely different state’s borders by now and could relax a little bit. The horses needed water and rest and so did they.

Though sleeping is not on either of their minds when Sampson pushes him down on the bedroll and captures his mouth again. He groans against the other’s mouth pulling him closer relishing in the contact. This, this was the man he was going to spend his life with no matter what that looked like.

Sampson had been enslaved by the family Dirk had taken him from for almost ten years. They’d met five years prior when Dirk himself had wandered into the cornfield and actually got lost in the stalks. He’d been pretty amused by the male’s poor sense of direction. Dirk had been embarrassed but grateful for the rescue and the two had struck up an odd friendship that no one knew about.

At twenty Dirk had needed a friend, someone to confide in and Sampson was willing to listen and in turn had someone who taught him to read and write; things slaves were not allowed to learn. Now five years in and they had decided enough was enough and it was time to stake their own fortunes elsewhere together. While they weren’t sure of a concrete plan; they both knew they could figure it out best together.

*~*~*~*~*

Everything hurt. Everything. Coughing and choking, he can’t seem to make heads or tails of anything through the burning pain that is slow to recede and leaves him more confused and disoriented instead of less. Hell. He’d been in hell thanks to the damned man who’d shot him and Sampson.

Sampson.

He swallows as bits and pieces come back and it hurts. Everything hurts. He brings a hand up to his face and tries to focus on just breathing and getting himself calm. He had to focus. That he was here meant that the next Heir was coming into his “inheritance”. And Dirk has no intention of being a victim again. So he needed to find somewhere safe and then he needed to find his husband.

It turns out to be easier than he expects; both of the important things on his list as an abandoned homestead turns out to not be so abandoned. The figure curled up seemingly still trying to put himself back together is a familiar one. He carefully closes and locks the door before making his way over and kneeling down. Reaching and lightly putting his hand on his shoulder earns him a low, inhuman snarl and he murmurs, “Easy, ‘s just me, Sampson.” This of course has the other slowly shifting, eyes opening to first reveal demonic eyes before they slowly resume the familiar deep brown.

“D-Dirk?”

“Hiya, sweetheart’,” he greets with a smile, “Still such a troublemaker.”

Sampson shifts before reaching and tugging him down to him and Dirk lets him making himself comfortable against his body. “I’ve missed you,” comes the low tone.

“And I, you,” he returns as he nuzzles into his shoulder, “Gonna need to be very careful what with that Earp Heir out there somewhere.”

“We will,” comes the quiet promise, “No one is sendin’ either of us back to hell. Not without going first.”

“Well, here’s to hoping that won’t be necessary,” he murmurs feeling tired from what had to be an unpleasant shove upwards from down in hell’s depths. Fingers slide into his locks and he sighs softly in pleasure having missed the familiar gentle touch.

*~*~*~*~*

“Bobo Del Rey.” This was a Revenant to fear and Dirk could sense that immediately. Blue-grey eyes showing a brewing storm take in the small group he’d come upon with his own men. “I can be a very good ally or a very dangerous enemy. The choice is yours. I doubt you want to end up back in hell and I don’t, either. So do yourselves a favor and help me keep that from happening.”

He gazes at Sampson who is watching him intently, and hasn't taken his eyes off the male since he’d approached. Dirk trusts his husband’s ability to read people even now and waits. “We should go with him,” comes the low murmur, “He’ll be the best chance we have of figuring this out.”

“Sounds good to me then,” he responds. None of the others seem willing to go on faith with the scruffy male but Dirk knew that Sampson sensed something about him as he did; something promising in all of this. Both approach and he gifts them with his intense gaze. “Dirk Shepherd,” he says by way of introduction, “This is my husband, Sampson. We’d be happy to assist in any way we can.”

The male doesn’t even hesitate with an extended hand and warm smile. “Welcome then, gentlemen. Let’s try and get this settled without pissing off the Earps.”

Four Earp heirs would come and there would still be no easy answer for their curse. However, Dirk and Sampson know Bobo Del Rey is as actively looking for an answer that isn’t needless violence and death as anyone. Most are starting to get restless but not him and Sampson. They still believe his way is the best way; the only way to avoid a return trip to hell was to not antagonize the Earp heir.

Shaven sides, short up top, and a red beard, Dirk has taken up a motorcycle club with Sampson at his side to pass the time. His husband finds it quite amusing to watch him bark orders and regularly reign a bit of hell on unwary Revenants and their familiars when they get out of line. “I’m surprised they think you’re the scary one,” he rumbles one afternoon as he’s working on one of the bikes. Dirk cannot help laughing softly as he stares at the other.

