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monst · 4 years

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I have this cute idea on my mind and i Have to share it with someone, do whatever u want with it I just wanna write it down ajdjskkw. So!! Shigaraki with a s/o who likes wearing lipstick,, okay hear me out,,, who also Really likes giving Shigaraki lots of kisses,,, all over his pretty face,,, now,,,,, get ready,,, Shigaraki,,,, with tiny kiss shaped lipstick stains on his cheeks,,,, and nose,,,,, and forehead,,,,, oN hIs FiNgErTiPs (individually cause yeah) ,,h,,hnng soft shiggy baby 💋

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Pro hero! Shigaraki Tomura (Shimura Tenko) x Reader

Warnings: None…? I’ve been dying to do a pro hero Shiggy Au thing? Not as many kisses as I’d hoped to inlude tho

“Ugliest pro hero huh…” Try as he might his fingers continued to scroll, vermillion eyes absorbing the various comments of agreement. There were a couple comments defending his appearance but the number of likes on the thread… just kept rising. He had refreshed the page a couple of times and with every load his lips drooped.

He knew he had a plethora of fans. People who adored him and left loving and supporting comments on his social platforms. However, the negative ones stuck the most. They pierced his eyes and nested in his brain where they hatched and expanded. It spread in a slow black ooze until it consumed his confidence. His teeth sunk into his chapped bottom lip as he sunk his phone into his pocket and made his way to the nearest looking glass.

He shouldn’t have entertained his insecurities, but it was hard not to, especially since they laid right there before him. Sickly pale skin frayed like the edges of a palmier, the skin surrounding his deep pools of unsettling blood looked as though a farmer had plowed his skin in rows in preparation for sowing. The tips of his fingers brushed over his lips…. Rough and chapped. The dry skin there flaked off and fluttered to the ground.

Decay. A heavy sigh deflated his body as he took in the effects of his quirk. And like poison his mind whispered the ills of his quirk. ‘Dangerous’ ‘A destructive quirk’ ‘…Evil’ He shook his head clear of those thoughts, ignoring the pang of guilt that racked his body as he remembered the horror of when his quirk first manifested. The loss of his late puppy still loomed over him, it had burrowed deep within his soul. Its roots had sunk in deep and it was without a doubt one of his biggest insecurities.

‘What if I hurt someone…’ The thought never left him even as he aged. It was that thought that had thrust him into his current reality. As his fingers pressed into the dips underneath his eyes, he remembered how he ran away from his home. He snorted sarcastically as he recalled running into the nearest police station to turn himself in for murder. He continued to prod at his face, his mind traversing memory lane when you walked in.

“Sorry but he’ll be busy that day, can we reschedule?” His gaze turned to you as you shut the door. When his eyes met what hung around your wrists, he took off towards you tugging the smiling plastic bags off your arms. A grin crawled onto your face at the action and you continued to try to end your current conversation. You furrowed your brows when you caught Shimura staring at the open box of fried rice, his chopsticks hung in mid-air as he looked to the food then to his lean frame.

“You okay?” You asked. “No not you. Listen I’ll get back to you later.” You hung up and sat down across from Tenko. He avoided your probing gaze and as to avoid conversation he begun to eat. He was unusually unenthusiastic about it and your lips curved into a frown. You knew the hero in front of you like you knew where your secret stash of candy was, something had obviously upset him. He hadn’t answered your previous question, so you didn’t pry knowing he’d spill eventually.

And spill he did. As soon as you broke apart your chopsticks his lips parted, his words barely above a whisper.

“(Name)…. Am I ugly….” Your eyes shot up to his face immediately! Your eyes were wide, your jaw slack as the words settled into your ears.

“W-Wha- Who? Who the fuck called you that?” You seethed. He showed you the thread and you exhaled in annoyance. His eyes were downcast his teeth chewing on his lower lip. You sighed, being angry wasn’t going to help anyone you noted. “No babe you’re not ugly.” You smiled.

“Don’t lie (Name)…. I look in the mirror everyday too.” He muttered bitterly.

