NovaFics

Supernatural:

Sam Winchester:

- Save me 

- Spinning Out

Dean Winchester:

- Trust me

- Sick Puppy

- Storm

- Secrets

- Patching Up

- Winter Blue’s

- Missing

Castiel:

- Tech Angel

Marauders:

James Potter - None Yet

Remus Lupin:

- Gone Missing

- Help

Sirius Black:

- Fear

The Boys:

Soldier boy - None Yet

Avengers:

Natasha Romanoff:

- Exhaustion

Wanda Maximoff:

- Jealousy 

Wandanat:

- I’ll come back to you

- Cuddles

- Taken Pt 1

@kykyromanoff

Here it is, sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy :)

Wandanat x Reader

Warnings: Talks of death and loss.

Summary: As you seemed to slip away Wanda and Natasha do everything to try and save you.

Word Count: 609

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Author Note: Sorry this took so long, Hope you enjoy :)

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It's so Peaceful, there is no pain, no negativity, no fear, however through the tranquillity flowing through you there is something missing, better yet there are 2 someone’s missing. The Peaceful feeling is telling you to go, to be at peace but it feels wrong. You aren't meant to go yet, it can't be how it ends for you, and this can't be how you leave Wanda and Natasha, you need them and they need you.

After Wanda and Nat had found you and you seemed to slip away both women were sent into a frenzy of fear and denial, you couldnt be gone, they had found you and you needed to be ok so that you all could go home and be happy again.

“Come on baby, please!” Wanda screamed as she cupped your face in her hands and watched and felt your pulse slowly start to fade. “Come on, we have to go Wanda now” Natasha urged, she wasn't going to sit there and let you die in her arms, she was going to try everything in her power to get you back in time to survive. As you lay limp in Nat’s arms both women were furiously sprinting back to the Jet willing you to hold on just that little bit longer.

Luckily they had managed to reach the jet with no enemy interruptions however it was becoming increasingly clear that you didn't have long left. Your once youthful, glowing face that was filled with warmth was now bloodied and cold and your body that was always running circles around both Wanda and Nat now lied still, perfectly unmoving.

On the journey back Wanda and Natasha were doing everything they could do to treat you, they sutured your wounds the best they could and sat there with you, holding onto you, praying that you wouldn't leave them.

“Oh sweetheart we know you're tired and hurt but we need you to hold on for us, ok?. We can’t imagine our lives without you in it, without your hugs, or your laugh, or the way that you smile, just you, we can't live without you baby” Natasha was whispering all of this in your ear, willing you to just hold on for a few more minutes. Both women were on either side of you, holding onto you with tears streaming down their faces.

Once the jet landed the empty jet was soon filled up with the entire medical team, everyone desperate to save you. You were quickly whisked away by the doctors with Wanda and Natasha following behind never leaving your side. They both held onto each other begging to anyone that would listen that you would be ok, they needed you to be ok.

After what felt like a lifetime they were allowed to come and see you. As they walked into the room they were immediately by your side, holding your hands and wiping your hair out of your face, you looked so peaceful.

As both women sat at your bedside they were quickly stunned into alertness as they witnessed your eyes start to flutter open and life come back to your face. “Oh baby, thank god” At seeing you awake again wanda let out a breath that she had been holding the entire time, you were ok, you weren't leaving them.

Wandanat x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping/Torture/Talk of dying/angst

Summary: When [Y/N] is taken and tortured can Wanda and Natasha get her back?

Word Count: 740

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You don't know what happened, one minute you were successfully completing your mission and the next you were waking up with your head throbbing in a cold and dark cell with your wrists and ankles restrained keeping you glued to the floor.

You weren't alone on your mission, you were accompanied by your two girlfriends Wanda and Natasha, it was supposed to be a quick recon mission with you all splitting up and trying to find out everything you could. It was all going great, you had all found out so much useful information and were all on your way back to the jet.

 It felt like only a moment ago you could hear your girlfriends laughing and joking through the comms all counting down the seconds until you could all snuggle up in your shared bed soaking up all the love you all could get, however now you were here; cold, alone and hurting. Your once slow throbbing in your head had now turned into a loud banging feeling like your head was going to explode with all the pain coursing through it. Your captors had also been very vicious with your restraints, the heavy metal slowly but surely piercing through the flesh of your wrists and ankles with the blood from them slowly accumulating underneath you.

It wasn't long before you could hear your captors approaching your cell, the heavy metal door swinging open with a loud bang as they entered. You realised as they approached that they were hydra soldiers, the exact ones that you were getting recon on and by the looks on their faces they were going to enjoy whatever they had in store for you.

At your comms abruptly cutting off both Wanda and Natasha were sent into a worried frenzy, no longer were they thinking about getting home, they were now only focused on one thing and that was getting you back. 

“Oh my god Wanda there's so much blood” when hearing Natashas fearful voice she had managed to catch up and catch a glimpse of what Nat had been looking at, a pool of blood, your blood, lying on the floor where you had been taken. “Hey, hey look at me, we're going to get her back!” with this statement she pulled Nat into her arms before they both set off following the steady trail of blood leading them to where you are.

