#and yes this ignores the general rule that dogs live much shorter lives than humans

[raikirikiri]

rewatching the final arc of og nart and two things:

1. pakkun and the rest of the hounds didn’t need anything to track sasuke and naruto’s scent which leads me to believe that kakashi has made sure his hounds know his kids’ scents just in case he’s not paranoid or anything no why would you suggest that he’s very normal!!!!!!!! he has no reason to ever be afraid of losing the people closest to him!!! pfft he’s fine it’s just a safety precaution!!! ahem, anyway. yeah i think he has his hounds memorized their scents as soon as kakashi passes them during the bell test.

2. pakkun will never not treat kakashi like his pup. sure, kakashi is the pack leader and they defer to him but that’s pakkun’s baby boy. he pretty much raised kakashi after sakumo died and yes, he listens and he follows pack law but that does not mean kakashi isn’t his pup anymore. not even when kakashi is hokage, he’s always gonna be his stupid little pup with no fur. he doesn’t care if kakashi is in charge of the village he will scold him in front of the townspeople if it’s warranted and kakashi will sit with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs and his head down to receive his tongue lashing. he’ll even let out a little “stooop pakkun, you’re embarrassing me!”

“well you should’ve thought of that before you left this morning and didn’t wash up after breakfast.”

pakkun is papa pug and that’s his pup right there

[holylulusworld]

Man's Best Friend with Benefits

Summary: A killing spree brings the Winchesters back to St. Louis, Missouri.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!Reader; Familiar!Eric x Witch!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Familiar Portia, Spencer

Warnings: angst, language, characters death, mentions of murder/sacrifices/witch stuff in general, jealousy, tension, smut, unprotected sex, light dom!reader, light sub!dean, woman on top , a hint of cockwarming

Kinktober special: Dom/Sub

A/N: Yes, Eric is Eric Northman from True Blood. I couldn’t imagine a better vampire to turn into a familiar. I just liked his black leather style, and it matched the readers style.

Divider by @writeyourmindaway

Kinktober 2020

“Why again do we have to help Portia?” you had better plans than to sneak around a cheap motel in the middle of the night. “What does she want at a place like this? Shouldn’t she with her witch?”

Your familiar purrs, rubbing his head against your calf. “Hey, only as you and that dog had a thing going on years ago doesn’t mean you can drag me out here in the middle of nowhere to stalk her.

Your familiars’ neck hair gets erected when he senses danger to Portia. His reaction is to transform into a human form to burst through the door.

You follow him silently, shaking your head at his bad manners.

“Great idea, Eric. Just storm into a room only to meet the barrel of a gun,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Tell me again why I let you stick around,” you round your familiar, ogling his ass before you slap it harshly. “Yeah, you’re eye candy.”

Playfully you slide your hand over the gun aimed at Eric’s head, tutting the hunter who looks at you confused and bewildered. “Hey there, pretty boy. My friend and I were looking for a friend of a friend and I think you found her.”

“The dog?” The shorter hunter lifts a brow, still not lowering his gun. “Why would you look for her? Is this a conspiration?”

“Let her go,” Eric snarls, stepping closer. He ignores the gun, rather bumps his chest against the hunters. “I know you wanted to hurt her.”

“Eric,” Portia’s soft voice calms the angry familiar but, he won’t budge. “You must protect Y/N, not me.”

“Protect who?” The hunter asks, glancing at you. He’s giving you a once over, a dirty grin on his lips. “I’d like to protect you too, sweetheart.”

You snicker, patting his shoulder before you turn your attention toward Portia again. “Don’t hurt yourself, pretty boy. I’m here to help a friend, not to find a new bodyguard.”

“That’s what the guy is? Your bodyguard?” You don’t reveal your true nature or that Eric is so much more than a bodyguard. ��Alright. Who are you and what do you want?”

“I’m Y/N, that’s Eric, my bodyguard,” you slide your hand over the hunter’s shoulder, keeping an eye on the taller man who seems to be calmer. “Portia is the friend of a friend. He’s missing her and called me.”

“Don’t even think about it, hunter,” you hiss at Eric’s words, giving him a warning glare. “He stared at your ass.”

“Many men stare at my ass, Eric. Stop causing trouble. We are all friends here, right,” you smile at the hunter who’s more interested to drink your outfit in than to shoot your familiar.