“Jealous, sweetheart?” he teases, “I mean I suppose they should be lucky they don’t have to deal with you. That wouldn’t end well.” He watches the male’s lip curve into a wicked smirk.

“I suppose it’s best that they don’t then.”

Dirk chuckles softly. “Shouldn’t look so evil, darlin’. That’s just not fair.”

“Demon, remember? I’m not supposed to be anything close to fair.” His tone is low, playful knowing what those sort of expressions did to Dirk and doing it deliberately.

Dirk lets out a low, huffy laugh. “Killin’ me over here, darlin’. Just killin’ me.”

“I’ll fix that, too, when we’re done for the day.”

This makes Dirk laugh. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I know.”

#Wearp OC: Dirk Shepherd #Wearp OC: Sampson Shepherd #Dirk Shepherd Drabble #Sampson Shepherd Drabble

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ocsxinxpurgatory · 4 years

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Best Foot Forward (Introductory Drabble)

Series: Wynonna Earp

Disclaimer: Elaine, Roy, Dirk, and Sampson are mine as is the plot and everything else is borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made.

Setting: Season 1 Compliant

Pairing: None

Rating: G

On the heels of a relationship gone sour, Elaine Walker isn’t expecting much moving through one town to the next. Purgatory is not supposed to be any different. However, she finds herself more enamored than she likes when a bike shop owner gives her a chance...

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Best Foot Forward

The town being named Purgatory seemed as much a joke as she was at this point or Elaine had just passed too tired to be amused or entertained. Pulling into an open space by the hotel she can only hope that there would be a room. At this point and with how things were she’s not exactly hopeful.

Stepping for the desk, she’s met with a half-asleep receptionist who nearly jumps at her approach and stares like they’re not actually sure what they’re seeing. “Um...hello! Little late isn’t it?”

“Sorry for the early intrusion,” she responds, “Was passing through and decided I needed somewhere to sleep before I tried any further. Is there a room?”

“Well, yes, of course there is. I just...You should be careful around the outskirts of town a little thing like you. Coyotes are numerous in this part and they can be dangerous.”

She blinks slowly. “Coyotes?”

“Mmhmm. Lots of them. Mostly at night if you’re not careful. So just, you know, be careful.”

As Elaine gives her information and gets the room key, she isn’t sure why she feels like it was the wrong word to be used though she can’t quite figure what else the male might mean.

Deciding she was reading way too much into things considering her exhausted state, she’s glad to be in the small room. The decor is rustic; a tribute to it’s western roots no doubt but it’s not the worst thing she’d seen. Setting her suitcase down, she slumps onto the bed. “It’s just for a day or two,” she mumbles, “Then I’ll figure this out. That’s it. Just a day or two.”

One or two days quickly becomes a lot longer as she explores Purgatory and finds that the rustic charm holds a strange sort of welcome for her. And it soothes the parts of her that had led her to needing out of the city she was born in. A help-wanted sign catches her attention at a bike shop and desires she’d long learned to push to the side flare in her. Couldn’t hurt to ask now could it? They were probably looking for someone more qualified, someone more...masculine. But she was knowledgeable and she was not about to be talked down to. Not ever again.

It’s with this in mind that she steps into the shop letting her shoulders tighten in determination as she strolls to the counter. The man behind it straightens on her approach before greeting, “Afternoon, miss, what can I do for ya?”

“You have a sign on the door. What are you looking for exactly?” she asks without preamble meeting his gaze evenly.

His lips curve upwards at the edges. “Need someone knowledgeable ‘bout bikes and putting them together. Also with makin’ deliveries to clients.”

“Is there an application?”

There is now a definite grin on the male’s face but it’s not the usual one of condescension she’s been used to up until now. “Not an application as it goes. More like a test run. You feel up to showin’ what you can do?”

“Absolutely.”

It doesn’t take an hour before she’s given a job offer and something in her shifts into place. “Thank you,” she tells him after signing the last form.

“Ain’t nothin’ to thank me for. Job should be done by someone capable of it. And you, little lady, are capable as hell. I’d be an idiot not to hire you. Just a few precautions though; one of our biggest clients is also half owner of this place. He owns a few businesses here and there in Purgatory so we tend to stay on his good side; man by the name of Bobo Del Rey. So long as his deliveries are on time and his boys are allowed free reign to come and go and work here everything is fine.”

“So keep the boss happy, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard. I can watch myself around men.”