“Well then you’re clearly looking into the mirror all wrong.” You shrugged.

His face scrunched up in confusion. “…How do you look into a mirror wrong?” He questioned. A slick smile slithered onto your lips as you stood and motioned him to follow. The both of you stood in front of the mirror.

“Okay, tell me what you see.” You ushered.

“A crusty mummy.” He shot back without hesitation. You frowned at that.

“Touya needs to shut the fuck up.” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“He’s not wrong.” He shrugged. “Look babe I’m fine with looking like this…”

“Love.” You began “When has Touya ever been right?”

Tenko drew a blank, his friend had a knack for being wrong… most of the time… The scarred man sighed and side-eyed you. “Well then what exactly do you see.” He sassed. “Even if Touya’s wrong my eyes work fine.”

“Well then” You clapped turning his face towards the mirror. “When I look at this,” You thumbed underneath his eyes. “I see pain and hardship.”

“How is tha-“

“Shhh let me finish.” You shushed softly pressing your finger against his lips. “I see pain and hardship which leads to growth. They show resilience and strength. To me they tell a story about a boy who turned his trauma into a way to help others. And this.” The tip of your finger traced the scar running down his eye. “This shows how selfless you are.” You mumbled, “So do these.” You hummed caressing all of his wounds and scars.

“Every time your skin cracks and withers there’s always a reason behind it.” You chirped looking into his puzzled eyes, a smile lit your eyes at his confusion. Your fingers hooked underneath the arm of his sweater and you rolled up the sleeve. “Do you remember Kamino? When that one villain practically flattened everything?” He nodded. “There were so many people trapped under the crumbling rubbish, and you got there in time to dust the structures before they could crush thousands of people. This.” You raised his arm “Is a testament to that.”

“You save people at the cost of your own body Tenko.” You whispered brining his arm to your chest. “Your absolutely selfless and brave and that’s incredibly beautiful.” You confessed and lifted his fingers to your lips to press feathery kisses at their tips.

Tenko gazed at you in stunned silence. And you took advantage of it and swirled a finger around a lock of cotton-candy blue. “Your beautiful in your own way.” You added, kissing the skin underneath his scar, staining it with the pigment of your lipstick. You continued to lavish his marred skin with your lips leaving prints of your love with every smooch. A breathless chuckle escaped you when you looked at your handywork. The last lingering kiss was placed on his parted lips and as you pulled back you whispered against them “And downright sexy too. Have you seen the fics people write about you?”

A scoff left his lips at that. His eyes bore into his reflection, he knew that he would rather have scars than not be able to save others however, he sometimes wished he were a bit less… flaky. He voiced out his concern watching as you pursed your lips.

“Well it wouldn’t hurt you to have a skin care routine.” You smiled. “Your fans send you so many products so that you can take better care of your skin. Hell, Thirteen even goes out of her way to send you the high end stuff.”

“Is that what that is?” He frowned. You pinched his cheek in annoyance.

“Yes, of course you never touch it ‘cause you always go for the games they get you.” You nagged. His eyes lit up a reddish fire and he sprinted to where he kept his fanmail eager to get started.

“Tenko you can’t just lather it all on…”

Needless to say, the hero quickly fell in love with his new routine. He felt confident and even though he knew some effects were irreversible he reminded himself of the stories behind them and when he looked into the mirror. He was okay.

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highdwightofmylife · 4 years

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Rules/Guidelines

Figured it was about time to make one of these. Y'know, a proper one instead of the placeholder Google Doc.

Important

Only three characters per headcannon request.

But that doesn't mean you're only allowed to send one ask. Send as many as you want! Please don't feel like you're bothering me because I get so happy when people send me asks!!

Honestly please talk to me I thrive on social interaction despite being an anxious baby I am a mess

I tend to do a somewhat gender neutral s/o, but you're more than welcome to request specifics. Doesn't matter to me.

There is no schedule for posting. I get an ask, I do when I get time, and then I immediately post it.

MOST of my stuff is SFW, and anything that isn't will be appropriately tagged and labelled. It's also usually pretty tame anyway.

