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who I write for: marvel characters, SPN: Dean, Sam, Castiel, TO: Elijah, Klaus and Kol Hawaii 5-0: Steve and Danny Suits: Harvey Specter and Mike Ross
what I write: fluff • angst • possibly smut depending on the prompt • female reader • blurbs • headcannons • one-shots • series • best friend’s dad • friends with benefits • from enemies to lovers
I love that the modern-day tumblr post equivalent of chain emails only requires me to reblog a relatively pleasant image instead of forward an email to a bunch of my friends and family members to quell my raging anxiety.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS : female reader x dean winchester • female reader x platonic! sam winchester
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE SERIES / masterlist of the series
She’s been stuck in this town for a year. A whole year of creatures roaming at night in search of a human stupid enough to go out. There was no way out. All the inhabitants tried to flee at some point but the road always drew them back to the dinner. Yet, she’s still holding onto the hope of getting out and the two men who arrived in a 1967 Impala might be her only chance.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE CHAPTER
With new information about the creatures, the group of survivors can devise a plan.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ WARNINGS .ᐟ.ᐟ : none
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CHAPTER FOUR: SLEEPING BEAUTIES
In a normal world, exploring a cave would be a thrilling adventure. Yet, at this particular moment, all she felt was the blood pulsing through her veins and her heart pounding. She went inside first, without even thinking about the dangers she would expose herself to. She wanted to show Dean that she was as brave as he was.
"I can't see shit," she hears him mutter.
They are now in the middle of a tunnel. The air is damp, and the smell is foul. It feels like a dead animal is rotting in between these walls.
"Can you pass me the light?" she asks as shivers overtake her body. It's damn cold in here. She wonders if the creatures felt temperature changes. Do they have the same physical anatomy?
Dean nods and passes her the light. As they advance, Boyd and Sam engage in a conversation, exchanging their impressions of the creatures and the town. Hypotheses fly, from alien-like creatures to humans with superpowers.
The other brother, though, is much more silent. The only words that leave his mouth are small comments about the putrid smell. He's not the talking type, she guesses.
Her right foot stumbles over something hard. She points the light on the unknown thing. It takes a minute for her eyes to comprehend what it was.
She lets out a scream, her hand immediately covering her mouth.
"Shhhhh," reprimands her Dean, but when he sees the thing, he understands.
A body lays in the dirt, its head ripped off.
"Sam, there's a body."
Boyd rushes over and bends down. He inspects the clothes, his eyebrows frowned and his lips pursed. "It's not one of the resident," he announces with a sense of relief. "It could be someone who didn't make it to the town in time," he guesses.
Sam stands by his side. "Does it happen often? I mean, the arrivals."
"There's no pattern," she answers. "We tried to make one, but it's just random."
"How long between the arrivals in general?" Dean inquires.
"At least every two weeks," Boyd responds.
She is surrounded by darkness. Everywhere she looks, she can only make out the shadows of the three men. However, she perceives every sound echoing through the cave system. She notices a particular one. A sort of rumbling. She points the flashlight to a small indistinct figure.
"We need to go," she exclaims in a rush, grabbing Dean's sleeve and Boyd's jacket. Sam glances at the shadow, hesitating between flight or fight. "C'mon," she hurriedly whispers, picking up the pace.
She almost trips on a rock, but fortunately, Dean holds her waist down. His strong hands are firmly planted on her sides as if he were afraid she'd fall again. Perhaps he's right. She's too anxious to think properly and to watch her step. If they die, she's at fault. She pushed everyone to explore the cave, without even thinking about the dire consequences of such an act. What if a creature emerged out of nowhere? What if other monsters live down there? Who knows what went on at night in the forest.
Once back above ground, Boyd stares at the entrance of the cave.
"Something followed us," he declares.
"And that something was a creature," Sam adds, "Sharp teeth and yellow eyes. It probably heard us."
"Yet it didn't come out," Dean remarks. "Night creatures, those bastards. At least we know what to do next."
"And what's that?" She frowns.
"Torch those motherfuckers," he shrugs as though it is normal to set things on fire.
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS: female reader x klaus mikaelson ( apparition of caroline at the end )
⋆⭒˚.⋆ CONTENT: fluff, family vibes, a little bit of angst if you squint
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY: Klaus receives the visit of an ex-lover
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author’s note: sorry for the delay, I’ve been snowed under work at uni.
Hope giggled as you drew little butterflies on Klaus’s face. He had agreed to participate in what should have been an artistic activity. You had decided to teach Hope how to use colorimetry to draw, what better way than to use makeup? At first, the girl listened very carefully to your instructions and did her best. However, at some point, she decided to go off the rails. She had drawn a mustache on your upper lip before you could even protest. And that’s how Klaus found himself on a chair with his face transformed into a canvas.
"That’s enough, I think," he said trying to stand up but Hope shook her head.
"I haven’t practiced enough, Daddy. I need to if you want me to paint landscapes."
You smiled at their interaction. A few years ago, all of this would have been impossible to imagine. Yet, he was a great dad. An amazing dad who would do anything for his little girl, including suffering the assaults of a wet brush.
"You little mink," he muttered. "Be quick, I’ve got things to do with your mother."