Slowly but surely you were losing hope, it's not that you didn't have faith that Wanda and Natasha would find you, you were just unsure of how long you could hold on. You had lost count of how many hours you had been tortured for. It felt like every second you were being hurt in some way, you had been beaten, burned, cut and had just been stabbed in the thigh. Knowing that you were losing blood and fast should have been enough for you to jump into action and to try and hold as much pressure as you could to stop the bleeding however you were so tired. You were no longer fighting or screaming or doing anything, you simply were lying on the cold concrete floor. Your body was freezing, exhausted and was crying out for sleep. You knew you should stay awake but it was becoming so hard, all you wanted was your girls.

As you were drifting in and out of consciousness you could faintly hear a commotion in the hall, there was screaming and fighting and your only hope was for Wanda and Natasha to walk through the door. Luckily for you your hopes came true as only moments later the door was thrown open and your girls were standing in front of you.

Not long after the door had been open and your injured form came into view your restraints were released and your body was scooped up into the arms of Natasha. “Oh baby, we're here now, we're so sorry” As you looked up you could see tears in her eyes. “Just stay awake for us sweetheart, we're gonna get you out of here” Hearing this you slowly turned your head and caught sight of Wanda who was slowly stroking your bloodied hair out of your face. 

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapped reader/talks of torture/talks of death.

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped and it's up to Dean to get to you in time before it's too late.

Word Count: 1.6k

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You shouldn't have done it, you knew that, but all you could think about was the smile on Dean’s face when he found out you bought him his favourite pie. Dean was currently away on a hunt with Sam and from what you had heard from both Sam keeping you informed and Dean’s complaining it wasn't going too well which is why you broke the ‘don’t leave the bunker alone rule’. From the tone in Dean’s voice that morning over the phone you could just tell that this hunt had taken its toll, not only were both boys coming back with some injuries but every place that they had stopped never had any pies which was to Dean, in his own words, a “travesty”. 

All you wanted to do was to make him happy, that’s all that mattered to you, just the smile that graced his face was enough to make you jump for joy. It was just supposed to be a quick trip there and back, no stopping, however as you left the store and were putting the keys into the door of your car you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head and you were out, dropping to the floor with a thud and leaving you unconscious for your attacker to easily drag away while your belongings laid on the floor along with Dean’s pie that you had so carefully picked out.

As you woke up you found yourself strung up in a cell. The floors were covered in both dried and wet blood, something that could only mean a bad time for you was in store. You could tell that the back of you head was still bleeding from the continuous drip of the blood running down your back, your hands were raised so far above your head that your feet only just reached the floor on your tiptoes which meant all of your weight was being supported by your wrists which at this moment felt like they were about to break from the force being applied to them.

In the distance you could hear screaming, not from just one person, no, from many. You felt like you were in a torture chamber waiting for your turn, which as you heard the footsteps closely approaching meant that you didnt have to wait long.

Ever since your disappearance it didn't take long for Dean to realise you were missing, you always called him to make sure he was having a safe journey back and so when you didn't call he went to the worst case scenario and tracked your car. You knew that Dean had installed a tracker in your car as he asked for your permission to do so, just so that he could have that extra precaution to make sure you were safe.

After seeing your deserted car and your stuff strone across the pavement both Sam and Dean knew that you had been taken. Upon further investigation they had also found sulphur along with your things, which led Sam and Dean straight for you. They knew exactly who had you, it was a rogue demon that they had encountered on their last hunt who at being forced away from what he was up to was so angry with the two he left a threat for them both so that made him the obvious culprit in this situation.

It had been around 10 hours now since you were taken, those boots you heard echoing throughout the halls was indeed a warning sign for your inevitable pain and not long after hearing those sounds the demon that took you started to torture you taking all of his anger at Sam and Dean out at you. At this point your whole body felt numb. Your once excruciating wrists now felt as if they weren't there. The numerous cuts and slashes across your body that once felt like burning all over had made your body run cold. You knew that it would all go from bad to worse when you got cold, that meant that you didn't have much time left as first you go cold, then you die.

Luckily for you Dean was on his way, they had finally managed to find the place you were being held and while Sam managed to exorcise the demon their last task was to find you before it was too late. It felt like an eternity before they found your cell and upon entering found you still strung up, covered in your own blood and perfectly still. You weren't frightened or crying, no, you weren't doing anything at all.

The sight in front of Dean made his blood run cold, he couldn't lose you, not you, never you. To him you were his saving grace and you meant everything to him. Sam had managed to loosen the chains around your wrists while Dean caught you on your way to collapsing onto a heap on the floor. “Baby?” his voice was a whisper at this point, scared that you weren't going to answer him ever again. 