Who/What I Write For:

NEW ADDITIONS STARRED!!

All DBD survivors, inluding all DLC and Licenced chapters).

All DBD killers (except Freddy for personal reasons)

Bubba Sawyer (but you can specify whether you want DBD or OG TCM Bubba).

Michael Myers (I tend to go for OG and DBD)

Ghostface (including DBD Danny, as well as Scream's Billy and Stu).

The Pig/Amanda Young

Jason Voorhees

Thomas Hewitt

Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Pyramid Head (DBD and OG)

Anyone from the first outlast game and DLC. (Eddie, Miles, Waylon, Chris--- you name it).

Demogorgan, but only as platonic.

Most Resident Evil characters

Who I Won't Write For:

Freddy Krueger

I just can't write well for them for some reason. Sorry!

I will not write:

Anything that makes me uncomfortable, but I will let you know if that's the case and won't outright delete an ask.

Un-consensual relations

Incest/paedophilia/anything of that nature

Pregnancy (specifically the act of giving birth because the idea of a living thing coming out of you activates my gag reflex, but I might be able to swing for a few hcs of carrying the kiddo and then caring for it once it's. Evacuated your flesh prison.)

I try to make sure my stuff has trigger warnings if needed, but please don't hesitate to ask if you'd like me to start tagging something you don't like. I'm very chill and accommodating!!

This might change later and characters can be added sometimes. I just needed to get this out! Love you guys! ✨✨♥️

#dbd imagines #my rules #ask #i forgot to tag this the first time ohmygod im a mess #not that its particularly important buT YKNOW #dbd headcanons

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gravitys-empire · 5 years

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Not that anyone asked

1. Middle name - Aquino

2. Age - 25

3. Birthday - june 15th

4. Zodiac - gemini

5. Color - burgundy

6. Lucky number - i like to believe it's 3

7. Pets - none but i want 2 cats and a rottweiler or a black shepherd

8. Where are you from - philippines

9. Height - 5'5"

10. Shoe size - 8.5 i think

11. sexuality/identification - cisfemale. i've often thought about this but it doesn't feel as if i've any inclination towards anybody else other than cismales. i'm often aesthetically attracted to women and effeminate males but never romantically.

12. What was your last dream about - couldn't explain it if i tried. it was strange as usual, involving my workplace crush...who is taken, and who i don't really think of as often as you'd think for a crush so i'm at a loss for his frequent presence in my dreams

13. Talents - i can dance and draw well i suppose. i can stay up for however long if need be, if that's a talent

14. Are you psychic in any way - probably for the rain or for bad things at work? Hahaha

15. Favorite song - you only get what you give by the new radicals

16. Favorite movie - never could choose, but among them would be Mirrormask, Kill Your Darlings, and Dead Poets Society

17. Do you want children - not at the moment, no. perhaps it'll change as i get older but i've never seen myself rearing children

18. Do you want a church wedding - don't really care for it, but if my future husband wants it, i won't oppose

19. Are you religious - furthest from it and i grew up in a catholic school. i have issues with organized religion.

20. Have you ever been to the hospital - more often than i prefer

21. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law - almost but not quite

22. Have you ever met any celebrities - never actually met one, no, but i was in the same plane as my favorite local celebrity once

23. Baths or showers - we don't have a tub but if we did it'd be baths for me. i only recently discovered the joy of them.

24. What color socks are you wearing - i hate wearing socks at home! but normally they'd be striped so can't say

25. Have you ever been famous - hell no

26. Would you like to be a big celebrity - hell no. perhaps as a ghost writer or a faceless researcher or an anonymous artist

27. What type of music do you like - it varies from blackpink to tchaikovsky but i'm currently in a classical mood

28. Have you ever been skinny dipping - no and i don't think i ever will, unless it's in a clean private pool

29. How many pillows do you sleep with - 3-4, inluding a body pilow

30. What position do you usually sleep in - on my side but i often wake up on my back

31. How big is your house - bigger than i would like as my family seems to want to fill every inch of space with stuff. my room is half empty and i love it.