Every time you heard the word "mother" coming out of his mouth, you felt a rush of warmth. It had taken little time for Hope to grow accustomed to your presence and to consider you as a parental figure. Hayley did not mind for one bit. It meant that the little girl was loved and cared for.
"Mom, tell him to be patient. It’s not his strongest suit," she playfully laughed. She dipped the brush in red and began to paint his eyelid. "Very pretty," she whispered with a mischievous smile.
The doorbell rang, which made you raise an eyebrow. You weren’t expecting anyone. Elijah had gone out to purchase a new piano and Rebekah was travelling the state in search of a vacation home.
"Who’s that?" you asked when Klaus appeared uneasy. He had probably picked up on the identity of their guest with his super-hearing powers. Being human had its downsides, sometimes.
He stood up, his hand wiping the paint off his face. "No one," he declared. "Please, continue without me. I’ll be back as soon as possible."
You bit your lip. You didn’t like it when he acted so secretive. Hope immediately threw herself on you, declaring that you were the new guinea pig she’d test her mixes on. You found an excuse to quickly run to the bathroom in hopes of catching the mysterious guest. It was no other than Caroline, the woman Klaus had fallen for just before you. The woman who managed to soften him a little.
You knew you had nothing to fear. After everything that he had gone through, Klaus would not betray you. However, you felt insecure in her presence. She had everything, even pieces of his heart. You splashed cold water on your face, hoping it’d distract your mind from all of this.
"Now’s not the time," you heard Klaus exhale loudly. With this, the front door slammed shut. In the nick of time, he was by your side, a faint smile on his lips.
You dried your hands on the towel and rushed to the living room, your boyfriend tailing behind. "Hope, it’s time to clean up this mess. Go fetch the supplies, please," he then turned to you. "You’ve got nothing to worry about, darling. She’s a thing of the past. I sent her packing, truthfully." This made your heart race. His fingers brushed your hand. "I only want you. You’re my family."
Reader has been around Klaus’ family (hope is a young teen) for a year or so (maybe she helps get rid of the hollow?) and hope looks up to her. Klaus falls in love with her, but she doesn’t know. Caroline comes to NOLA to tell Klaus she finally realizes she loves him. Can be angst but Klaus ends up rejecting Caroline for reader?
⋆⭒˚.⋆ CONTENT: fluff, sweet harvey, a shocked mike ross
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY: mike never expected harvey to date someone, least of all to be this… relaxed.
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Mike Ross thought of Harvey as an old grumpy man who lived for his career. He was glad to be his associate, truly. Harvey had offered him a lifetime of opportunities. He could pay his rent without getting into shady business. However, his boss could be a bitch. And that's why Mike was now biking on this icy road with snowflakes hitting his face. He wanted to yell swears after swears but his lips felt so dry.
As he arrived near the apartment complex, he felt a rush of hope. Hope that Harvey will not ask him anything again. After all, Mike had spent two days working on filing documents and studying court appeals for their new case, whilst Harvey was enjoying work from his sofa. Winter was not his favorite season and he refused to step outside when snow covered the streets.
"I'm here to see Mr Specter," he said to the receptionist, hands full of papers. He was pretty sure that his fingers were frozen to death. Amputation was the way to go. Louis would never stop snickering if Mike came back with bandages.
"I'll let him know that you're coming up, sir."
"Thanks."
Inside the glass elevator, he rehearsed his grand speech. He was no houseboy. He was to be treated like a human being, and not a robot. He too had to eat and sleep.
He did not expect to find Harvey on his terrace putting a carrot onto a snowman's face.
"Love, your associate's here," you announced. "You look frozen dear, please have a seat. I'll prepare a cup of tea," you said, pointing to a cozy sofa.
Harvey rolled his eyes. "You're late, Mike." He closed the patio door and got rid of the snow on his jogging.
"And you're...." Mike could not believe his eyes. Harvey dating. Harvey having fun. Harvey dressing... casual? "I had to put on an all-nighter and try biking with this snow, it's hell."
"You're still late."
You sighed, grabbing the teapot whistling on the stove. "Don't be such a meanie, I'm sure he did his best. Besides, it's not like you really needed this. It's your day off."
"Well, I'm giving him a lesson. It's a teachable moment. The hustle never stops."
"Sugar?" you asked, pouring hot water inside a dog-shaped mug. You completely ignored your boyfriend‘s comment. He could be a jerk with his underlings, though you understood why. From what he told you about Mike, the kid needed structure.
"Yes, please." He turned to his boss, eying the man with curiosity. The brunette seemed relaxed. Unusually relaxed.
Harvey’s hand almost immediately found yours. You squeezed it. "Well, Mike… nice… thank… great job." Mike sure liked the influence you had on the man.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS : female reader x dean winchester • female reader x platonic! sam winchester
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE SERIES / masterlist of the series
She’s been stuck in this town for a year. A whole year of creatures roaming at night in search of a human stupid enough to go out. There was no way out. All the inhabitants tried to flee at some point but the road always drew them back to the dinner. Yet, she’s still holding onto the hope of getting out and the two men who arrived in a 1967 Impala might be her only chance.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE CHAPTER
A discovery is made in the forest.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ WARNINGS .ᐟ.ᐟ : mentions of madness
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CHAPTER THREE: inside the forest
She almost sprints to Kenny's house, feeling a weird sense of dread invading her mind. When she arrives, her nose is hit with aromas of citrus and oranges. Boyd is pacing in the kitchen and Kenny is visibly upset.
