#lord Remington x reader

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Morning Light

Chapter 1

Remington Leith X F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: very brief mention of blood

Summary: in the year 1855, you received an invitation for a ball. One of the young lords catches your interest but you'd never imagined that it would be the most meaningful night of your life

Info: this right here was the idea of the wonderful, talented @remingtonisleithal and she was awesome enough to let me collaborate with her on this series. This will be a multi-chapter story that will be posted chapter by chapter, alternatingly between both our accounts. The next chapter will be posted on @remingtonisleithal

As the mist rolled into the courtyard, the night air became thick with an ominous feeling. Tonight was the night someone would die. 

But the orchestra continued inside the sandstone estate, without knowledge or perhaps simply without care. Dancing people under lit chandeliers cast shadows of figures drunk on champagne and their own beauty. Drinking, dancing, gossiping, betting; the works. And Remington was bored, wasting his time waiting for something to start. He just didn’t know what, until she walked in. 

And good Lord, had he been living long but never encountered a person quite like this. She looked dashing, beautiful even. Remington had met a lot of beautiful people in his life - sure, how could he have not? - but no one had ever enchanted him like her. The dress flowed down her body like water, hugging her upper body with thin layers of sky blue silk that got thicker towards the ground. Golden embroidery in soft curls made her look ethereal, a curved neckline with off-the-shoulder sleeves made her truly a vision to behold. He could hear her blood pumping through the veins on her neck from across the room, calling out. Not that Remington would listen to that call. No, he never killed merely to satisfy his hunger. 

It was hypnotic in a way, the rhythm that sped up at the mass of people in front of her and slowed down as she found a familiar face in the crowd. She made her way through the room, a kind smile on her face that made her even more beautiful.

Remington's interest was piqued. 

For now, he stayed where he was, trapped in a conversation he wasn't the least invested in while his eyes followed her across the room.

The conversation ended and Remington saw her standing alone. He took his chance, making his way over to her.

“It is a pleasure to have you at our estate, miss…?” Remington spoke softly, trailing off with a smile, and hoping the woman would understand that there were so many people here that he didn’t know half of them. 

She understood “Y/N.” she said with an ever so slight curtsy. 

“What a lovely name.” Remington said. “I’m Remington.” 

“Well, what a lovely name.” Y/N returned with a cheeky grin, gaining a chuckle from Remington. She took a look around for a moment, taking in the music, the dancing, the handsome stranger next to her. “You’ve a beautiful manor.” 

“Thank you.” he replied, unclear of what to say next. Those eyes had captivated him, it was a wonder he was still able to form words at all. 

Remington noticed a slight frown cross Y/N’s face, brows furrowed, a look of hopelessness in her eyes as she met the gaze of someone across the room. He was about to ask if she was alright when she spoke. 

“Forgive me for being so forward, but would you like to dance?” she asked. Remington blinked a few times in surprise at the bold move (she was a woman in the 1800s, after all, so this was unexpected) and he couldn’t trust his lips with words, instead offering a smile and his hand. 

He led her to the centre of the room as the orchestra started a new song. He bowed. She curtsied. They got closer together and began to dance on the outside as their hearts danced within. There was just something about her, she was important somehow. An enigma, a wonderful mystery he wanted to dive into. 

"You dance very well," Remington broke the silence between them. He couldn't help but feel foolish for the plump words but he longed for a conversation with the captivating woman in front of him.

She smiled at the compliment, a faint blush dusting her skin. There was no telling whether it came from the exercise or his words. "You as well, my lord."

"Just Remington, please," he insisted. The title was a formality, a distance where Remington wanted to be as close as the little time they had spent so far would allow. 

A change in song held Y/N back from reacting. Instead, she just nodded as the melody carried her away. Remington's eyes followed her skirts that swished as her partner swirled her around. A cold hand gripped for his heart as the man's arm fell lower and lower on her waist.

Their eyes found each other over the heads of the crowd. The uneasiness sent Remington flying to her side. "I believe I promised you a drink, Miss Y/N."

"A drink would be great," her hand fitted itself on top of his forearm, the fingernails digging down. There was no mistaken in the fact that she'd rather be with a man she spent merely one dance with than the one that was right in front of her.

Her former dance partner glared at Remington as he whisked Y/N away but the lord didn't spare him even a glance. The woman next to him was far more important. True to his words, Remington brought her to the refreshments table and handed her a glass of champagne but unlike one would expect, he wasn't happy with staying where they were.