“Baby, I'm here, please open your pretty eyes for me, please!” The desperation in his voice was one that even Sam himself had never heard before. As Dean continued to cradle you in his arms with tears falling in steady streams down his face he was sure you were dead, your one warm skin was ice cold and he could feel his heart breaking inside of him as he stroked your cheeks. 

Before his heart could shatter entirely however he watched as your eyes slowly started to open and your hands weakly started to hold on to him, desperate for him to never let you go.

“Oh my god sweetheart, you’re ok, You’re ok!!!” he had to repeat that you were ok a few more times before he could believe it himself. “Yeah i'm here baby, im here” you replied trying desperately to snuggle closer to him trying your hardest to bask in his warmth. 

Wandanat x Reader

Warnings: sickfic/worry

Summary: With Wanda and Natasha returning from a mission you tried to hide just how sick you felt.

Word Count: 733

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It was finally Friday, you had been waiting for today for what felt like ages. The reason for you being so excited was because both Wanda and Natasha were getting back from their mission today and you had been so down with being alone away from them that they had promised you a date when they returned and today was finally the day!

Unfortunately you awoke with what felt like 100 tonnes of concrete weighing your body down. Your throat felt like you were swallowing glass and the only way you could describe the headache you currently had was that it felt like it was getting crushed by the hulk.

Despite how bad you felt there was no way that you were going to miss out on a date with your girls, you were just going to have to hide it. That being better said than done. 

You currently had 30 minutes until Wanda and Natasha would be back so you had 30 minutes to make it look like you weren't feeling like a walking corpse.

You had decided on a simple yet nice outfit for their return a pair of your nicest jeans and your warmest, cutest white jumper. Getting dressed had surprisingly taken more energy than you had guessed as now you not only were swaying on your feet, you were struggling to hold yourself up.

After applying the quickest makeup that you have ever done you slowly made your way to the kitchen where you heard the two women talking. Hearing their voices for a moment made all of your worries fade away, you were no longer focusing on the warmth seeping out of your skin or the banging of your head, you were focused on the two most important people in your life.

“Hey baby, oh god i missed you so much!” Not long after walking into the kitchen you were engulfed by Wanda’s strong frame, inhaling her perfume that you loved oh so much. “Ok my turn” not long after that hug you were spun around into the other love of your life. 

“I missed you guys so much, i cant believe your back” as much as you tried to hold in your emotions the ball in your throat and the tears stinging your eyes slowly won as the tears made their way down your face as you looked into Wanda and Nats eyes.

“sweetheart don't cry, we're here now” as Wanda said this she brought your face into the palms of her hands while simultaneously becoming worried at the heat radiating from you.

“Oh god Natasha feel her head she’s burning up” at the sudden worry coming from Wanda you jumped back forgetting that you were trying to hide how bad you truly felt, all you wanted was to be with your girls. 

As you jumped back however your last bit of strength also went, sending you almost collapsing to the ground had it not been for Natasha’s quick reflexes catching you before you could. “Woah it’s ok, I've got you darling, why didn't you tell us you were sick?” She questioned while picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared room with Wanda walking next to the two of you with her hand not leaving your’s.

“I didn't want to ruin our date, I just wanted to be with you two, i missed you both so much” At your confession you couldn't help but start to softly cry. With you now laying in the middle of the bed with Wanda and Natsha on either side they could now see just how weak and sick you were.

“Baby, we don't need to go on a date to spend time with each other” with that statement and Wanda’s hands running through your hair it had you calming down bit by bit. “What do you say you let us take care of you sweetheart, that and you can have all the cuddles your heart desires” you didn't even have to spend any time debating Nat’s deal you knew what you wanted and that was Wanda and Natasha and close as you could possibly have them.

Wandanat X Reader

Warnings: Talk of torture/Nightmare/Comfort

Summary: When the reader is plagued by nightmares her girls are there to chase them away.

Word Count: 765

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It was Cold, not just a little chill, no, it was the kind of cold that seeped into every fibre of your being. Your fingers felt as if they could break off any second, and your face, oh god your face, it felt like thousands of needles were piercing you over and over again. It had gotten to the point that you couldn't feel anything but pain. You were back in the place that you prayed every day that you wouldn't return to, the place that Wanda and Natasha had promised you that you would never see again, a hydra holding cell.

Before you had met Wanda and Natasha you were being held captive by Hydra, you were starved, tortured and beaten for what felt like every second of every day of eternity. That was before Wanda and Natasha had stumbled upon you on one of their missions and promised you that you were now safe. From there you formed more than a friendly bond with the two, you loved them with every part of your being, you never felt more at home than when you were surrounded by the love and care of your girlfriends. 

Yet here you now were back in the same holding cell that they had found you in all those years ago. What was odd was that you were still wearing the exact same clothes that you were wearing before Wanda and Natasha had found you, the same colour, the same cuts in the clothes and the same blood stains, That's when you realised you were in a nightmare, an awful, bone chilling nightmare that had made your blood run cold and run like ice through your veins. You could hear the hydra agents coming down the corridor, their heavy boots echoing throughout the compound, the sign you knew every time to let you know that more pain was on the way for you. 