"What's going on?" she asks, an eyebrow raised.
Jade, who is holding a cup of coffee, quickly explains the issue. "Boyd wants to explore the forest and camp out there at night. Kenny is opposed to this idea. I think it's a bold move, the creatures won't see it coming."
She sighs. She can see why Boyd's so intent on going there. That's where he found the talisman. It holds mysteries. However, to what extent do they want to learn the truth about this town? What horrors will they find there?
"Is a tent even strong enough to prevent those monsters to enter?" she considers the possibility of a creature ripping apart the fabric of the tent on the very first night of Boyd's expedition.
Boyd stops pacing and looks up at her. "I believe it has walls, though made of plastic, so it'll work. We can't know this for sure, just like we didn't believe in the talismans at first."
"It's not the right time," snaps Kenny. "We've got newcomers, we need stability."
"They seem to be handling things pretty well," she butts in. Kenny shoots her a look. "Why not start with a small perimeter? Each day, you go further. Once you know the surroundings, you can perhaps stay for a night."
Perhaps he could find shelter inside a cabin or some sort of tree house. After all, people had built this town and Victor survived hiding in a tree trunk. Everything was possible.
"We could put the newbies to use. They're not scaredy cats like Jade," she continues. Dean and Sam would contribute to the town because she does not expect blondie to be the gardener type and Sam looks like he'd tell her the latin name of every plant.
"Uncalled for," Jade whines.
Kenny sighs loudly. "I'll come too."
Boyd shakes his head. "No, the town needs a sheriff."
"I'll come," she volunteers.
Kenny's head spin almost immediately in her direction. "I thought you hated this forest. You never go inside."
Well, it is true. She feels goosebumps whenever she looks at the thousands of trees hiding secrets. However, she wants to see if Dean and Sam find something. They are a pair of fresh eyes and they are unfazed by the eeriness. It's like they encounter monsters on the daily basis.
Boyd "Might be good, actually. You've got a good sense of direction."
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Dean and Sam take no more than a second to agree. They actually seem excited to explore the forest, and she's clearly perplexed. Dean is whistling as he packs a small backpack with several knives.
"How many of them do you have? This is creepy, hell, it's troubling."
He adds salt inside the backpack. She raises an eyebrow. "We hunt, so we're equipped."
"'And you plan to hunt French fries?" she laughs as he rolls his eyes.
He zips up the bag and puts it on his shoulder. "It could be useful," he shrugs.
"How so?"
"D'you always have that many questions?" She's getting on his nerves and she absolutely loves him.
"Ready?" Sam yells from the staircase.
She's only got a fanny pack, a gift from her grandmother who still believes it's a fashion statement. She's put a granola bar inside, in addition to a talisman and a first-aid kit.
Outside, Boyd and Sam get in a conversation about the town's location whilst she and Dean walk in silence, a few feet behind. An awkward silence.
"So... what do you hunt?"
"Still on that, huh?" His eyes wander to the vegetation. It flourishes, as though unaffected by the creatures' blood thirst.
"Well, I'm just trying to bond with you."
"Animals, this kind of stuff. Now, can we focus?"
He's so secretive. She wants to crawl inside his brain and learn all about him. His body language shows that he's prepared to fight. His hand rests on the knife hanging from his belt. He scans the surroundings every ten seconds.
It doesn't take much time to reach the place where Boyd found the talisman a year ago. From there, they decide to follow a path. Every once in a while, Sam engraves a cross on a tree. He's like a Little Thumbling.
As she walks, she notices a shape in between sequoias. "What's that?" she asks, her heart ready to jump out of her chest. It looks like the entrance of something. A cave, she determines as she approaches it. "Could it be....?"
"Their hideout? Possibly," Boyd answers. He bends over the little entrance. "This is some discovery. Do either of you have a flashlight?"
Dean nods and takes out one from this backpack. However, he goes to inspect the cave by himself. "I don't see shit. It's small but someone could certainly fit inside."
This discovery could boost morale for everyone. If they could find where the creatures slept, they could perhaps find a way to kill them. It has never been done before. "Can we fit inside?" She's feeling bold, perhaps because she wants to prove something to the cocky asshole in front of her.
"Well, depends on the build. You would, I guess," Dean answers with vague optimism. "Those fuckers most certainly could. I see traces of mud."
"It's dangerous," Sam argues. "We don't know what's waiting for him on the other side. I don't like this, Dean."
"Sammy, c'mon. They come out at night so they probably sleep during the day. They're just a bunch of vampires."
"You two should stop watching Dracula," Boyd laughs. "I agree with Sam, we should investigate carefully."
"It's an opportunity we can't pass on. It's narrow but we can still make a quick escape. Besides, Dean's got enough knives for all of us."
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY: instead of going back home to see your family, you decide to spend Christmas with Klaus in New Orleans.
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This year, there would be no snow and no mountain view. Staying in New Orleans meant being far away from your family and the little traditions established over the years. No hot chocolate in front of Home Alone on Christmas Eve. And no battle of snowman in the yard with your cousins.