It was a good thing that the manor belonged to his family. Y/N still on his arm, Remington went through the glass doors towards the faintly illuminated garden. The cold air didn't bother him much but he felt Y/N shiver. So he slipped out of his jacket and put it around her shoulders, balancing the glass in his free hand.

"Thank you," she said quietly and pulled it closer with one hand.

Remington felt his silent heart warm at the gesture. She felt safe in his clothing. "It's nothing. Are you okay?"

"Much better now," she was smiling again, this time genuinely. It was the most beautiful thing Remington had ever seen in his life.

The faint light of the lanterns all over the garden reflected in her eyes, making their colour stand out almost magically as she was looking up at him. The corners of her mouth were turned up as if she was waiting for his next words to make her laugh again. That was an expression Remington was familiar with and still it was so much more interesting on the woman in front of him.

"Why did you bring me out here? A little bit of intimacy maybe?" 

Once again, she surprised him with her words. There was a teasing tone underneath them, one no one dared to use with him on the first day of knowing him. It intrigued Remington and made the need to learn more about her all the more important to him. 

For now, he settled on laughing lowly and leaning against the tree he had guided Y/N to. The manor was still in eye distance, even through the fog. Remington wanted Y/N to feel safe with him, not like he was pushing her into a dark corner. "I have to admit that you're not entirely wrong. But not entirely right either. I wanted to grant you some peace and grant me a little bit of time to get to know an intriguing woman."

"Well here I am. What would you like to know?" She was getting more confident with every new word she addressed to him.

A man with less self control would have kissed the words from her lips. But Remington wasn't that man. "Who taught you to dance like that for starters."

A startled laugh fell from her mouth at the unexpected question. She answered him a heartbeat later that her father taught her.

Remington asked her every question he deemed harmlessly friendly enough and slowly pieced together the puzzle that was the woman in front of him. In exchange, he offered bits and pieces of his own life and a few stories that he knew would amuse her.

Unfortunately, they couldn't stay outside forever, against Remington's strongest wishes. Their glasses empty, cheeks red from the cold, they went back inside and mingled with the crowd. The music wasn't playing for now so conversations had to suffice as entertainment. Remington always kept an eye on Y/N and noticed her watching him in return more than once.

Finally, the orchestra took their seats again (Remington presumed that Emerson had a hand in that as the youngest of them had always picked up the faintest nuances in their state of mind) and played a waltz. It took one eyebrow raised for Y/N to nod and let him lead her back to the dancefloor.

They danced for hours, exchanging a few words. They felt as if they already knew one other, and were at peace in each other’s arms. To stay like this forever would have been bliss. But the unforgiving night had other ideas, and Time marched on. The orchestra stopped. People said goodbye. And Y/N got lost in the crowd.

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My little angel, I will always protect you; Castiel x toddler reader

This was the first Castiel request that I got on my wattpad and it was my first taste of writing for Castiel. Now for any hardcore SPN fans please go easy on me, at the time I was writing this I was still on midway of season 5 now I’m just starting s.6 so I haven’t gotten to see the Leviathians yet nor do I know their story plot yet so go easy on me okay? Other than that not really any warnings except for Infertility (on a female character), death, violence and CAS FLUFF.

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It all began in the hometown of Batesville, Arkansas.  It was late at night possibly around 5 minutes to midnight and a couple around their late 30’s early 40’s were out looking up at the stars.  The couple had some bad news delivered to them, for a few years now they both have decided on trying to have a baby but when they went to the clinic to see what the problem was, it turns out that the woman was infertile.

It devastated them both especially the wife, she had longed to have children of her own and it absolutely crushed her that she couldn’t provide a child for either her or her husband.  After receiving the news, the husband took his wife out to the fields nearby their home and he set up a blanket with some candles in order to help comfort his wife.

As the couple lay there under the stars, they saw what seemed like a meteor falling down from the sky.

“Hey honey, you know what they say about meteorites? Some believe that they’re angels falling from the sky” said the husband.  But as they both looked back up at the sky, it wouldn’t stop falling nor would it disappear like any other meteorites, soon a loud boom was heard and the earth briefly shook and a huge light exploded like a bomb.

The couple let out a brief shriek before all was quiet once more.  The husband picked his wife up from the ground and asked her.

“Diana, sweetheart you alright?”

“Yes Harold, I’m fine, but what was that?”

“I don’t know, maybe it was really a meteor or maybe a satellite”. Diana soon took off running with her husband crying out to her to not go and to come back to him.

When the two of them arrived at the crash site, they saw a huge crater right in the middle of their property.

“What the Sam hell is this?” asked Harold. Diana began to feel like something was up so she cautiously walked towards the crater and Harold grabbed her arm and said. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I feel like something’s down there”.