You were chained to the floor, just like before, you couldn't move, you were sat there helpless. You pulled and pulled at the chains on your wrists and ankles while at the same time begging yourself to wake up. At this point the agents grew closer and closer and you had tears falling helplessly down your face “wake up! Please, why can't i wake up!” you shouted helplessly, sobbing for what felt like an eternity.

 The guards had finally reached your cell door, the metal door flying open with a massive bang, you saw the same agent's face as he inched closer to you, the grin on his face the exact same. As you sat there helplessly you curled into a ball sobbing and begging yourself to wake up. 

The longer you stayed curled up the more you realised no harm was coming to you, you weren't being beaten or hurt and the more you came to your senses you released the clothes you were wearing were different. Instead of the torn and bloodstain clothes you once wore you now were wearing Natasha’s sweatpants and Wanda’s hoodie, you knew even with your eyes clothes as the clothes smelled like both girl's immediately giving you comfort. The hard, cold concrete floor you were once curled up on now resembled a cloud as you realised you were back in your bed and the more you tried to focus the more you could hear two distinct voices speaking to you.

“Were right here baby, you're ok” that was Wanda, you knew straight away, both from the sound of her voice and from the way she soothingly stroked your hair away from your face. “Come on sweetheart, open your pretty eyes for us” that voice came from Natasha, she was currently stroking your back waiting for you to realise you were ok, you were back here with your girlfriends.

Slowly but surely you began to unfurl yourself and open your eyes. “There we go darling, your alright, we have you baby, and we're not ever gonna let you go”. 

As Wanda stroked the tears away from your face and Natasha held you close you felt the fear slowly going away and being replaced by the comfort of both women.

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Warnings: Jealous reader/self doubt

Summary: Reader gets jealous over a guy flirting with Wanda

Word Count: 401

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You shouldnt be jealous, you knew this, but as you stared on you couldn't help but look on helplessly as you watched as a man flirted with Wanda, every smile and laugh he brought out of her made your blood run cold and hurt pang across your chest.

You had no reason to believe that wanda would trade you for him, she adored you, but in this moment you wallowed in your despair and the ‘what if’s’ that floated throughout your head.

“What’s wrong, they ran out of your favourite pizza at the snack table?” Tony was of course trying to joke with you but one look at your face and he knew you weren't in a jokey mood, that along with you constantly sneaking glances at wanda made him realise the truth. “Ohhhhh you're jealous” he spoke with that jokey tone he always used. You loved toney you really did but in this moment you really wished he chose to annoy someone else.

With you being distracted by Tony’s constant jabs at you being jealous you failed to realise a certain witch was approaching you both. “Who’s jealous?” hearing her voice right next to yours send surprise through you making you immediately start to spit out excuses “what, who, nobody, nobody's jealous i don't know what your on about” this of course didn't get overlooked by Wanda as she now took in your flushed appearance and rosy cheeks.

“Ohh is this about todd? Is my baby jealous?” she was obviously teasing you, seeing you so caught off guard and red in the face made her think you were even more adorable than she already thought you were. “If it makes you feel better i have been trying to get out of that conversation for ages, he just wouldn't stop i had to fake laugh every few minutes” hearing that definitely perked you up. “Really?” you asked the feelings of jealousy that coursed through your veins not moments ago now completely gone, the only thing you were focused on now was Wanda holding you close.

Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Warnings: Overworking/worry/comfort

Summary: An exhausted reader doesn't realise just how much time has passed and its up to Nat to help you realise.

Word Count: 631

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You knew you should stop and take a break but at this point in time stopping wasn't an option to you. You had been up working non stop since Natasha got sent on her mission, that was a week ago and today was the day she was coming home. You in your exhausted fever like haze however could not recognise the time that had passed, all you could focus on was getting the work done.

In your exhausted state not only did you not recognise all the time that had passed but you also didn't recognise when Natasha returned.

For Natasha on the other hand she had been worried sick the entire week, there had been no calls and no texts from you. Even though she usually couldn't reply on missions you always sent one or two texts to make sure she knew you missed her and couldn't wait for her to return home to you. Not hearing from you at all was the first problem. The next was when she finally returned to your shared quarters and you were nowhere to be seen. All the lights were off, the living room untouched and nothing moved in the kitchen, not even a mug, nothing.

As Natasha ventured further she could hear the incessant typing of your laptop, she knew you were having problems finishing your work, nothing was ever good enough for you to turn in, so you worked and worked until Nat stepped in, this time she was away and so there was no one around to tell you to take a break or even get a glass of water.

Slowly opening the bedroom door she caught sight of your hunched over figure, your face being illuminated by your laptop and you were surrounded by countless coffee cups and breakfast bars. 

“Baby?” as she spoke out it became more and more obvious just how stuck you were, not only did you not hear her you didn't see her approaching either, it was only when she calmly grasped your shoulder and spun your chair to face her did you realise she was here with you, she was home.