While you should have been saddened by this perspective, you were ecstatic to spend the holidays with your boyfriend, though he was no fan of Santa Claus.
"Love, he does not exist," he kept repeating whenever you mentioned the white-bearded man whose role was to hand out presents to kids all over the world.
"Sadly. Bloodsuckers exist, but not a man who loves gifting," you sighed every single time with a little smirk.
"He's paler than me," he retorted, his brush furiously landing on the canvas.
Dating a vampire was sometimes awkward. He had lived a thousand lives, experienced droughts, famines, and plagues. He had seen Empires crumble. And yet, he remained spiteful over your love for an old fictional man.
He did do his best to make this holiday as special as possible. He bought a tree and dozens of garlands and bulbs. He went as far as building a village on the counter, sprinkling fake snow over the little characters.
This afternoon, you decided to bake a trifle with all of his favorite ingredients. It was your way to thank him for behaving like a normal human being and not a centuries-old creature.
"Love," he called out from the front door. "I've got new pâtisseries," he continued with a hint of French accent. "Chocolate-filled beignets, a millefeuille, and the best for last, a bûche of Christmas."
You grimaced, your hands covered in mustard. He had gone out to buy black pepper for your seasoning, not desserts. He was so impulsive with his money. He'd splurge on wine, fancy chocolates, and caviar.
"Oh." He dropped the box of desserts on the counter and bit his lip. "I didn't know you'd bake."
Your face reddened. "Well, I wanted to surprise you."
"And so did I," he laughed out loud. Little dimples popped out on the side of his cheeks. If only he could be happy like that forever. Free of worries, of fear, and hatred.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS : female reader x dean winchester • female reader x platonic! sam winchester
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE SERIES / masterlist of the series
She’s been stuck in this town for a year. A whole year of creatures roaming at night in search of a human stupid enough to go out. There was no way out. All the inhabitants tried to flee at some point but the road always drew them back to the dinner. Yet, she’s still holding onto the hope of getting out and the two men who arrived in a 1967 Impala might be her only chance.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE CHAPTER
The first night in town is always rough but the newbies seem more intrigued than scared. She wonders whether it is the first time they come across monsters.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ WARNINGS .ᐟ.ᐟ : mentions of madness?
author's note : you can be added if you want to! Also, it's a slow chapter because I need to set up the universe before the action gets more intense.
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CHAPTER TWO: first night, first doubts
Every night, she has a routine. She never goes against it. First, she locks all the doors and windows. Then, she places the talisman above the door. This way, she knows that they cannot come in. Next, she covers up all the windows with old sheets found in the basement. It's not a matter of protection but of sanity. Whenever she sees one of them, she internally freaks out. They look disturbingly too human for her liking. That's also how they trap people. Sometimes, they put on a show, acting hurt or needing companionship. Some will be insensitive to this, others will fall for it.
Once everything task is completed, she makes herself a cup of hot cocoa and goes upstairs to her bedroom where she'll spend an hour reading a thriller novel. Sleep does not come easy. She always fears one will be smart enough to find a way in. At around midnight, she'll fall asleep but never fully. Her mind enters a nightmarish world where all her dearest friends die, one by one.
This time, she's got two disruptive elements to her routine. Dean camps out in the living room, his eyes glancing at the darkness outside and the weird creatures roaming. As for Sam, he's eager to help and follows her around. She already likes him.
"How does the talisman work?" asks Sam, an eyebrow raised. His fingers barely touch it, as if he were afraid to disarm its magical proprieties.
Her eyes linger on the symbols engraved on the rock. She knows their strokes by heart. She remembers a bold woman, called Sadie. She had strongly believed that carving the symbols on her body would suffice to keep the creatures away from her as she tried to escape from the forest. The next day, Jade and Boyd had found her body, or whatever was left of it, in the pasture.
"No one truly knows. It needs to be hanged above the front door to be effective. Boyd once survived in a car with this. Somehow, if all the doors and windows are closed, they cannot come in. That's my only source of comfort if you wanna know. Without this talisman, we'd all be dead by now."
She has no true explanation to give. It's all a mystery, so far. No one knows anything. They come up with theories but there's never an answer.
Dean's head bends a little. He's looking directly at the red-headed man.
"Don't mind this one, he's the biggest piece of shit I've ever encountered," she says.
He lets out a little laugh. "Given his weird-ass smile, I get it. He seems pretty curious to see newcomers, though."
She sighs, "he probably thinks that new food has arrived." The red-head creature is a constant in her nightmares. He's the one slashing Kenny's throat and ripping Jade's heart from his ribcage.
"He's not the weirdest thing I've seen." Dean shuts the blinds abruptly, his head shaking.
She wonders what he meant by that. They don't seem scared, and it's practically impossible to be calm on the first night. She's never seen newcomers accept the situation with this much tranquility and peace of mind. They should be pacing around the house, shoulders trembling and tears dripping down.
"How about a card game? To take our minds off all of this," suggests Sam. He takes out a small pack of cards from his pocket.
She nods. They sit around the kitchen table. President is the game she used to play with her grandpa. It reminds her of his house, a small trailer parked in a pasture. Real estate developers tried many times to buy out this plot of land, yet her grandpa never budged. It was his land. She remembers the crickets and the humming of the birds every morning. Here, they don't have this. Animals stay silent. She barely sees birds.