“No baby you ain’t going on down there by yourself, who knows what could be down there”.

“Harold, please just let me have a look. Maybe it’s a spaceship and someone could need our help”. Harold looked at his wife and saw the true strength that made him fall in love with her to begin with. He then agreed and let his wife’s arm go and she walked towards the crater and slowly got into it.

After a long almost eternal silence of no sound or even a scream, his wife soon came up and said to him urgently.

“Harold, get over here!” Harold then cautiously walked up towards his wife and said.

“Well—what is it honey?”

“It was a baby, look”. She then pulled back the white sheets and it revealed a baby.  On the top of its head it had (h/c), it appeared to be at least a year, year and a half old at least, (s/c) and when it opened its eyes it revealed to be (e/c).

“What in the…..how did it get way out here?” asked Harold.

“I don’t know, she seems to be alright though, no scratches or cuts or anything”. The baby babbled softly and reached out and touched Diana’s cheek and she felt something spark in her that he had lost since earlier this afternoon.

Warmth.

“Harold, what if—what if God sent us this child knowing we couldn’t have one?”

“Diana—”

“No, no think about it. For so many years we prayed to him to bless us with a child, and probably knowing our problem now, he must’ve answered our prayers with this child”. Harold looked down at the baby and he reached out his hand and the child grabbed onto his finger with a strong grip but not so strong that it caused him pain, in fact it felt……great.

Harold smiled softly and said to his wife.

“You’re right Diana, our Lord and Savior must’ve given us this child to raise as our own, we can finally be a true family”. Diana and Harold smiled at each other before kissing one another and the two of them cooed at their newest child.

Meanwhile at the bunker, Castiel opened his eyes feeling that a strong presence had come to Earth.  He now appeared on the rooftop of the bunker and could feel the presence grow stronger. He had once felt this aurora before but not for a long time, he almost began to question if it was really her or not. Last he had heard, all of them had died, including her.

With that he remained at the rooftop of the Bunker until dawn had arrived.  When he appeared in the kitchen, he saw Sam getting his coffee after just returning from his early morning workout.

“Morning Cas”. Cas didn’t say a word. “Uhh Cas, Cas hey”. The angel snapped out of his daze and Sam said, “You feeling alright? You looked really out of it”.

“Look up Batesville, Arkansas” Castiel stated urgently.

“What?”

“Look up and see if anything happened in Batesville, Arkansas”. Sam immediately went to his computer and typed in the city and state and soon a news story of a Meteorite striking down on someone’s property.

“You were right check this out, witness’s state seeing a single meteorite falling from the sky. But there hasn’t been a single meteorite sighting since 1989, how did you know about this Cas?”

“It was a feeling, I could be wrong but—”

“Could be wrong about what?” Dean’s voice soon came out. Sam and Castiel turned to see Dean now standing there rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a cup of coffee in his hands trying to wake himself up.

“I thought they had all died when the Leviathans came but last night I—felt one of their presences coming to Earth. They are known as young angels. Made from the grace of a chosen angel and molded from the earth to create a young angel. I was destined to protect one of them but I had been told that she was presumed dead”.

“And you think this young angel is yours?” questioned Dean.

“I’m not sure but I have a strong feeling she is, what that meteor fell I felt like I was feeling a piece of myself returning to Earth”. Castiel stated. “But we must hurry, it won’t take long for them to find out there’s still one left”.

“Who you mean the other angels?” asked Sam.

“No, the Tracers. Specific demons set to hunt and slaughter every last angel child there is”.

“Alright let’s get going, don’t worry Cas we’ll get there before it’s too late”. Said Sam. The three of them soon packed up and soon they all piled into the impala and Dean drove out of the garage and onto the open road.

Back at the ranch where the angel child had fallen, Diana was in the rocking chair in little (y/n)’s (as they both had named her after finding out she was a girl) nursery. She fed her daughter and the proceeded to burp her, once she did she walked around singing a soft lullaby.

Harold watched with pure adoration at the sight of his beautiful wife of 22 years finally in the dream she’s always wanted, singing to her child a lullaby just before she puts her to bed.  

He just couldn’t wait to see this little gift from heaven grow up, be raised right, go to school, make new friends, then soon go to college and become whatever she wants to be, and then one day he’ll be there with his shotgun sitting right on the porch should some boy come into her life and he’ll be the one to judge on whether he’s the one for his little girl.

Suddenly there was a howl outside the door.  Thinking it was probably the neighbor’s sheepdogs who had gotten out again, he thought nothing of it.  That was until the house began to rattle.