“Ain’t even gonna be that much of an issue there. They won’t care too much so long as you are capable and I have no doubts that you are. And if they do then Dirk or Sampson will get them under control. Those two head up one of the biker groups in town. And one does not mess with either of them if they know what’s good for them.”

“Okay, so just work around them. Gotcha. I can do that. But really, Roy, thanks for this opportunity. I really appreciate it.”

“Somehow, I think you’re gonna be the one needin’ the thankin’, little lady.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

It’s a week before she meets any of them. Walking in, she hears, “So, you hired a woman? Like you seriously…”

She watches Roy gaze at her before his lips curve and without missing a beat calls, “Afternoon, Elaine!”

“Afternoon,” she greets as she makes her way to the register, “Anything special on the agenda?”

“Oh, you know just a couple of idiots who decided to go off-roading and nearly killed themselves.”

“Ouch, someone should save the bikes from them if they’re going to be that awful.”

“Won’t lie, that’s a thought. Oh, by the way, Elaine, this is one of Del Rey’s boys. He was just leaving.”

Elaine watches the male still and look at her boss before something seems to register and he gives a rueful smile before responding, “I really didn’t mean anything by it, Roy. It’s just…”

“It’s just my shop and my rules. You want to sound like an idiot, you can do it elsewhere. You know exactly what Dirk would have said to you if…”

Elaine watches the look of horror that appears and finds it actually comical. “Please, oh god, please don’t tell him about this!”

She hides a grin as she clocks in. She’d liked Roy when he’d given her a chance, more now that he was defending her. Instead of saying anything, she just walks around the male heading for a bike she was finishing up on and resuming the work letting Roy finish the conversation. It’s not long before she hears, “That won’t happen again, I can promise you that.”

“The way he responded when you mentioned Dirk was like you were siccing Satan himself on the guy.”

“Oh no,” Roy chuckles, “That would be if I threatened to tell Del Rey but Dirk’s a scary second where they’re concerned.”

“Will I ever get a chance to meet this Dirk?”

Roy chuckles. “Oh, just you wait and you will. Him and Sampson. I, for one, cannot wait for that meeting.”

As she finishes the last few items needing to be adjusted on the current project, Elaine finds herself extremely curious for that as well. Her gaze shifts to the bikes against the wall looking like they’d been through a ringer. “How long do we have for those?”

“Oh, as long as it takes. Folks of the two who owned that are of the mind that the longer it takes the better the lesson the idiot teenagers will learn.”

“Of course it would be idiot kids,” she snorts.

“Well, at least they were wearing the proper gear so their trip to the hospital was probably short. But yeah, they can wait a few days so no rush on them.”

A moment later, the bell chimes and they both turn to see a new pair walk in. Roy chuckles as he gives them his attention. “Well, speak of the demons, I suppose. Elaine, I’d like to introduce you to Dirk and Sampson Shepherd. Dirk, Sampson, this is Elaine Walker. She’s my newest hire. So if any of the idiots come back grumpy about having nothin’ to do it’s ‘cause they’re being stupid.”

Elaine gazes at the pair who are giving her their attention instead of Roy and she’s sure it’s because they’re familiar with him. She gives a small smile before slowly rising wiping her hands on the smock she was wearing. “Pleasure to meet you, gentlemen.”

“And you,” comes the easy reply, “I’m Dirk. This is Sampson. He doesn’t take much until he gets to know you. Welcome to Purgatory, by the way, since I have a feeling you’re new to town.”

“Sort of stumbled here and decided not to leave,” she admits, “There’s...something of a charm here that I like. Not sure exactly what that charm is but it’s there. Though, I’m getting a little concerned about how often I’m warned about coyotes.”

She’s surprised by the deep, amused laugh that earns from Sampson as he gazes avidly in a different direction and Dirk rolls his eyes at him before offering, “It’s something everyone is told when they come here. Tends to keep people from doing stupid things at night and getting into trouble.”

“See, I thought that might be it but…” She is quiet for a moment, “The word seemed wrong to me. Like they meant something else but…Never mind, I’m sure I’m being silly. It was just...strange to me.”

“Purgatory is one of those places where you’ll find that strangeness is our normal,” Roy remarks.

“I mean with a name like that, I would imagine so, I suppose,” she murmurs, “Anyway, pleasure to meet you both.”

“And you,” Dirk responds with a grin before he pokes the male beside him who still seems to be very amused, “And I am sure Sampson, here, agrees.”

“Of course,” comes the low rumbled response as he slowly gazes at her, eyes intense, “But do take care of yourself, little miss.”

“That’s the game plan.”

#Wearp OC: Elaine Walker #Elaine Walker Drabble

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