Dean wins the first round. He's quite good at this game, and he becomes incredibly cocky. "Perhaps we should stop here, for your own sake, Sam."
"Says the man who cried when his favorite singer," mocks the brunette. "I'd say your luck is running out".
It's been so long since she felt a sense of normalcy. Seeing the two brothers argue and snicker at each other's answers brings warmth to this house that often feels lifeless.
"I've got a question," says the blond out of the blue. "Where do they go when the sun sets?"
She bites her lip. Boyd's goal was to explore the forest and find their hideout. It's never been done so far because of the multiple disruptions: newcomers, deaths, fights between drunkards at Jesse's bar.
"Victor, one of the oldest inhabitants, thinks that they live in caves deep under the ground. It does make sense."
"Like vampires," he laughs a little bit too heartily.
"If only," she sighs. Vampires bite you in the neck. They don't tear your limbs and rip out organs.
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Breakfast at the diner equals homemade pancakes and generous drizzles of maple syrup. Dean's eyes almost came out when he saw the stack of pancakes. He's now indulging in the sweetness of blueberries grown by his roommate.
"It's pretty insane that fruits can grow here, one could think that the earth was cursed, too," says Sam.
"Gardening's our only activity. We plant new seeds every week to ensure we get food all year round. Donna's always improving the communal garden up at the Colony house."
Jade comes by the table, his hands full with his notebook where he scribbles the same symbol over and over. He's gone a little mad, recently. He sees things. He hears things.
"We need you to…." he sizes up the newcomers, not knowing whether to trust them or not. "To come after breakfast. Boyd's got an idea but Kenny's against it. They want a fresh set of eyes."
"I'll be there in a minute. You look terrible, though. Is Kenny keeping you up all night?" She giggles. Jade rolls his eyes but a small grin replaces his constant frown.
"Living with him is torture enough," he counters, stealing a pancake from her plate.
Dean stares at the music box on the table, and then at Jade's silhouette walking down the street.
"Are they all… disturbed like this?"
"This town messes with your mind. I can't count the number of people who've gone mad. Hell, I almost did."
"I didn't peg you for the weak type." Coming from Dean, this is probably a sort of twisted praise.
She stands up and straightens her skirt. She's not weak. None of them are. It's this town. It changes you. It makes you vulnerable. "We're not alone and that's our strength."
⋆⭒˚.⋆ CONTENT: vampires, mention of a possible attack, a little bit of fluff
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY: one night in New Orleans, you cross paths with a mysterious man and learn that vampires exist.
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Midnight strolls became your source of serenity. Maybe it was because of the way New Orleans transformed at night. Music filled the streets and aromas of spices infused the air. You walked past a couple making out on a bench, their bodies incredibly close. At night, people lost all sense of dignity. You couldn’t count how many people you witnessed behave like complete animals. It became a running joke with your best friend. Each week, you’d meet and exchange odd anecdotes. One time, she saw a man pee from the top of a tree into a glass bottle. Weirdly, he managed to fill it without wasting a drop on the pavement.
This time, you decided to stroll through the French Quarter. Lights sparkled and laughter erupted from bars and restaurants. Everyone knew it was the place to go. The place where you could drink endlessly, dance all night long until your legs gave out, and meet a cute boy to take home. You descended into
Someone moved past you in a brisk. A breath brushed your neck. You turned and saw a figure disappear inside a narrow alley. Perplexed, your eyes narrowed on a dark shadow. Was it a bat? A cat? You felt watched. Before you could even scream, hands covered your mouth.
"Don’t talk, darling. Someone’s been stalking you."
The voice was deep and held a hint of danger. You stood still, eyebrows furrowed. You tried to get out a few words, but the hand prevented any sound from escaping your lips. The man tossed you around. Your vision was blurred, you had moved from the French Quarter to a spot near the water.
"You should be more careful, darling. Some people have wicked intentions."
You focused on the man with a British accent with short curls and a wide smile. "Who are you? What happened?" Words rushed out of your mouth. Your breathing was erratic.
"A vampire almost made you his next meal," he said with a shrug, almost as if it were normal.
You were on a bench overlooking the Mississippi. The stranger was handsome. Such a shame he was a creep.
"There’s no such thing as vampires," you laughed, rolling your eyes. "I think you drank too much." Monsters did not exist. Your grandmother was a firm believer in the world of supernatural beings. She thought that UFOs had already colonized the planet and that witches performed spells to keep humans unaware of their existence.
He remained utterly silent. His steps were fast. Way too fast to be from a human being. His incisives changed into pointed daggers and his eyes turned yellow.
"What…" Your heartbeat picked up. This was a dream, a nasty dream. Vampires were old tales from Eastern Europe.
His eyes narrowed on your neck. He cleared his throat, painfully aware of your blood pulsing through your veins. “It’s risky to go out so late, ans alone, darling."
Before you could reply, he vanished. You scanned the surroundings, looking for him — a stranger who apparently saved you from a swift and painful death. You felt drawn to him. He oozed charism, even though he could have killed you with his sharp teeth.
