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Fix You Up - Castiel

Castiel x Child!Reader

Prompt: Cas crash lands in the backyard of a small girl named Y/N. His wings are bruised and cut. Somehow Y/N is able to see them and decides the only way to fix him up is with a good ol’ fashioned round of doctor.

This is probably gonna be REALLY cute so lets go!


The night was peaceful, calm. The soft hum of cicadas filing the forest air. A slight breeze whisked though the trees eternally, like that mild wind would keep up, forever rustling the trees.

Everything was almost suspended in a painting, the dark blues and greens blurred together in a photographed vision of peace among the earth.

And sitting there inside her bedroom was a little girl. Her bright E/C eyes sparkled with a fascinated innocence as she gazed up at the star speckled night sky. A smile was pasted onto her lips as the slowly moving stars captivated her entire existence.

And then, as if on cue, one star began moving quite a bit faster than the other ones.

She gasped. A shooting star! The H/C haired girl scrunched her eyes closed as she murmured a wish inside her head.

‘I really wish that I could have a friend! Pretty please?’

When she opened her eyes it startled her to see that the star wasn’t going away. It was getting bigger…

Her body was frozen in place as the bright white star appeared more red, a bit like a fire in her mind.

With a loud bashing sound that hurt her ears, the star crashed into her backyard.

She yipped like a startled fox, what was that!? The girl crouched down, her little eyes peaking over the windowsill to see the crater.

A few seconds later, almost routinely, a figure seemingly emerged from the rubble.

The girl gazed back up at the moon, briefly whispering a thank you before sprinting down the wooden steps, grabbing her flowery robe and throwing the door open.

By this time the figure had fully separated from the rubble and began shaking off the dirt that clung to his weakened frame.

“E-Excuse me!?” She chirped, her eyes fully drawn to the massive, towering wings that were attached to his shoulder blades, seemingly phasing through the trenchcoat he wore.

He looked at Y/N oddly, his head cocked to the side like a cat.

“Are you an angel?” He seemed a bit taken aback by this, momentarily wondering how she could have concluded this fact. You know, other than the fact he just crashed into her yard.

He paused, “Yes…”

She didn’t make any move of shock or understanding, only kept on glancing at his wings. In the pale moonlight she could see where the muscle at the top was scratched and some feathers had fallen out.

Y/N pointed to the tops of his majestic wings, “How did that happen?”

The man’s brows furrowed until he concluded that she must be able to see his wings. She must be an angel’s vessel… And a powerful one at that. He suspected that her blood was suited to Violiel. She even slightly resembled her when she was a fledgling.

“…I think that it’s better you don’t know about that” He murmured, his teeth clenching slightly at the pain brought with their crooked angle. Shaking his wings lightly, the dirt was shaken off the folding of his feathers.

The girl shrugged, walking closer to inspect the damage.

“They’re very fluffy… Does your cut hurt?” He looked at the young creation of his father with adoration. With all the things that he had done wrong… This was certainly his most redeeming creation.

“I suppose it does, yes” Almost instantly, she grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the house.

Her house looked fortunately spared from the wreckage his fall caused. It was true that he was expelled by the angel warding and he needed to return to the fray but for now… He supposed that it wouldn’t be too terrible if he laid low for a night.

“I can fix it! Just you wait!” She said with a cheer.

His sky blue eyes flickered with adoration for the small human, “What is your name?”

“Me? I’m Y/N. What’s your name, angel?” She had pushed aside the front door and beckoned for him to follow her. He folded in his wings to fit and shuffled in after her.

“…Castiel”

Y/N scrunched up her nose, “Cas… Cassiel?”

He shook his head, “Cas-ti-el”

“Cas…ti…el. Castiel… That’s such a pretty name!” The innocent figure had led Castiel into the living room and let go of his hand to rummage around a small box in the corner.

“Aha!” He leaned to the side in order to see what she had brought out.

It was a small plastic container with a red cross on the front. She opened the box and grabbed a handful of packets.

“Sit, sit! I can help!” Y/N grinned at the mere concept of being able to help someone else.

Ripping open the paper packet she revealed a large Dora the Explorer band-aid that she eagerly wrapped around the cuts that fit. Amusement drew a small smile from the stoic angel as she tried her absolute hardest to decorate his damaged wings with bright pink and blue band-aids. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that his wings wouldn’t heal this way.

“Thank you Y/N, it feels much better now” He was finally grasping the concept of why a human would lie in this instance. It made her look so incredibly happy.

With a childish laugh she burrowed her face into the blackish blue shimmer of his feathers, chuckling as she murmured how fluffy and soft they were. “Like a cloud” She mumbled.