32. What do you typically have for breakfast - some pastry or eggs, nothing big as i hate big breakfasts

33. Have you ever fired a gun - no but my uncle taught me how

34. Have you ever tried archery - yes but only in a studio

35. Favorite clean word - circumlocution

36. Favorite dirty word - crap

37. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep - 3 days for my thesis

38. Do you have any scars - plenty but all of them by accident and nothing big

39. Have you ever had a secret admirer - yes

40. Are you a good liar - yes to people who don't know me very well

41. Are you a good judge of character - i like to think so

42. Can you do any other accents other than your own - nope

43. Do you have a strong accent - i've been told that i don't have an accent when i speak english. i'm better at it than my mother-tongue, which is quite sad, really.

44. What is your favorite accent - italian, old american (like in movies), irish, and rich british (i don't know how to explain it, the posh kind but not nasal or royal)

45. What is your personality type - intj? enneagram type 5? unconventional? uncertain? too rational?

46. What is your most expensive piece of clothing - my docs

47. Can you curl your tongue - limitedly yes

48. Are you an innie or an outie - innie

49. Left or right handed - right

50. Are you scared of spiders - yes

51. Favorite food - honey butter chips

52. Favorite foreign food - sashimi

53. Are you a clean or messy person - clean but not anal

54. Most used phrase - well i mean

55. Most used word - well and really

56. How long does it take for you to get ready - 1.5 hours if leisurely, 30 minutes if not

57. Do you have much of an ego - more than i care to admit

58. Do you suck or bite lollipops - suck until they're small enough to bite

59. Do you talk to yourself - only in my head and in my notes

60. Do you sing to yourself - no never

61. Are you a good singer - no, hence.

62. Biggest fear - earthquakes. the complete and utter lack of control unhinges me

63. Are you a gossip - i hope not

64. Best dramatic movie you've seen - kill your darlings

65. Do you like long or short hair - on me i like medium hair bordering on long, on others i like long whether male or female

66. Can you name all 50 states of America - no i never had to

67. Favorite school subject - english, both lamguage and literature

68. Extro or introvert - intro. by 98% according to a popular yet unreliable test

69. Have you ever been scuba diving - no but i would love to

70. What makes you nervous - uncertainty and people speaking about me

71. Are you scared of the dark - no i prefer it actually

72. Do you correct people when they make mistakes - only if it's of consequence and i'm sure of my correction

73. Are you ticklish - in certain places

74. Have you ever started a rumor - only once and i still regret it

75. Have you ever been in a position of authority - yes and i miss it

76. Have you ever drank underage - yes and we thought we got drunk from half a thermos of light beer

77. Have you ever done drugs - yes but disappointingly inconsequentially

78. Who was your first real crush - his name was miguel

79. How many piercings do you have - 2 and they're nothing extraordinary

80. Can you roll your r's - yes

81. Mountains or beaches - mountains. i'm scared of underwater creatures and plants and rocks and sand, but you'd find me swimming like a fish with no lifevest when in deep waters. too many interesting things to pass on, but i can never get close to any of them.

82. How fast can you run - average i'm sure. i go by endurance rather than speed.

83. What color is your hair - 4 shades of brown and ash. i should dye it soon.

84. What color are your eyes - dark brown but i wish they were hazel

85. What are you allergic to - nothing i think

86. Do you keep a journal - intermittently and usually only if i have something to cdomplain about

87. What do your parents do - several things i don't find at all interesting

88. Do you like your age - in relation to my level of success, no. generally, yes as it's bang on a quarter of a century

89. What makes you angry - intolerance and condescension

90. Do you like your own name - i have a complicated relationship with it

91. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they - despite #17, i am enchanted with the names luna, ezra, lucien, and kai

92. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child - again, despite #17, probably a girl only or first and a boy after

93. What are your strengths - VIA test told me judgment and open-mindedness, i like to think so too; i like to think my anxiety makes me think some things thoroughly

94. What are your weaknesses - same test told me spirituality, and i completely agree; carelessness and lack of societal awareness as well