In order to gain your full attention Natasha crouched in front of you and held your face in your hands. “Oh God sweetheart, you look awful” it was pretty obvious that you hadn't realised how far you had gone. Your once bright and lively complexion was now dull and clouded by your need for sleep, the dark circles under your eyes a dead give away.

“When did you get here, it hasn't been a week” you sputtered out, now completely freaked out by the time jump, in a now desperate need to see the time and date you scrambled to look at the date on your computer which when found proved her right, it had indeed been a week and to you it felt like nothing.

“Oh god im so sorry natty” you exclaimed with tears in your eyes, you had once promised Natasha that something like this wouldn't happen. A while ago she had caught on to your bad habit of overworking yourself and in a bid to calm her down you had promised to never let it get this bad.

“Hey, hey it's ok! I'm here now shhh” now in her arms you realised just how tired you were, Your eyes stung and all your limbs felt like they were now made out of stone, the only thing keeping you up was her.

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: sickfic

Summary: you were currently getting over a nasty cold, or were you?

Word Count: 608

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It was currently deep into the winter season for you and the boys hence you decided to stay behind for this particular hunt. It wasn't that you weren't capable of hunting in the cold however with you getting over a particularly nasty cold you weren't given the choice because in Dean’s words “if you think im letting you go and get yourself more sick sweetheart you have another thing coming”. 

Even though you were pretty bummed you were missing out on the hunt you couldn't help but feel thankful for Dean’s overprotectiveness as the cold you thought you were getting over was coming back full force.

 At this moment in time you were curled up on your and Dean’s shared bed wearing one of his flannels and trying your hardest to not let your current fever best you. 

You had thought that you were getting better which was obviously not true as you currently felt worse than you had felt the entire time. Your nose was constantly running with your throat feeling like you swallowed razor blades and the fever wracking your body was certainly not helping.

As the minutes slowly tickled by you got worse and worse, the slow rhythmic pulsing in your head was now an enormous excruciating pain you couldn't shake, as tears slowly started to make their way down your cheeks you decided the best thing you could do was to call Dean.

One thing you didn't think of however was that your phone was on the other side of the room. Deciding that you couldn't stand the pain a minute longer you slowly hauled yourself up from the bed, your movements slow and shaky. As you tried to take the first few steps you knew this wasn't going to be an easy task, black dots plagued your visions and the shaking in your body increased tenfold. 

You had almost managed to get to your phone when the blackness in your vision worsened, feeling scared that you wouldn't make it quick enough. You used the last of your energy to make the last step to your phone and grab it as you fell to the floor.

Right now it felt like time was working against you as you quickly started to lose more and more energy, luckily for you you had managed to click on Dean’s contact before you lost consciousness.

About 30 minutes later you started to rouse, no longer were you lying on the cold concrete floor though you felt the ache in your body not only from the fall but from the energy you had used up.

“Baby?, baby can you hear me?” Just hearing Dean’s voice let you know everything that you needed to know, you had successfully got Dean home to you. Slowly but surely you managed to lift up your head and make eye contact with Dean, the look in his eyes was swimming with worry though it lessened significantly as he made eye contact with you as he now knew that you were ok, you were still here with him.

When Dean got your phone call but no you on the other end it sent fear straight through him and he had never driven so fast to get to you, not only that but as he saw you collapsed on the floor he jumped straight into action mode carefully picking your body up and cradling you to his chest and to the bed where you now lay with a cold towel on your head and him sat next to you holding your hand in his. 

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Talk of Periods.

Summary: With [Y/N] currently missing from lunchtime Remus goes in search of her.

Word count: 427

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It was currently lunchtime and Remus had not seen you all day, it wasn't unusual for either of you to get caught up in your own things and you always made time to make quick check ins with one another just so you could both make sure the other was ok as well as spend even 5 minutes with one another when you got busy, today however you hadn't and it was making Remus’s worry spiral out of control.

“Hey guys, have you seen [Y/N] today?” Remus asked both Sirius and James, hoping for either one of them to have even gotten so much of a glance at you today, but much to his dismay neither of them had either. 

You usually sleep in the dorm with Remus and the boys but they had all left for stuff before you had woken up so no one had seen you since the morning. In hearing both Sirius and James both haven't seen you either Remus decided to leave lunch early in search of you.

Making his way up to the dorm Remus felt immediate relief at seeing you under the covers, that relief however was quickly replaced by worry at seeing you scrunched up into a ball sobbing hysterically.

“Oh darling what’s wrong” through your sobs you had luckily managed to hear him as well as open your eyes to watch as he sat down next to you while carefully holding your face in his hands while trying to wipe away the tears currently making tracks down your face. “It’s my period remmy, it's never been this bad before I don't know what to do” you were currently unable to sit still and was now reaching for Remus in hopes of him knowing what to do, he always knew what to do.