Biting your lip, you wondered if he was still here, somehow hidden in the shadows. What you didn't know was that a year ago, his gaze randomly stopped on you. He was on his balcony, admiring the view, something he rarely appreciates. You were walking along the river, humming to the tune of a Ray Charles’ song. You looked deliciously sweet. And for the first time, he did not feel the need to feist on you.
From that point forward, every once in a while, he’d follow you and make sure you reached home unharmed. He knew how aggressive Marcel’s vampires could become during tourist season.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS: female reader x bf! dean winchester
⋆⭒˚.⋆ CONTENT: fluff, allusions to sex
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｡𖦹°‧ dean’s pretty bad at being the boyfriend type, at first. he’s not the lovey-dovey type, his life as a hunter takes up most of his time and he has a tendency to flirt with every woman he crosses paths with.
｡𖦹°‧ your relationship started out as casual sex. throughout the months, he grows accustomed to your presence, to the point that he no longer seeks out other women. he continues to flirt but never with the intent to take them home, or rather, to a shitty motel.
｡𖦹°‧ of course, he doesn’t tell you that things have changed on his side. you still believe that he sees you as a friend. all of that until he sees you with another man. and damn, his eyes turn dark green and he feels sick to his stomach. who is he, what is he to you?
｡𖦹°‧ the next day, he avoids you like the plague. he doesn’t want to be told you’re seeing someone and getting serious. he spends the whole day simmering with anger on the couch, a beer in hand. he ignores your texts and calls.
｡𖦹°‧ you’re confused as to why he’s blowing you off. your date ended terribly. it was meant to take your mind off dean, but this failed spectacularly when you realized the man had no snark or sarcasm in him. he was boring you to death so you sneaked out through the bathroom window.
｡𖦹°‧ tired of being left on seen, you show up on his doorstep. and before he can fully open the door, you do something out of character and pretty insane. you kiss him, and what a surprise, dean’s lips move against yours and his arms go around your waist.
｡𖦹°‧ he never officially asked you to be his girlfriend, and neither did you. he may not he the most romantic man out there, but he does his best to be what you need. sometimes he brings over takeout when you get too burnt out by your work to cook. he repairs your car whenever you encounter even the smallest problem. he draws you a bath when you’re on your period and your uterus commits literal murder.
｡𖦹°‧ his favorite nicknames are ‘princess’ and ‘love’.
｡𖦹°‧ when you two are alone, he’s clingy. you cannot even get out of bed to pee, he’s trailing behind you, lips turned into a pout, and arms extended to trap you between his arms.
｡𖦹°‧ he’s also a big tease. even when sam’s here, he doesn’t refrain from grabbing your ass. he has probably forever scarred sam with his sexual innuendos at diner time.
｡𖦹°‧ he’s so caring. maybe it comes from his years raising sam, or his need to protect and save. but he’s always making sure that you’re safe. he brings salt over your house and gets you a knife, just in case a demon decides to attack. he teaches you how to shoot.
｡𖦹°‧ you take random car trips just to spend time together. he could drive for hours if it meant having you by his side. he loves listening to your little rants about politics or the drama between two divorced actors from Hollywood.
｡𖦹°‧ one thing he knows for sure: he wants you to be in his life forever. he cannot imagine growing old without your little comments about his possible receding hair.
Reader has been around Klaus’ family (hope is a young teen) for a year or so (maybe she helps get rid of the hollow?) and hope looks up to her. Klaus falls in love with her, but she doesn’t know. Caroline comes to NOLA to tell Klaus she finally realizes she loves him. Can be angst but Klaus ends up rejecting Caroline for reader?
⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS : female reader x dean winchester • female reader x platonic! sam winchester
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE SERIES
She’s been stuck in this town for a year. A whole year of creatures roaming at night in search of a human stupid enough to go out. There was no way out. All the inhabitants tried to flee at some point but the road always drew them back to the dinner. Yet, she’s still holding onto the hope of getting out and the two men who arrived in a 1967 Impala might be her only chance.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE CHAPTER / chapter two
Newcomers arrive in town, and she’s not exactly thrilled. The grumpy one, called Dean, is nothing but a jerk.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ WARNINGS .ᐟ.ᐟ : mentions of blood, death and detailed description of a monster attack.
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CHAPTER ONE: A car, a jogger and one mysterious symbol
She is jogging down the road, her eyes closed and her fists tight. Well, at this pace, it’s more as if she were running away from immediate danger. Her feet hit the pavement in quick strides. Running, it’s all that keeps her sane in this town. Life has been hard for the past year. It’s draining to always be on alert. She loathes those vile creatures. They roam at night, hunting down humans who are stupid enough to step foot outside. The only thing keeping them away from people were locked doors and windows. And a talisman. This was Boyd’s greatest finding. Sheriff, a job he never sought. Yet, it is his true calling. He represents order in this nightmarish town. She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice the Impala speeding in her direction.
An echo of a honk brings her back to earth.
"What’s wrong with you?" yells a man from the window of a splendid car.
"You alright?" asks another man, with a much sweeter tone and a raised eyebrow.
She frowns. New people arrive, completely unaware of how much their lives will change. For the worst. Nothing will ever be the same. They’ll never know true peace. Or the absence of fear.