“I like her outfit, is all,” he’s cocky, you give him that. “Never saw a girl combine leather pants with a skirt and combat boots. I like it.”

“Dean, don’t,” the other hunter groans but Dean looks at you like a needy puppy, and you chuckle, patting his cheek. A low whine leaves his lips, and you know, he’s not a threat to you or your familiar.

“It’s fine.” You press your lips to Dean’s ear, licking it to force another whine out of his throat. “I’ll tell you a secret, Dean.”

“You will?” Dean’s voice is hoarse when you place one hand onto his chest, slowly drawing circles with your index finger. “Really?”

“I’m wearing leather jeggings, not pants.” Patting his cheek, you turn your attention toward Portia. “Now come with us and stop bugging hunters with our problems. If you need help, ask your kind.”

“Your kind?” Dean pants, eyes glued to your face when you wave your finger at Eric who slowly stalks toward you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Show him, Eric.” You click your tongue and Eric turns back into a black cat. He’s glaring up at Dean who sneezes immediately. “You see, Portia is worried about her friend James.”

“We already heard about it, sweetheart. He turned into a full-time witch cop or something,” Dean grumbles, sneezing once again. “Can he turn back? I’m allergic.”

“Aw, poor hunter,” you coo, running your fingers along Dean’s neck. “Just relax. Look into my eyes and stop sneezing.”

“What the…?” Eric snarls. “It’s gone…aw-crap. No…no fucking no,” Dean jumps backward, aiming his gun toward your head this time.

“Now, that’s not nice, pretty boy,” you purr, giving Dean a soft smile. “Guess the cats out, Eric.” Your familiar groans, turning back into human form. “Yes, Dean. I’m a witch, just like your friend James. Unlike the blood-thirsty black magic slaves, I prefer to use my powers to…well…”

“Kill people?” Dean asks, hating he started to like you. “I get that, witch.” He’s unlocking his gun, ready to end your life. “Pity. I liked your outfit. Shame to ruin it.”

“Gosh, why are all hunters into killing me?” you dip your head, lips formed into a pout. “I’m not killing people. You can call me karma witch.”

“Karma witch?” You picked Sam’s interest. “What does that mean?”

“I’m a punisher if you want to call it like that,” you waltz toward Dean moving your hand to his gun to lower it. “When a witch breaks a rule like using magic in public or killing one of our kind, I’m there to punish the bad boy…or girl.” Dean shivers when you slide your nose along his neck.

“You’re like a witch cop or something?” You laugh at Dean’s choice of words. “I mean, witches kill people all the time.”

“Not in my town, cowboy. We have rules here. Not all witches live in the past. Nowadays we prefer not to sacrifice virgins or eat hearts.” Shuddering Dean looks at you when you start to laugh. “You should see your face, Dean. God, he believed I ate hearts, Eric.”

“I did, once or twice,” Eric grumbles, looking at Portia who tries to turn everyone’s attention back toward the problem she came for. “But I was a vampire back then.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean curses, eyeing your familiar warily. “What is that thing? A familiar, a man, a cat, or a vampire?”

“Let me explain before we come back to Portia’s problem,” Sam nods, mesmerized by your presence.

“Go ahead before I kill Mr. black leather cat over there,” Eric hisses, close to showing Dean his teeth and claws. “Come on kitty, give it to me good.”

“Don’t tempt me, hunter. I’ll rip you apart with my teeth,” Dean grins at Eric who dares not to move closer to the hunter when you snap your fingers.

“Enough, Eric. Where are your manners? Stop the peeing contest and concentrate on the task at hand. Portia needs our help, we will help. Now let me tell the hunter your story and we can all go to James and find out if he did what everyone believes.”

“Do you purr when she crawls your ears, kitty boy?” Dean mocks again.

“Well, at least she crawls my ears,” Eric smirks, licking his lips lazily. “She’s the best at crawling my ears, hunter boy.”

“Alright,” you snap your fingers to turn Eric back into a cat. “Time out for you, Eric.”

“I’m sorry for my brother,” Sam shrugs. “He can be like a toddler when he’s jealous.”

“I’m not,” Dean grits out. “Kitty boy started the war.”

“Back to the story,” you pick Eric up, gently rubbing his back. “Eric used to be human, but he got turned into a vampire centuries ago. He lived like that, always hiding in the dark until he met a girl, she was special, but it ended in his death. I found his lost soul in the ether. A place where go if the big guy up the hasn’t decided where you end up. Eric did shitty things during his time as a vampire, but he sacrificed his life to save people.”