Diana held onto their daughter tightly as little (y/n) began to cry fearfully and Diana tried to calm her down.  Harold soon led his wife and child to the attic and quickly grabbed his shotgun and ammo and raced up the stairs behind them and pulled up the doors to the attic and led them to the corner to hide while he stood guard readying his gun.

The house kept shaking until finally it stood still.  The rattling ceased and all was quiet.  Too quiet.  Only the sound of Diana and Harold’s heavy breathing could be heard as well as (y/n)’s whimpering.  Suddenly frantic barking was heard outside as the floors began to break apart, Harold fired at the floor hoping to shot the rapid dogs that were probably down below.

Suddenly the windows were broken in and black smoke came in and formed two shapes.  They appeared to be wolf-like dogs except they were almost as big as a full grown lion.  Their large canine fangs gleamed like the stars and blood literally dripped from their mouths.

Diana held (y/n) close to her chest trying to protect her and Harold stood protectively in front of his wife and child with his gun pointed at the wolves.  As they snarled and all that could be heard from the house was a single gunshot, the sound of rapid barking, and screaming.

By the time they got to Batesville, and the supposed property they came across something that they hoped they wouldn’t run into.  A crime scene.  Police by the dozens were all over the property.

“Oh great what now?” snapped Dean.  They all exited the car and walked up and they showed the cops their FBI badges telling them that they were now taking over the investigation.

Castiel looked up towards the attic while Sam and Dean were getting the details on what had happened to the couple Diana and Harold Remington.  According to police, they believe that some rapid wolves must’ve found a way into the house and torn the couple to shreds, their faces were almost unrecognizable and blood was literally spewed everywhere.  The angel felt like there was something up in the attic so he quickly walked into the house.

Once he reached the attic, photographers were taking pictures of the crime scene and only when the Angel of the Lord and the Winchester brothers got to the attic, they knew immediately that this could only be the work of hellhounds with this much blood.  It also helped that they took notice of some bloody dog prints that were too big for your average sized dog.

“Excuse me who gave you clearance to be in here?” asked one of the crime scene photographers dressed all in contagion white garb.

“FBI we’re taking over the case from here so you and your buddies here all need to get out” stated Dean. It was then Castiel knelt down to the floor and touched some of the blood and just stared at it.

“What the hell is his problem?” asked a female cop skeptically.

“He’s like a real life Sherlock Holmes so all of you get out, go! My partner needs to concentrate” Dean urged every single cop and photographer out of the room before shutting the door and bolting it shut.

“What do you think Cas? Hellhounds?” asked Sam.

“Definitely hellhounds”. Castiel stated.  Suddenly a small cry was heard.  Castiel and the Winchesters all looked up as they kept hearing the whimpering.  Cas walked towards a half crushed open chest and looked inside to see something squirming underneath a pink blanket.  He slowly reached in and pulled the blanket off to reveal the one and a half year old baby girl whimpering as she rubbed her face.

He tilted his head and the baby did the same thing while making a confused baby noise.  The brothers came up behind him and Sam asked.

“Is—is that her?” Castiel continued to stare down at the toddler until it started making happy coos up at him, almost like she knew him. Reaching up with her tiny arms and smiling widely.  The angel was skeptical at first simply thinking that this could just be normal baby reactions, so he went down to pick her up and he held her close to his face and diagnosed her.

But it wasn’t until she touched him that he felt the connection. Both their graces intertwining with each other’s and that feeling of his soul within her.

“Cas?” Dean stated.

“It’s her” Castiel said for the first time with a fatherly smile.  He brought the toddler close to his chest as she let out a soft yawn and then cuddled close to the angel’s chest gripping his trench coat. Castiel held her protectively and he felt his wings come out and fluff up before wrapping them around himself and the child. “Sam, Dean, meet Dina, the future angel of learning”.

“Dina? She don’t look like a Dina to me” said Dean.

“It was the name I picked out for her the moment she was created” Castiel snapped defensively.

“I’m just saying she doesn’t look like a Dina”.

“Well then what does she look like?” asked Sam as he gently tickled the baby angel’s tummy.

“She looks more like an (y/n) to me” stated Dean.  Castiel and Sam looked at each other before looking down at her and Sam began to see what his brother was saying.

“How about to hide her true name, we call her (y/n) if anyone asks. As long as that’s alright with you Cas, I mean she is yours after all”.

“It’s fine, it may even better protect her from revealing her true name to the Tracers”. With that being said, Sam and Dean told Cas that he could take his ‘daughter’ back to the Bunker while they cleared out everything with the cops.