"You should find the sheriff," she advised. What else could she say? You’ll never get out, no matter how long you keep driving on this road. Somehow, you’ll always come back here. Stuck. Forever and ever. Once you see the fallen tree, it’s the start of a new reality. One full of monsters with sharp teeth and claws.
"We can’t seem to find our way out," explains the brown-haired guy.
"Find a guy named Boyd, he’ll tell you everything you need to know. I don’t have time for this." She quickly turns around and resumes her morning routine.
"Wait, what are you talking about?"
"Find Boyd, our sheriff. Or Donna, she’s up in the house we call sanctuary."
They’ll probably think Boyd and Donna are insane and deserve to be locked in an asylum. Newbies always reject the truth. Stubborn, they insist on finding a way out, on going out. Most will quickly back away once the creatures come out of the forest. They may look like humans but they are not. Ruthless and sadistic, they relish in killing. It is how they feed and how they entertain themselves.
She leaves them in the middle of the street, without another word. When push comes to shove, they'll get it. And they'll be thankful.
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She wouldn't call her house a safe place, but it's as close as it will get to this. The decor is all retro. In a way, the town never left the fifties. From the tapestries to the furniture, everything reminded her of an old movie her Ma would watch whilst assembling a puzzle.
On her first day in this hell, Donna explained that all newcomers faced a choice: the Colony house, considered more festive and high-risk as over 20 people share it, or a house on the main street. It all depends on the balance between deaths and arrivals, though. When it was time for her to choose, two houses were free of residents — a tragedy turned into an opportunity. One on the edge of the town, near the forest, and one in front of the Diner. She immediately chose the one closest to civilization. A charming two-bedroom and one-bath with a small yard that allows for a vegetable garden to grow and feed some of the residents.
She jumps into the shower. Some days the water is too hot to even breathe in the room, others she can’t even dip her toe without freezing to death. The water system remains a mystery. No one knows how it works, or where the water comes from. Kenny, a friend of hers and the sheriff’s deputy, has a theory: supernatural things happen in this town and an entity is trying to help them.
She puts on a dress and a pair of sandals, the lone reminders of her past life. She brushes aside the memories of her Ma baking cornbread and humming to the tunes of Aretha Franklin’s hits.
The front door opens. She recognizes the familiar creak of its wood on the linoleum. "Y/n? Are you here? " Kenny’s voice echoed through the house.
She answers with a smile on her lips. "Comin’, I’m getting ready to help out your mother to serve lunch."
"Well forget about lunch, I’ve got guests to introduce."
She rolls her eyes. She already knows the guests in question. Two men, one that appears to be the Grinch and one sweetheart with long brown hair. She’s got a bad feeling. If they got around to the idea of being trapped and faced the dilemma of where to live….
Kenny’s smile is fake. "Meet your new roommates," he announced with a grimace. That’s no good news, and he knows it.
"You?" The grumpy one said with an eyebrow furrowed.
"Nice to see you, Mr Fast Driver. Next time, be careful. I don’t wanna die on the side of the road."
He shrugged, scanning the house. "You were jogging in the middle of the road, technically you were looking for it. Not my fault."
"Dean, c’mon. Now’s not the time for useless arguments. Sorry, he hasn’t eaten in a long while and he’s getting a bit cranky. I’m Sam, and this is my brother, Dean."
She nods. "You'll like our food, 100% veggie and organic, Mr Cranky. "We eat at the diner, most " She turns to face Kenny, whose face is contorsonied by his laughter. "Do they know everything?"
"Yes, they took it... well. No tears, no shouts. I could get used to this much cooperation from the start," he exhales.
"That's not the weirdest thing we've heard, believe me," replied Sam, his fingers tracing the small drawings on the tapestry.
Those drawings belonged to former residents, a family that became obsessed with a symbol they claimed to have seen in their dreams. Every time she glances at the symbols, a shiver runs down her back. Over time, the father sank into madness, convinced his family was possessed by the creatures. One starry night, he opened the door. A grave mistake. Instantly, dozens of creatures amassed under the porch. One of them, a redhead according to a witness of the event, slashed his throat. The creatures then went up the stairs and massacred the entire family. Cries and bellows echoed through the town but no one dared to look out their windows. The next morning, their bodies were found on the side of the street — disfigured and dismembered.
Kenny clears his throat. He knows all too well how much this tapestry creeps you out. You've had nightmares so many times that he's used to sleeping on the floor next to you. "My mother's bringing new sheets and quilts for their beds."
"Alright, let me show you the bedroom. You'll have to share, sorry for that."
Dean and Sam exchange a quick look and begin to walk up the stairs, following their new roommate. "There are two beds, a window, and one closet. If you need more space, you'll find a small room next to mine. It's just empty shelves. Feel free to use them."
Mr Jerk grunts whilst Sam smiles apologetically. "Thank you, we appreciate y'all's kindness."
"I'll leave you to it. Lunch's served in 30 minutes inside the diner."
As soon as she leaves, whispers flow in the room. All that she hears is a name, Castiel, and the mention of a notebook. A notebook filled with monsters, if her ears don't deceive her. The floor creaks and she rushes downstairs. These two seem awfully too serene. There's something wrong. And she wants to know what.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS: female reader x bf! sam winchester
⋆⭒˚.⋆ CONTENT: fluff, allusions to sex
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｡𖦹°‧ he met you on a hunt when he stumbled inside a small bookshop in a narrow street with colored facades.