95. How did you get your name - my nickname my mom got from my two immediately older cousins, with a strange spelling from my father's boyhood interest in the german language, my full name i think they plucked out of nowhere honestly

96. Were your ancestors royalty - i think my maternal great grandparents were chinese turned don and doña in my country but i can't be sure as they allegedly changed their last names to avoid discrimination

97. Color of your bedspread - white

98. Color of your room - off-white

99. Style aesthetic - formal grunge, perhaps unintentionally dark academia. i wear a lot of leather shoes and collared oversized shirts, with one blazer too many in my closet that defies all practically given the weather here

100. Reason for your tumblr name - not sure, i didn't get it from anywhere but nor do i remember why i went with it. i like that the phrase hints at this omnipotent imperialist controlling everything, when really it's purely gravity, the most prosaic but as yet irreproducible thing you can think of. it fascinated me. it would have been cognitive miser as in my twitter description but i found it describes me too much and sets the wrong tone.

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daughters-and-winsisters · 7 years

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Huntress-Part 15: Ramsey

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E15 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen

The boom of the Bunker door followed by the footsteps on the stairs down made you lose your train of thought. Despite your headphones in, you still managed to hear the echo in the halls of the building. You took an earbud out and looked up from your laptop. The moment your Dad and Uncle walked in the room the smell hit you. You grimaced.

“Hey, kid.” Uncle Dean greeted, heading for the chair opposite you. “If you sit down I might actually kill you.” You warned, your eyes flickering between the chair and his confused face. “I’m sorry?” “You reek of...I don’t even wanna know. It’s minging, so take a shower and then you can sit down.” You ordered.

Dad chuckled, “Hello to you too.” Thankfully, he was at least dressed in what appeared to be clean clothes and had very few traces of monster on him. Whereas Uncle Dean was plastered in blood, flesh and other substances you weren’t going to jump at the chance to find out what they were.

Uncle Dean, still unsure of what to say, gave you a funny look. You smirked, looking back over to your Dad who’d just gotten a notification on his phone. “Found another case.” He declared. “That was fast.” Uncle Dean huffed. ‘Too fast’ You thought to yourself, but said nothing.

“Yeah I got a series of alga-rhythms to go through a filter of newspapers and-” He stopped, noticing Uncle Dean’s blank face before sighing “The computer told me.”

“Man, monsters and porn. Is there anything they can’t do?” “I’m sure they’d have how to wash yourself on there. Try wikihow.” You sassed, still very aware of the stench. “Y/N’s right, you’ve got pieces of ghouls and wraiths stuck on you...I think there’s some siren in your hair.” Dad’s face scrunched up in disgust when Uncle Dean flicked it away from himself. “I’ve got babywipes in the car-” You shared a look with your Dad. ... “-I’ll go take a shower.”

You watched as he ambled down the stairs, finally cleaning himself up. When you looked over at your Dad you can’t help but laugh. “You know, I think he’s kinda scared of you?” Dad chuckled. “Hopefully.” You giggled. “You coming on the Hunt?” He asked, perching on the table. You glance at the floor for a second “Yeah...why not.”

“So,” Uncle Dean began explaining before him or his brother had properly gotten back into the Impala. “The survivor seems to think she was attacked by an invisible wolf.” “Like uh...” You racked your brain “A hellhound?” “Exactly.” “We think so.” Dad butted in, making sure nothing was set in stone.

“So the guy made the deal right?” You asked. You locked your phone and slid it into your pocket, turning your attention fully on the front seats. “Yep.” “So why did it attack the girl?” “We don’t know...”

You sat back and thought through the information,, mapping out the ideas in your head. “So,” You began, grabbing their attentions “your plan to retrieve any useful information from her is to lie to her?” You tilted your head, hoping the fact that you’d outlined the plan made it seem as bad as it was. Uncle Dean nodded slowly, his face unconvinced. “It’s better for her, it’ll help her sleep at night.” Dad protested. You shrugged “No offence...but it wouldn’t for me. People want closure.” “Thank you! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him!” Uncle Dean agreed, his head turning slightly to face you, but his eyes remaining on the road. “We’re trying this. End of.” Dad huffed. “Well...Good luck.” You shook your head with disbelief, watching as you pulled up outside the survivor- Gwen’s place.