“I still don’t like him,” Dean looks at Eric in your arms and he swears, that cat just grinned at him when you crawled its ears. “Look at his face.”

“Anyways, I was looking for someone else. I needed answers but the soul was hiding from me that night. I found Eric, he was lost and just wanted to know where he’ll end up. Heaven, hell, the big empty.”

“I get it. The anticipation of death is worse than death itself,” you nod, smiling as Dean understand Eric’s feelings.

“I used a binding spell to bring his soul back and carried him in my chest until I found his body. I couldn’t let him stay a vampire, so I used a powerful spell and turned him into a familiar.”

Dean smirks, looking at Eric who stretches his body. “…and now he’s your kitty boy.”

“Dude, can you just not,” Sam sighs, shaking his head at Dean’s antics. “We should try to help James, Dean.”

“He’s a witch, Sammy. No one forced him to dive into that shit. James did it on free terms. If he’s in trouble, it’s his fault.”

“Why can’t you see not all witches are evil?”

“You see, here’s the thing…witches…” Dean clears his throat, “…not real fans, sweetheart. No offense. I’m sure you and Mr. kitty boy are nice but…”

“Moments ago you wanted to go for a wild ride with me, Dean,” you purse your red lips, mischief in your eyes. “Pity you are afraid of strong women. Such a shame,” you slide your hand over his chest up to his shoulder to grip him tightly. “I could’ve shown you there is a good boy inside of this cocky hunter.”

“Good boy,” Dean sweats. His Adam’s apple bobbles and you can see the curiosity in his eyes. “I…I just…”

“Back to James, Portia. Tell me everything on our way to my apartment. I don’t think you’ll find help among hunters,” you hold out your hand, smiling when Portia trustingly places her hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here…”

“Why are they here?” Eric hisses. His eyes narrow and you can feel the tension getting thicker anytime Dean grins at your familiar. “We could’ve solved the case without their help.”

“They know James better than I do, Eric. Let’s listen to Portia and decide later.” Portia nods, clearing her throat before she finally gets the chance to tell you about James and his nightmares.

“Well, something’s been happening to James. It started with headaches, screaming sounds in his ears, nightmares. He’s unable to sleep, think or work. I had hoped you can find a way to help him.” Portia continues, tells you he saw the murders before they happened. Your eyes meet Dean’s, and you know he believes James is guilty of murder.

“Sounds like someone tries to use his powers against him. I had a case like five years ago. A young and powerful witch suddenly dreamed she’s hurting her husband. One night, it happened for real. Everyone believed it was her slicing his throat open, I didn’t,” you explain, opening your spellbook. “There is a spell to plant memories into the person’s memory.”

“Wait…you mean, well shit,” Dean falls onto your favorite armchair, glancing around the room as you recite the spell and how it’s done. “So, someone is influencing James to make him look like a killer.”

“Exactly, Dean. You’re such a smart boy,” Dean swallows thickly. His pants feel too tight out of the blue and he needs to cover his ‘little problem’ with his hands. “But not anyone can use the spell. It must be someone powerful.”

“Your choice was bad, Spencer,” you slide your witch killing blade out. “Eric, bring James and Portia out. This is my game.”

“Little witch believes she can kill me,” Spencer cackles, throwing his head back. “I will kill you, Y/N. No one is more…” You use your powers to slam Spencer into the wall. Suprised he gasps when you hold him there. “Impossible.”

“No, sweetheart. This is my fate, you know. With every punishment, my strength grows. I’m a woman on a mission. We used to be powerful, graceful even. Now, look around this town. Rotten to the core,” you sigh. “I will end you fast. That’s more than you deserve.”

“Y/N,” Dean gasps when you ram the blade into Spencer’s chest, ending his life painless.

“He deserved to suffer, but that’s not my style, you know,” Dean nods when you step away from Spencer, chanting a spell. “His soul, I’ll send it to the empty. The place where angels end and powerful creatures like me…”

“Why are you here Dean?” you smirk, watching Dean walk into your apartment. He’s unsure, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Does my good boy want to stay a little longer?”

His green eyes sparkle when you close the door, leaning against the wood to give him a once over.

“I…what you said…I…fuck…I mean. It was incredibly hot when you ordered me around,” you nod, stepping closer to Dean. He’s eying you warily when you slide your leather jacket down your shoulders, throwing it onto the couch.