It was a truly amazing sight to see, such a pure white soul. So absent of what the casual person would maintain. Her soul was so entirely bright that it practically illuminated the dimly lit living room.

Oh how the world would change poor, innocent Y/N.

But for this one instant, Castiel was pleased to have met the small girl with the bright blue band aids.


So yeah! That was my very first Child!Reader and I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed writing that! Thank you so much for the ask! 

Wet Dream - Jeremy Gilbert Smut

“I’m not getting in.” I crossed my arms, looking away from a half naked Jeremy. It was almost a half hour past midnight and I would’ve fallen back asleep comfortably in my sweat and pathetic attempt at peace had he not knocked on my door and persuaded me to come downstairs and JUMP A FENCE to swim in the pool. I’m not some kind of saint but who wouldn’t rather be sleeping?


“Come on!” He whispered, his teeth chattering as he smiled widely. “It’s perfect.” He lolled his head back as I rubbed my hands over my face.


I felt the dew on the blades of grass under my feet and the mild wind blowing at me. The sky also wasn’t completely dark somehow. It was a dark shade of navy blue with stars and clouds and the occasional airplane making it’s way through, so far away.


I couldn’t imagine my life without Jeremy now. It felt like he was always there even if he just showed up out of the blue three years prior and forced his way into the best friend gap in my heart.


He understood me and I figured I might as well be his slave forever because he helped me so much and my other friends still believed he was a bad person for almost choking me to death that ONE time.


“Helloooo?” Jeremy said, his arms wading in the water, the moons reflection in the ripples.


“What did you say?” I asked, clearing my throat. I could see the beads of water on his shoulders, some of his hair in his eyes.


“I said please like fifteen times.” He said. I sighed, taking off my shirt.


I would be at work the day after, probably with baggy eyes and more caffeine than usual but there would be something more to have in my diary and our memories.


“Oh-hohoho! Now we’re talking.” Jeremy lowered his face further underwater, his nose barely above the surface.


I swam to him, his hand already extended for me. I kicked my legs to stay afloat as our fingers entwined.


“I was having a dream,” he said. Our eyes met and my breath got caught in my throat. “You were in it, it felt so vivid, I woke up and I had to see you.” He said, his lips so close to the water that he blubbered at times.


“Simply riveting.” I put my hand on his freckled shoulder and he smiled, rolling his eyes.


“You’re such a jerk!” He splashed water in my face, swimming away before I could react. I screamed, wiping my face and paddled closer so I could splash him back.


“Come back here, chump!” I giggled as I tried grabbing onto one of his limbs. I finally caught up to him in the shallow part of the pool and he was laughing at me.


Is he a damn Olympian, or what? I swam next to him, letting my pants become regular breaths. I looked at his face again, a drop of water falling off his nose as he glanced back at me.

“What was your dream about, Jeremy?” I grabbed his hand again. The pads of his fingers were pruned and I laughed.


He started to lean in and I almost gasped. Before I knew it our lips were touching and my mouth fell open as his lips traced mine. My hand traveled up out of the water, holding onto his arm.


He shuffled closer to me, pressing me against the concrete side of the pool, his body molding a great match into mine.


“Jer.” I watched the sky hazily with half lidded eyes as he moved warm kisses down the side of my neck.


“I apologize.” He whispered, his face too near and dear for me to catch a breath. “But my dream was about you… just like this.” He started, his hands reaching behind my back so that he could unclasp my bra. His mouth dipped down as his hands traveled to my ass. My eyes fluttered as he lifted me up so that he could envelope one of my nipples in his mouth, pressing his tongue against me.


My eyes flickered awake when I felt his bulge shift against me. I swallowed.


“Was this in your dream?” I whispered, boldly snaking my hand into his boxers and grabbing his dick. He groaned, pulling his mouth away from me. “Do we dare have sex in this very pool?” I asked.


“I don’t see why not.” He replied, his voice deeper. I grabbed onto the wall as he pulled my bottoms away from me, pulling my legs tickilishly towards him, a big geeky smile on his face.


I struggled with his shorts underwater, frowning at the strings tying it together. “What, did you square knot this or something, boy scout?” I pulled at the strings in frustration.


“Relax, sweetheart.” He stifled a laugh, reaching down to do it himself. “I knew your bird brains would catch up soon.” He joked, naked before me then.


He hid his nose in my neck as he held me carefully against the wall, pushing in me, his hand guiding himself in. My breath stopped and I tried looking in between our warm bodies.


“Perfect.” I muttered, my eyes falling closed as I let out a choked moan. It was perfect, although he was quite sizeable in a way that definitely made the experience a little painful.