By far the worst part about not being able to convincingly disguise yourself as a FBI agent was the waiting around. You were patient, so the actual process itself was bearable, it was the not knowing everything. Every single time your Dad would briefly run through what happened and you’d know full well it wasn’t the half of it. You threw your head back, staring up at the ceiling of the car. It wasn’t very interesting, but it was a change from the steering wheel. That was when your phone buzzed, saving you from your thoughts. You glanced down, watching it move slightly as it vibrated on the empty seat beside you. “MICK” You sighed. What could he possibly want?

“Yeah?” You mumbled, holding it up to your ear. “It was good to see you.” He began, making you cringe from his small-talk attempt. “Mick,” You broke him from his words before he started ranting more nonsense “What do you want?”

“Your Dad,” He began, pausing to see if that had gotten your attention. Annoyingly- it had. “Was asking about your Mum...and Max.” “...okay?” You decided to bite. “He seemed to have it in his head that the British Men Of Letters killed em for no good reason.” You stayed silent. “Something tells me you haven’t told your Dad the full story.” Still, you said nothing. “Are you trying to make us look bad?” If anything, Mick sounded more offended than angry. “I’m trying,” You paused “I’m trying to not make Mum look bad...or Max.” “You won’t.” His voice went surprisingly softer. “Becky went rogue.” You twitched a little at the use of “Becky”. “I know.” You snapped. “And Max...well you know that too.” He sighed, perhaps empathising for once.

“Yeah I do. So what’s your point?” You were losing the will to live with how vague people were being. “If the possibility of working with us again, as part of the American Hunters became more than just a possibility..would you be willing?”

You paused...would you?

You wouldn’t outright say no. But you also wouldn’t be keen on saying yes...What would your Dad think if you suddenly wanted to work with them...what about Uncle Dean? You saw how they reacted to Mary’s alliance with them and that didn’t exactly go swimmingly...

“Y/N...you still there, love?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “Yeah I’m here...” “Well? Would you be up for it?” “I don’t know...it depends on Dad...and Uncle Dean...I can’t just keep switching sides that’s not fair on anyone.” “Well, speaking of your Dad-” Mick sounded like he had a lot to say,but you barely had time to take in his words when you noticed your Dad and Uncle exiting the house. “Gotta go.” You quickly spoke into the microphone before hanging up. Whatever he had to say could wait, there was no way you were getting into another awkward conversation.

They opened the doors to Baby, looking defeated. “How did it go?” You asked, double checking that you’d hung up. “How do you think?” Uncle Dean raised an eyebrow, “At least we tried, it could have gone worse.” Your Dad was trying his best to find a silver lining, which was sweet in it’s own strange way. “So uh...” You looked out of the window, noticing Gwen, the girl who’s survived, by the window of the house “now what?”

If someone had a plan of what to do it wasn’t needed as a cry for help erupted. Sharing a look of worry, the three of you sprang into action. You grabbed your handgun and sprinted after Dad and Uncle Dean. Gwen’s screams of fright grew louder as you turned the corner, aiming your guns up. You and Uncle Dean took aim and fired in the direction of the growling. A yelp sounded, followed by the nearest window smashing. It must have legged it.

Everyone sat down, it wasn’t awkward necessarily...just a little strange. “Okay...what the hell is going on.” Gwen asked. She had every right to. You looked between your Dad and Uncle, who spoke up “That was a hell hound.” “A what?” “It’s a giant dog hound thing from hell.” “I’m um...” She ran a hand through her hair “Guessing you guys aren’t cops.” You could tell she was aiming that one at you. “No...”Dad shook his head “My name’s Sam, that’s my brother Dean and this is my daughter Y/N. We hunt monsters.” “So wy did you tell me Marcus got killed by a bear?” Gwen interrogated. “His idea.” You and Uncle Dean say at the same time, making you smile a little. “’Supposed to make you feel better.”