“Oh sweetheart come here” with that he hauled you up into his lap and brought his hand up to offer you some tablets as well as the water on your bedside table. After taking the tablets Remus had you lie down with him holding you from behind massaging your stomach. “How do you feel now, my love?” He hated to see you in pain so being able to hold you while you cried was much preferred to the thought of you curled in a ball sobbing your heart out.

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Summary: Remus’s jumper has gone missing and there is only one culprit there could possibly be.

Word Count: 340

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“Where is it, I swear I put it right here?” you could hear Remus questioning where his jumper went, aka your favourite jumper. It's not that Remus doesn't like you wearing his clothes, he loves it but only when the annoyance from not being able to find the clothes wears off. 

“What are you looking for?” you asked inquisitively trying to sound as helpful as possible, however you asking him instead of looking with him gave you away straight away, as you were sneakily pulling your’s and remus’s shared blanket overself trying to cover his stolen jumper which was also not helping your case.

“I think you know exactly what I'm looking for darling” Remus replied while staring directly at you from the end of the bed. The look on his face could only be described as the way that a lion looks as his prey just before he's about to pounce.

 Getting the strong inkling that you were the prey in this situation had you quickly trying to escape and run from his piercing gaze, unlucky for you however he was too fast and grabbed you by the ankle pulling you directly to him, with him now towering over you caging you between him and the bed.

“Do you have something to tell me baby?” The urge to deny anything and everything was on the tip of your tongue but looking into his eyes had every attempt at an excuse stopped right in their tracks. “I couldn't help it rem, it's so soft and it smells just like you” that sentence had Remus melting inside, the thought that you loved him so much that you loved him down the very smell of him had him even more in love with you if that was even possible.

Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Talks of fears, talks of storms and the dark

Summary: Everybody had fears however you have Sirius Black and he would fight off every fear just to make you happy again.

Word Count: 564

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You loved Hogwarts, the unbelievable scenery, the spells you can learn and most of all the people, especially Sirius. You and him have been friends for 2 years before you both made it official and started Dating. Sirius was your entire world and more, he made everything so much better.

One thing about Hogwarts that you didn’t like however was how dark it was, it felt like every corner you turned there was more and more darkness. Being in Gryffindor made it better as you couldn't imagine anything worse than being stuck in the dark and cold slytherin dorm. 

Sirius knew of your fear of the dark and made every effort imaginable to help you to feel better, even going as far as to sneak you into the boys dorms every night so you and him could fall asleep cuddled up to one another. He used your fear of the dark as an excuse though you imagine the real reason was just so the two of you could be closer even more, something you had absolutely no objections about, falling asleep in Sirius’s arms was your favourite part of every day and you wouldnt change that for anything.

As much as Sirius was a massive help with your fear there were times where he wasn't around and the darkness seemed to get worse and worse, this being one of those times. 

Currently Sirius and James were at quidditch practice while Remus was off studying in the library, leaving you alone in their dorm. This wasn't an unusual occurrence as you often spend your free time alone in their dorm awaiting their return, most of the time taking a nap in your and Sirius's shared bed, however today a nap was out of the question as a storm raged outside. 

Storms didn't really scare you, you in fact liked the sound of the rain pounding on the window however what you didn't like was all sources of light being sucked away. Usually you would be able to cast a charm to make the dorm not so dark but your wand was currently on the other side of the room and you were frozen in place unable to move. 

As more and more time went on you felt the darkness creeping closer and closer seeming to invade every piece of your mind. At this point you were huddled in bed with tears running helplessly down your face, hoping and praying that Sirius would be back soon.

Luckily for you it wasn't long before the door to the dorm was bursting open with Sirius bolting inside and making a beeline for you huddled under the covers.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Talk of death.

Summary: Patching up

Word Count: 445

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Waiting for the boys to get back was always nerve wracking, you would always tag along to the hunts with Sam and Dean, you being more there for the info you know rather than to help physically with the hunt but that is the way you prefer it, you feel like an important part of the team while also being kept safe back at the motel, something that Dean really liked about this whole arrangement. When you first got together 2 years ago his biggest fear was that you were going to get hurt or even worse that he could lose you altogether, but you being in the motel gave him peace of mind.

Whenever the boys left to catch whatever they were hunting always left you on edge, you frequently had nightmares about Sam coming back alone and having to break the news to you that Dean was gone, always leaving you waking up heaving for breath and reaching for Dean who was always there to quell the fear racing through you.

You were currently curled up in your and Deans shared bed waiting for the two to return. To help with your nerves you were dressed head to toe in Deans clothes, the lingering smell of his cologne helping you immensely. 

You weren't lying there for long before both boys returned, Dean looking a little worse for wear but not as bad as you had seen him in the past. Noting that both boys were fine and that the hunt was in fact over you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding knowing now that you or Dean were not in danger and everyone was safe and ok. 

“Come on you, let's get you cleaned up” you announced to Dean practically dragging him into the bathroom with you so that you could clean him up. “Yes ma’am” he replied with a grin on his face, you cleaning him up quickly became his favourite part of every hunt, you taking care of him was always something that brought joy to Dean knowing he always had this much love to come back to.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Injury, Talk of Death

Summary: It was supposed to be an easy hunt, why did it have to go so wrong?