“I want you in your underwear in 60 seconds. I’ll get something and if you are not in your boxers on my bed, I’ll get angry,” you purr, sliding your hand over Dean’s chest. “60 seconds, pretty boy…”

Dean pants, looking at his watch when you walk into the bedroom, wearing nothing but your panties and a bra. His cock twitches in interest when you slam the door shut.

“Don’t worry, Dean. Eric is not here tonight. I gave him a week off to do what familiars do.” You dip your knee into the mattress, eyes trained on Dean’s face when you slide your hands over his thighs.

“God,” you enjoy the groans leaving the hunter’s lips when you crawl between his legs, looking up at Dean. “I…I never gave up control before.”

“Just relax, Dean. I will not do anything you don’t want to. I want you to tell me your safe word,” Dean laughs nervously but he manages to choke ‘Impala’ out. “Impala got it. If I do not understand the word, say ‘red’ and I stop.”

“Okay…red. I get it,” Dean watches you run your hands over his chest. Anticipation taking over he moans, wanting to feel you touch him where he needs it the most.

“Look at you, already wanting it to end,” you purr. You grip his waist, leaning over the hunter to place a soft kiss above his belly button. “Just enjoy, Dean. We will only have sex tonight. No crops or the things I like to use.”

No woman ever touched Dean like you before. He’s putty in your hands when you crawl up his body to kiss along his neck, leaving little love bites.

“You smell good,” he nervously chews on his lower lip when you press a searing kiss to his collarbone. “Is that cream, perfume?”

Your lips wrap around one nipple and Dean looks at you wide-eyed. Licking around his other nipple you smirk as you can feel his erection press against your belly.

“Such a good boy. You’re so hard for me, baby.”

“Hard,” Dean pants. “All for you, Y/N.”

“All for me tonight, Dean. Now just enjoy and let me have you,” nodding eagerly Dean watches you hook your fingers into the elastic of his boxers. You drag the fabric down his body, a seductive smile on your lips when his cock springs free.

You throw his boxers over your shoulder, smiling when Dean looks down at you. On your knees you crawl back toward Dean, never breaking eye contact. “Shall I -erm, do anything?”

Shaking your head, you lean over his body, pecking his lips before you open the drawer of your nightstand to get a bottle out.

“For sensitive skin, baby,” Dean huffs when you crawl back between his legs. You unclasp the bottle, adding some lotion onto your hand.

The hunter’s eyes never leave your face when you grasp for his cock to gently run your hand up and down his length. You swipe your thumb over the tip, earning a deep growl when you dip your head to let your tongue take over.

“You taste good, but I want you…now,” Dean nods eagerly, cock already twitching in your hand. “Do you want me to fuck this nice dick?”

“Yes,” the hunter chokes out, looking at you, pleadingly, desperate. “Please…”

“Good boy,” you crawl back up his body, straddling his hips to rub your soaked pussy over his dick. “Feel this? That’s all for you, Dean.”

“Oh-god,” wetness coats his length and Dean is close to losing his cool when you raise your hips, gripping his cock with one hand to line him up with your dripping entrance.

You take him in, inch per glorious inch but it’s not enough for you. Your hands grasp for his waist when you slam down the last inches. Dean gasps, feeling your walls clench tightly around him.

“You feel so good, Y/N.”

You dig your knees into the mattress, lean forward over Dean, and rest on your elbows. His eyes search your face when you still your movement to feel his length press against your deepest point.

“Fuck,” you slowly rock back and forth. “You make me feel so full.” There is a cheeky grin on Dean’s lips when you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him fiercely. The hunter relaxed underneath you, just taking what you are willing to give.

“My pleasure, ma’am,” Dean smirks when you let go of him to grip his shoulders, now bouncing up and down on him. “Can I rub your clit, sweetheart? I’d like to make you feel good.”

“Not tonight, baby, I want you to give in,” you grab his wrists, pin them over his head with your powers when you start to move faster on top of him.

Dean moans your name when you rock your hips faster and faster until he can only give in and fall back against the pillow.

“I…I…oh-god,” Dean whimpers when you clamp down hard onto his length, squeezing him almost painfully. “Y/N,” cum fills your belly and you whisper ‘good boy’ earning a deep growl from the hunter.

“I must say, you live up to your reputation,” you fall onto Dean’s chest, panting heavily. “Do you want a shower or cuddles?”