Dad rolled his eyes, he clearly still thought he was right. Then he adjusted his position to face Gwen, “Hellhounds will only come after people if they’ve sold their soul...have you-?” “No!” “Would Marcus have?” You asked, trying to cover all the possibilities. “No! Never...” “Are there any other reasons?” You asked, turning to look at your Dad. He shook his head, narrowing his eyes in thought. Gwen wasn’t lying as far as you could tell so you were lost for ideas. “Well we all know one person we could ask.” Uncle Dean said reluctantly. You realised where he was going with this- Crowley. The King Of Hell. Marvelous.

He took out his phone and held it to his ear: “Yeah yeah look I get that you’re still upset....It was Gavin’s call...we’ve got a situation...hellhounds! Crowley, one of your mutts is going after people who haven’t made a deal...” You watched them go back and forth, trying your best to fill in the gaps as you only heard Uncle Dean’s half of the conversation.

The King of Hell himself appeared, both him and your Uncle still with their phones in their hands. He hung up, taking in his surroundings briefly. “You miss me?”

“Not really.” You mumbled, making him frown.

After explaining your case he leant his head back before sighing. “This isn’t a Hellhound this is the Hellhound.” “Which means?” Dad pressed, leaning forward in his chair. “After God said let there be light he also made other creatures...inluding Hellhounds. They were too vicious however, so he planned to have them all put down. Until our favourite fallen Angel rescued one. A pregnant bitch names Ramsey.” “And you can’t control her.” You deducted, noticing his face become slightly more stressed as he went. “No one can, Mouse. Only Lucifer.” You raised an eyebrow at the nickname. Gwen looked shocked “As in the Lucifer?” “Yeah, but he’s locked in a cage.” Uncle Dean explained briefly, no doubt creating more questions. “Oh...” She tilted her head “Good.” “So,” Uncle Dean nodded “Why’s this Ramsey after Gwen?”

“You tell me.”

Everyone turned to look at Gwen who sunk in her chair, trying her best to think back with such pressure. “Uhm...Well...I did uh, hit it with an axe when it attacked us.” You smirked a little, liking the idea of a Hellhound being hit round the face with an axe.

“Well then. We kill Ramsey or she eats her.” Crowley nodded to Gwen “Fun.”

You shared a look with your Dad, both thinking the same thing no doubt. “We?” “I have a reputation to keep, Moose. It’s no good people thinking I’m not in control. Besides, that bitches head on my wall would look rather fetching.”

“Well Hellhounds are invisible...” Uncle Dean began to explain while he took out the correct equipment from the boot “Unless you wear a pair of these” he held up a pair of glasses “made with holy fire. Or unless you’ve sold your soul and one is coming after you.”

“Me and Crowley are gonna go see if we can catch up to this thing. You stay with Sam and you’ll be safe.” “Okay.” Gwen nodded and got in to the shotgun seat. “You staying, kiddo?” Uncle Dean asked. “Yeah why not.” You shrugged, aware you didn’t have any glasses. But hey, what could possibly go wrong, right?

“Take care of her.” “Of course, Dean. Look, even if Ramsey manages to-” “You’re talking about the car aren’t you?” You broke the conversation. “Of course you are.” Dad shook his head. “Just imagine she’s uh, a beautiful woman.” “Oh God.” “A beautiful, beautiful woman.” “Stop.”

“Shut up.” Uncle Dean was beginning to lose his temper at Crowley, who repeated what he said in a deep American accent: “Shut up.” “I mean it.” “I mean it.”

“Oi!” You scare the pair of them into silence “Shut it.”

“Yes, Mother.” Crowley joked. “Do I look like a Scottish redhead to you?” You snapped, making him smirk slightly. “Who knew you’d be hunting with us, huh Crowley?” Uncle Dean asked, enjoying how superior he felt. “I’m maintaining my reputation.” “You even saved Cas.” Uncle Dean pointed out. “Only to stop the three of you moping about like old school girls.”

“Maybe we’ve rubbed off on you.”

“Or perhaps I’ve rubbed off on you.”

“Hold on, this way.” Uncle Dean gestured for you to follow.