Word Count: 864

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It was supposed to be an easy hunt, that’s what you kept telling yourself over and over. How could you be so stupid to let this happen?. Currently you are in the middle of a hunt with Sam and Dean trying to hunt down a vengeful spirit. Sam was currently out burning the bones and you and Dean were left to fend off the spirit until Sam got rid of them. It was supposed to be easy, stay alert, don't stray too far from one another and use salt and iron to get rid of them for some time when they appear. 

While staying quiet and alert with Dean in the kitchen the spirit had appeared and was quickly gotten rid of by Dean with one shot of the shotgun, however somewhere throughout the house another noise was heard. You being you decided that it should be checked out and told Dean that you would be right back. “Ok, but don't stray too far darling, Sam shouldn't be too long now, we're nearly done” taking his advice you were careful, quiet and went to check out the noise to make sure there wasn't anything else in the house that was concerning. What you failed to realise however was that this is exactly what the spirit wanted.

The spirit you were currently hunting had killed 4 women in the span of a week, not you Sam or Dean could figure out why only women but only that he had some real anger for them and so for you to now be straying too far from Dean was the perfect moment for the spirit to strike, and strike it did.

As you neared the storage room at the far back of the house you realised just how far you had gotten away from Dean and quickly decided to head back, but not before the spirit had jumped from the corner of the room and plunged a knife straight into your side. Luckily for you, you managed to catch the spirit with the end of your iron crowbar dispelling it from the room. Deciding it wasn't that bad even though the pain was now coursing through your sides and moving quickly over your body, you made the even stupider decision to remove the knife. Bad Mistake.

As soon as you managed to slide the knife out and away from your body that's when more and more blood started to pour from the stab wound, with you putting as much pressure as you could with your jacket trying so hard to keep it hidden. ‘All you had to do was stay together and wait for Sam to burn the bones’ you said to yourself, cursing your poor decision making the least you could do for the boys was to wait until you got back to the motel and patch it up yourself which also wasn't the brightest decision on your part but the only one that wouldn't cause worry to Sam and Dean.

Not long after that Sam had burned the bones and you were all in the Impala heading back. On the journey back you were getting more and more light headed the closer you came to the motel, something that didn't escape Dean as he watched you from the mirror. He could clearly see you swaying back and forth and was determined to find out what was wrong.

As you all arrived you didn't make it 2 steps from the car before Dean was hoisting you into his arms and carrying you to the room. “Sam get the first aid kit, somethings wrong” Dean shouted out as you all entered the room. “What? I'm fine Dean seriously, don't worry about me I'm fine” much to your dismay your convincing was not enough and soon enough your very serious looking stab wound was soon revealed. “Fine?! You can't be serious darling you're nearly bleeding out here” Dean at this point was beyond worried and so decided to leave the stitching you up to Sam in favour of holding you in his lap and making sure you stayed awake.

“Hey, look at me baby, it's fine, you're fine” Dean said as he held your face in his hands and pulled your attention away from Sam stitching up your side. You know that you were stupid and that you shouldn't have hid your injury and seeing the concern in Dean’s eyes as he held you made you decide that you were never gonna split up from him again, not so that you wouldn't get injured again but so that you would never have to see Dean so upset again.

Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: sickfic, Sick reader, Worried Sam.

Summary: You were undoubtedly sick but the hunt must go on, right?

Word Count: 750

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Currently you were deep into a werewolf hunt with Sam and Dean, trying to hide how awful you felt. You never got sick, so for you to call out of a hunt would just not be acceptable in your eyes. You were sure that if you kept going and fighting through you would be perfectly fine by the end of it and no one would be the wiser. How wrong you were.

Sam had managed to track down the rogue werewolf you guys were hunting and so all three of you were in the Impala on route to the destination. Hiding how you were feeling on the inside was a piece of cake for you, however hiding how you looked was not so easy. You were currently taking shallow breaths sitting in the back of the car with your head resting on the window relishing in its cooling sensation on your feverish forehead. 

“Hey baby are you doing ok? You're a little quite” you heard Sam say from the front seat. “Yeah you're normally talking my ear off on all the cool lore facts you know, why so quiet?” Ok so Sam asking if you were ok was one thing, as your boyfriend it was his literal job to worry about you, However if Dean noticed that you were acting off it was another thing, you were starting to let your mask fall with how sick you were really feeling, yet you were determined to keep your composure and not let anything slip. “Yeah I'm fine, just a little warm is all” you replied, Sam and Dean seemed to accept this answer as they turned their eyes back to the road, though you could tell that Sam wasn't all that convinced as you didn't fail to spot his worried glances in the mirror.

It didn't take much longer to reach your destination and soon you were all hopping out of the car ready to kill this werewolf. As you exited the Impala you were quick to realise just how weak you were, your legs could only just hold your full weight and your vision was starting to falter and make you off balance, yet you were determined to get this hunt finished.