Once Castiel returned to the Bunker, he quickly got his young angel settled in and well gave her a portion of his grace to feed on since young angels depend on the next several weeks on their destined angel’s grace, much like how a normal baby feeds on their mother’s breast milk.

And since angels don’t really eat that much, he only needed to give her his grace once a week.

Currently now little (y/n) was getting a little fussy and wanted to go to sleep but she couldn’t find it in her to fall asleep.  So Castiel thought it would be best to maybe try a lullaby.  He lightly bounced her up and down a little as he started to sing.

Look at what's happened to me-,

I can't believe it myself.

Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,

It should've been somebody else.

Believe it or not,

I'm walking on air.

I never thought I could feel so free-

Flying away on a wing and a prayer.

Who could it be?

Believe it or not it's just me

Believe it or not it’s just me.

And with that little (y/n) was starting to fall asleep.  Castiel looked down at his child and softly smiled and held her close and gave her a gentle kiss.

Suddenly he felt a presence above him.

Castiel’s eyes immediately opened as he could feel a dark aurora surrounding the Bunker.  He looked up and through the shadows he saw two cat-like gleaming eyes staring down at him.  The female creature stalked down from the ceiling and stood about seven feet tall and had a panther-like face but had two proud dragon-like horns on the top of her head and an extremely long dragon whip-like tail that kept twitching every so often.  Long black hair and her skin scarred with the tortures of Hell itself.

“Hello Castiel, been a long time hasn’t it?”

“Bast” The angel sneered.

“Well when I heard of a young angel falling to Earth I almost didn’t believe it myself, that was until Crowley pointed it out and gave us a bit of help”.

“I knew he had to be involved with this somehow. You tracers can’t stand the sight of Hellhounds, what did he offer you?”

“Calm down bird-boy don’t get your feathers in a ruffle, Crowley has no interest in the angel. He only wanted the two souls of the people that found her, in return my people and I can have the honor of clipping off the wings of the last of the young angels” Bast mocked to him.

“Over my dead body will you touch her!” Castiel hissed as the lights began to explode and his wings began to open up as he held (y/n) protectively.

“That’s exactly what I’m counting on” Bast mocked as she hissed out like a cat revealing her long canine fangs as her tail twitched.  Castiel put his daughter on his bed and stood protectively in front of her as he took out the one thing that is known to kill a Tracer.

An iron forged dagger made from the tooth of a dragon.

It was then the two beings charged head on at each other.

Meanwhile Sam and Dean had just pulled into the Bunker but as they entered, they saw flashes of light and magic shining out from the endless windows.

“Dean you don’t think…..”

“They’ve found her!” The brothers raced inside but as soon as they opened the door, one angel Castiel was literally flung at them thanks to Bast’s whip-like tail sending all three of them across the garage.

“Cas, is it those Tracers?” asked Dean.

“Yes, their Queen in fact Bast” they all stood up and raced back towards Castiel’s room to see the Queen of the Tracer’s now holding little (y/n).

“Love to stay and continue this little rumble especially now that the Winchester brothers are here, but I’ve got what I came here for so thanks ever so much for allowing me to find this precious gift of heaven”.  Then as Bast tried to disappear, her magic suddenly stopped working, in fact she found herself paralyzed.

Castiel’s eyes sparked pure blue and he told Sam and Dean as his voice dropped even lower than his normal range as thunder and lightning began to sound off from outside.

“Sam, Dean. Shut your eyes”. The boys not wanting Cas to repeat himself a second time did as he said. He pressed his hand against Bast’s forehead and a bright light came from Castiel’s body.

His true angel form was starting to blind Bast as she let out a scream of agony then as she let go of (y/n), Castiel quickly caught her while at the same time he plunged the dagger straight through Bast’s heart which disintegrated her to dust.

His angel aurora soon died down and he now held his daughter who was trying her best not to cry after seeing herself just moments ago in the arms of a demon.

Cas held his daughter close to him and comforted her then used his grace to have her go back to sleep as Sam and Dean came up and Dean picked up the knife and he said.

“So she’s gone?”

“Yes, but it won’t be long before the other Tracer’s get word of their Queen’s death, then they’ll be coming here knowing of her existence”.

“Well, then it looks like we’ve got another person to make sure we don’t lose” stated Sam like a proud Uncle taking a vow to protect his new-born niece.

“Damn right. We’ve lost too many people already, I’ll be damn if we lose her too, count us in to help you protect her Cas”. Dean stated proudly.  Castiel looked to his friends and thanked them.