You held a torch up, becoming aware of your blade in your back pocket. Just in case you needed it. You follow on, watching the torch light expose the sawdust as it floated about innocently. The beam followed a trail of tracks and dried blood until falling upon a body. The corpse was a few days old, he had rivers of dried blood branching into streams as they traced his bones. His skin and clothes were ripped to shreds where the claws and teeth had attacked him. You grimaced “So she dragged him back to her...” You tried to think of the right word “den?” “Looks like it. But she’s not here now.” “Maybe she’s gone for more...food? Do Hellhounds even eat...” You trailed off, glancing around as though it would help you decide what to do next.

Staring down in horror at his car, Uncle Dean threw his hands up in the air with frustration “This is why you don’t drive!” You rolled your eyes. “So...it’s over?” Gwen seemed uncertain. She’d been through a lot. “Yeah.” “Thank you.” She smiled. To everyone’s surprise and to Crowley’s disgust she hugged him tightly. You stifled a laugh at his face, watching him try not to squirm in her arms.

“Must be going.” Crowley cleared his throat when she let go.

“Crowley, wait a second!” Dad put his hand up, stopping Crowley in his tracks. “Thank you.”

You follow your family down the steps of the Bunker, your backpack feeling more heavier now than it wasn’t before. Still, you didn’t say anything. Dean picked up his buzzing phone “Cas, what’s up?” “I’ve got a lead on Kelly. She’s with Daegon, Prince Of Hell.” “What do we know about him?” “Actually it’s a her. And not much...only rumours and whispers.” “Okay well let us know if you find anything.” “Of course.”

You slid your backpack off your shoulders and put it on the floor, stretching slightly and sighing. Dad’s phone then went. “Your computer talking to you again?” Uncle Dean chuckled. Smiling a little at the comment, you were more concerned about Dad’s expression. “No it’s uh...Mick Davis.” Immediately you looked up. Why would he be calling your Dad? Was it the same reason he called you? Was he just feeding lies to the pair of you?

“Listen, Dean...Y/N...I don’t have some computer programme feeding me cases. Every job for the last 2 weeks have all come from the British Men Of Letters.”

You didn’t know what to say. Is that why Mick had called you? Was he planning on telling you about this? Does this mean your Dad would be okay with everyone working together...would you be okay with that?

“Dean, I know you hate them and Y/N I know you’ve got a past with them-”

“No, Sammy. We hate them.”

“They’re saving people!”

“They killed your daughter!” Uncle Dean shouted, reminding you more than your Dad.

“Well...Mick said they had a very good reason...Y/N I knpw you find it hard to talk about but-” “They did have a good reason. It just wasn’t their place to do it. So stop talking about it.” You warned, glaring at the pair of them. You didn’t care what they thought, you were too angry having to constantly be reminded about your sister, let alone your Mum.

“I shouldn’t have lied...I’m sorry.” Dad calmed down, his voice back to a more softer tone. “Okay.” Uncle Dean nodded. “Okay?” Dad echoed. “Do I like it? No. Do I trust them? Hell no. But we work with people we don’t trust all the time. So I’ll bite, but the second something feels off. We bail.” “Of course.” Dad nods.

Two heads turn to face you, both expecting you to provide some sort of input no doubt. You didn’t know how to feel. You were obviously upset that your own Father had lied to you...but hadn’t you lied to him? You weren’t sure whether or not to mention those voice mails...

You shrugged “Your call. I feel like Mary already knows more about them than I ever did so I’m not as useful as you probably think I am. Just well trained. They don’t tell you anything and yet they manage to teach you everything.”

“So you’re okay with this?” Your Dad asked, his eyebrows knitted together between his worried eyes.

“I guess I have to be.” “Are you, though?” He pressed.

Dad’s phone went again, he reached into his pocket and looked down at the screen. “It’s Mick.”

Uncle Dean composed himself. He nodded slowly, still trying to come to terms with how his brother had been lying to him “Well?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you for a second “Aren’t you going to pick it up?”

Part 16: Wayward Daughters

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