You all made your way deep into the woods and the werewolves cabin soon came into view. ‘Not much longer now’ you told yourself, feeling worse by the minute. As you got closer to the cabin it seemed that you all had spooked the werewolf and he took off running deeper into the woods, You, Dean and Sam not far behind running after him.

By this point however you had gotten worse and worse and not even 5 minutes into sprinting after the guy had you falling over heaving for breath lying on the ground while your vision had you spinning out.

“Oh shit Baby? Baby? Please answer me, are you ok?” you heard Sam yell, hovering above you, holding your face in his hands. “I knew you weren't ok, You have such a high fever why didn't you tell us?” he asked. At this point Dean had managed to catch up to the werewolf and successfully kill him so you guys didn't have to worry about him taking you all out while you were still lying there trying to stay conscious. 

“Damn [Y/N] you look like shit” Dean’s assessment was correct and so Sam decided enough was enough and hoisted you up into his arms settling you into the car with your head in his lap while he held you.

At this point while you looked up from his lap gazing at the worried expression on his face, you felt guilt course through you knowing that if you just told them he wouldn't be looking so sad. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to mess up the hunt” you apologise while tears rolled down your face, both from the extreme guilt you had for making him worry and how shitty you were feeling.

“ I don't ever want to hear you apologise for being sick, you hear me? I know how much you didn't want to let us down sweetheart” at knowing that he wasn't mad or upset anymore the tears slowly stopped and the remaining tears on your cheek were quickly wiped away by Sam with a kiss on your forehead making you smile.

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: storms, Talk of potential injury, talk of animal abuse.

Summary: Coming back from a hunt you discover something very interesting, but how is Dean going to react to this discovery?

Word Count: 801

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You knew this was a bad idea the moment you contemplated doing it, but how could you resist?. 

You had just finished your solo Vampire hunt and was on the way back to the bunker. The hunt itself was relatively easy, only 1 vampire gone rogue and it was over faster than you thought it would be, so fast that you thought you would rather make the drive that very night back to the bunker instead of staying in the motel you had already pre-booked. You don’t know why, whether it was the lure of your soft, warm bed or the thought of Dean waiting for you in your soft warm bed but you were eager to return to your man. That, and you had a gut feeling that there was a reason you needed to make your way back early.

Half way through the drive back the weather took a turn for the worse, the sky looked dark and angry while there was rain pelting your windscreen with such force you thought it might just break. It got to a point that you had to pull over, the last thing you wanted was to survive a vampire hunt just to get taken out by a storm. You pulled over into a clearing on the side of the road, it was pretty much barren apart from a few trees now bare with the force of the wind stripping each and every tree of their remaining leaves.

As you sat in the car, the storm still causing havoc, you spotted something out of the corner of your eye. Over next to one of the trees sat a black bag, seeming to be moving with a force that was contained inside the bag and not from the forces raging outside. Deciding to investigate you took a strong breath in preparing yourself for the wet and cold you were about to face and you set off for the tree.

Slowly bending down you discovered that there was definitely something inside this bag, and it wanted out!.

Holding your breath once more you tore into the bag to discover a miserable looking,  cold and shivering puppy. ‘Who the hell would do such a thing?!’ you thought to yourself. You had seen some pretty gruesome shit in your time as a hunter with the boys but never something this inhumane to an innocent animal. 

Putting your anger aside for the sake of this little puppy you quickly gathered him up into your arms and made your way back to the temporary safety of the car. Once inside you checked over the puppy to see if there weren't any injuries you should worry about and after not finding anything for a solid 20 minutes you let out the breath you were holding finally realising that the innocent dog was ok.

Not even a second after you stop looking over the dog he climbed into your lap and started licking your face to show his gratitude. “What am I gonna do with you huh?” you asked the puppy as if he was gonna answer you. 

You knew that Dean was not a dog person, Sam yes so that wouldn’t be a problem but Dean? He was not gonna be happy, but as the puppy looked into your eyes, still sat in your lap how could you resist?

After the further 40 minute drive back to the bunker you were finally back, the puppy next to you eager to see everything inside. You pushed open the bunker door and made your way down the steps, you didn’t get much further before you were tackled into a hug by Dean.

“Where have you been?! I was so close to going out into the storm and finding you myself, are you alright sweetheart?” he said frantically, holding your face in his hands. “Yes I'm fine baby, i promise” you said finally giving in and kissing him as you had been wishing to for the last few hours.

“Hey is that a dog?” you heard Sam say from behind Dean. The puppy was currently sitting waiting patiently behind your legs waiting to be introduced. “Yes he’s the reason I was so late, someone just threw him away in a bag, can you believe that?!. Look I know you're not a fan of dog’s Dean but ..” your rambling was cut short with another kiss from Dean making you relax instantly and all the stress you had melted away. “I don’t care if you came back with an entire zoo as long as I have you here with me, '' Dean said, making tears come to your eyes.