He let out sighs as he pulled me toward him easily, eyebrows clenched in concentration. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my pants going straight into his ear.


I almost screamed as he hit a sensitive spot. I grasped his shoulders as he continued stroking the spot barely. I frowned, digging my nails in him as an orgasm built inside me.


I couldn’t breath and every few seconds an exasperated gasp would escape me for forgetting how to intake oxygen. I bucked my legs in the water, trying desperately to get off.


My stomach flared up in a frenzy and I melted, letting go and gushing as I let out a long moan in his ear. He grunted on my shoulder, my heaving chest pressed right against his.


I fell limp in his strong arms, my legs weakly wrapping around him.


“You get brownie points for that one, scout.” I muttered, leaning against his shoulder.

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Loch Katrine Boat House by Scotland’s Mountains
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Film of day : youtu.be/5kxYu_5slJE Another weekend of forecast high winds, mild air and driving rain made us reconsider a plan to find a possible winter route (would’ve been struggling!) so we decided on something a little different. With the Easter break coming up I wanted to check out the path around the northern shores of Loch Katrine. Bike loaded the night before (with some effort – darn Presta valve on front tyre ;)) and we had a leisurely start of 10.30. The forecast had actually improved overnight – suggesting a dry day – it was wrong and the forecast from a few days before came to deluge us… A heavy drizzle soaked us as we headed along the loch. However just as we reached the boathouse, it broke and we had 15 minutes of dryness which we took advantage of to take some photos… The rain soon returned and thoughts went to the possibility of catching the boat back!! However we persevered as we soon saw Stronachlachan across the water- it looked close – it wasn’t!! The Loch twisted to the North West and a good bit of cycling was still required! The dilemma now was whether to have a brew at Stronachlachan or continue onto our initial destination – The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond… We decided to carry on. The mist and rain continued but as we descended down to Inversnaid some brightness in the sky suggested we may have made the correct decision. A memory from a by gone youth and a night in an old boat house as a 13 year old saw us investigate and travel a short distance along the iconic West Highland way… A newer boat house now stood on a secluded bay (or so I am told!). A cracking spot for a spot of lunch The clouds started to part and lifted above some of the lower peaks of the Arrochar Alps across the water. Cars sped up the busy A82, but less than a kilometre away but we were experiencing wilderness (well it felt like it!) on a private beach in the Trossachs ;) Coffee and bananas had and I led the way back to Inversnaid leaving my companion a little time to reminisce on a night in childhood in the old boat house. I waited at Inversnaid… and waited … and waited a little longer…. Eventually he emerged pushing the bike and waving over…. HIS BIKE HAD A FLAT – DISASTER! This was the furthest point from home!! However a foam inserting canister came to the rescue and worked very effectively… We headed back up the steep pull to Arklet and enjoyed a fine cycle back along Katrine to the car… A great day out 

My Revenge Lies Bleeding

Ai pulled himself out of the water and onto a rock, shivering at the biting wind blowing across his skin. He smiled, turning his gaze upward toward the setting sun.

He hadn’t been able to escape his chores at home before now, but he was glad he’d been able to make it to his favourite hiding place in time to catch some of the sun’s warmth. Ai stretched out across the sun-warmed rock, his tail still half submerged in the calm water and closed his eyes, enjoying the languid heat against his skin. His skin dried quickly, the wind turning into a mild breeze to whisper a song into his ear, accompanied by the rhythmic sloshing of waves. The day’s stresses fell away, rolling off of him like droplets of water and ran into the rough rock below him where they condensed into nothing.

Ai was nearly asleep by the time he noticed the approaching ship. It was almost too late for him to escape from sight and only through pure coincidence that he even noticed at all. Shouts from it rang out during a lull in the wind, finally alerting him to its presence.

He immediately leapt off the rock and dived underwater, a reaction everyone of the merfolk learned when they were children.

Never go close to the surface. Never go on land. And most importantly, never let the humans see you.

Obviously, Ai hadn’t quite listened to the first two. But it was the third one he had been forced to learn the necessity of out of own experience.

Ai’s heart hammered in his chest as he watched the ship come closer from where he hid behind his rock, eyes narrowing at the sails billowing in the wind. The ship was close enough now that he was able to make out some of the humans scurrying across it, talking loudly and laughing. But there was one in particular who caught his eye. A human with too familiar, vibrant red hair. Ai knew that, if he got close enough, he would see red eyes and, if the human opened his mouth in a scream, sharp teeth would greet him.

Ai went stiff and numb all over, his skin prickling as white-hot heat filled his head and ran down his spine.

You.

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