｡𖦹°‧ he instantly felt drawn to you. you greeted him with a wide smile. he was only here to buy a rare book on satanic rituals. you might have thought ‘damn, why is this handsome man interested in creepy things?’ but he seemed sweet and kind, so you engages in a conversation.
｡𖦹°‧little did you know, he came back a week later, with a few scratches. you two talked for hours about literature, cinema, and all the things your mind came up with.
｡𖦹°‧ it wasn’t until a whole month after he met you that he asked you out. without dean’s help — or rather, threats, that he took the plunge.
｡𖦹°‧ your relationship progressed slowly. from coffee shop dates to picnics. he never dared to take you home with him or to go to yours. he was always afraid that something bad would happen to you. he kept his love life a secret from his brother and bobby.
｡𖦹°‧ he absolutely loved reading sessions in the library. you’d share your impressions and exchange quotes.
｡𖦹°‧ after the six-month mark, you began to question his behavior. it drew you apart for a week until he finally introduced you to dean and bobby. he told you he was a hunter but never specified of what.
｡𖦹°‧ from then on, you became a regular visitor of the bunker.
｡𖦹°‧ he had you leave a change of clothes and a toothbrush for practicality, but deep down he wanted you to stay. in your presence, he felt serene.
｡𖦹°‧ his favorite thing was to grab you from behind and kiss you with all his might. it reminded him that you were real, not just a hallucination.
｡𖦹°‧ he’s a little spoon whenever the hunts wear him down. however, when he’s feeling protective, he’s a big spoon.
｡𖦹°‧ his passion is stealing your chapstick and spraying your perfume on his pillowcase. dean makes fun of this, but deep down he’s happy to see his young brother get settled.
｡𖦹°‧ you talk about the future at night, lying on the bed and contemplating the stars. he imagines buying an old house and renovating it. you add a dog to the picture, which he isn’t opposed to.
｡𖦹°‧ he leaves t-shirts at your place whenever he has to go away for a couple of days. he always calls you at night to make sure that you’re alright and to hear about your day.
｡𖦹°‧ he opens up to you about his childhood and you do your best to comfort him. your words feel so comforting
｡𖦹°‧ when you take a shower, expect him to follow you. it almost always turns into a makeout session. and dean always complains about the steam and cold water.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS: female reader × Castiel + the winchester brothers
⋆⭒˚.⋆ CONTENT: fluff
⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY : Castiel has fallen in love with you but he does not realize it.
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Prompt : I was wondering if you could write Castiel x reader , the angel being completly unaware that he is smitten with the reader and thinks he’s potentially ill or that she’s practicing witchcraft 😂 Just pure fluff bonus points If dean helps set him up with the reader
author's note: thanks you @drowninghell for the request! Hope you’ll enjoy it.
Castiel quickly glanced at your angelic form in the backseat of Dean's car. When the Winchester brothers called for his help, they did not say that you'd be tagging along. He was now stuck with you. A mere human, with no power or self-defense skills. A human that he'd hate to see dead, somehow.
As you played with the hem of your sweatshirt and chewed on your lip, Castiel felt a weird feeling in his thoracic cage. A sort of explosion that he could no longer bear. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead. Was he falling sick? He did not know of any angel who fell sick with a human disease. He touched his forehead. No fever.
"Alright, demon’s dead and Sam’s got an arm to patch up. I think we did great," announced Dean, emerging from the dilapidated barn on the side of the winding road. "You don’t look…. normal." He squinted at Castiel’s trembling silhouette.
"You do look like a sick Victorian child," added Sam, holding his right arm close to his chest. Blood drops were spattered on his denim.
Castiel ignored both comments. His attention returned to you. You had fallen asleep. Your cheeks were rosy from the heat and your eyes fluttered once in a while. So fragile. Innocent. All these words came to his mind whenever he thought of you.
"Stop staring. You look like a creep, dude." Dean patted his back, with such force that the angel was propulsed forward.
"I was not staring."
"You were. Damn it, you’re supposed to be smart, given your age. How can you not realize what’s happening?" The man appeared exasperated by his friend’s total lack of awareness. Angels acted as if they were superior beings, but in the end, they had no clue what to do when they felt a tiny bit of emotion.
You represented a problem. An issue he couldn't fix. The more he tried to forget you, the more you haunted his mind. Perhaps he was not falling sick. Perhaps, he was falling in love. Something no angel had ever experienced.
"Want a tip?"
The angel shook his head, pushing Dean to roll his eyes and exhale loudly.
"You’re smitten, dude. You’ve got those lovesick eyes whenever you look at her. You always come flying when she calls you. You get her food when she’s on her period. That’s not friend behavior if you want my opinion."
"Cas?"
As soon as he heard you, he rushed to the car.
"D’you think I’d be unreasonable if I asked you to teleport to a bakery on the other side of the world? I’m so craving a French croissant." You batted your eyes, knowing that this was over the top.
The angel nodded.
"Really?"
Again, he nodded. However, before he left for France to steal a croissant from a random bakery in a crowded street, he planted a kiss on your cheek. Taken aback, you held out your hand to grab his coat, but he was gone in the blink of an eye.