“Will you call me unmanly if I say cuddles?” Grinning you peck his lips, before you rest your body on top of Dean’s. “Uh-erm, I’m kinda still inside of you.”

“I have a thing for cock-warming. You’ll get used to my kinks,” you smirk at Dean when you lift your head to meet his gaze. “Oh-yeah I almost forgot to tell you that Sam invited me to the bunker and I thought this would be a great opportunity to get to know you better…”

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[fightevilandthengetblownup]

OT3FIC: Sheepdog

18 -  gift approach creepy cap catch repulsive glasses plan  

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If Jack Crawford rolled up the drive in the big black car of his, he would think it was his biggest birthday ever and that Will had found him the very best present - all gift-wrapped in a shiny, black Impala bow. Three of the high level ‘criminals’ that constantly circulated the agency were sat around his kitchen table playing some card game that was half Go Fish, half Uno and used Monopoly real estate cards instead. He’d sat down to play earlier and excused himself with a head ache within ten minutes to go to the front lounge with a sigh instead.

“They still playing whatever game that is?” “Yeah. I... What even are the rules of that game? How do they all know it?” “I’m not sure, you’d have to ask Jo.” “Did they play it together as kids?”

“So far as I know, they only met as adults actually.” Grey replied, shifting in his spot on the couch to raise his arm around the top of Will’s shoulders as Will sank down beside him and leaned into the open space. As he rested his head back against the other’s shoulder, the empath could almost immediately feel the headache fading away.

“What? I thought-” Will mumbled the words out, before reaching a hand up to rub at the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Aren’t they related, somehow?”

“Well, family for Jo isn’t exactly blood-related.” “Oh?” “You’ve met Bobby, right? He’s like a dad for her but he’s not her dad-dad. Same as Sam and Dean, they’re like her brother’s but they aren’t actually related to her in any way.”

Will nodded a little bit, sinking into the nook of the other’s side with a quiet sigh. “I just thought they must have been related somewhere along the line.” He frowned a little, tugging his glasses off to rub more thoroughly at his nose. “Or at least grew up around one another.”

“I think they just learned the game through Bobby, he was in all their lives early on.” Grey replied, shifting a little and then moving his hands towards the his head, and Will let out a quiet groan as the shadow began massaging gently through his curls. “They...they aren’t so bad as their first impression might give off.”

“You mean Dean isn’t a jerk who makes comments to Jo about two guys on the go at once?” “...He said what?” “Don’t worry about it, Jo already punched him for it.” “Oh good. But yeah, Dean might be a bit-” “Of an asshole-” “Yes. But he’s not so bad. He is very... protective of Jo.”

“Jealous bastard.” Will muttered under his breath, leaning his head back into the other’s skilled hands with another sigh as the tension he could feel building at the back of his head disappearing with each rub of the other’s fingers over the area gently. The moment Will had shook the other’s hand, the hunter had crushed his palm, flexing the strength more than was necessary for such a hold, and that the very next thing had been for the hunter to let go and spin about to talk to the blonde and completely ignore his existence had been odd. On top of that, had been how blank a slate the hunter had felt like in that small handshake - almost as silent as the shadow brushing his hand through Will’s hair, and Will had had to fight down a shudder from how silent it had felt. Only a few humans had felt like that in Will’s passing, and usually those were the kind that he ended up with his gun held out towards them.

The empath sighed again, reclining further into the warm embrace and touch, feeling the twitch in his forehead of the oncoming headache before adding, “Sam seemed okay - nice enough, it’s just... He’s so loud.”

“What?” “He’s loud, so very very loud.” “I..didn’t hear any voices raised?”

“Not that kind of loud, ma douceur. He just fills the air with his self.” The empath muttered, snuggling in closer as the last of his headache faded away and he turned under the other’s arm with a tiny frown. It had been almost so strange that the first handshake with the taller hunter had been just as silent and quiet as his brother, all calm and quiet and soft, and Will had almost thought it was just a family trait or his never having met the men. That was until Will had sat beside the hunter for the one and only round of their strange card game that they all began, when within two minutes he’d felt the headache starting from just how loud the feelings of happiness, excitement and joy as well as an undercurrent of pain that poured out of the tall man as he held an almost blank look towards the table or the smallest of smiles so different to the rush of emotions that Will could feel coming out of him. “Sam just bleeds all over the place.”

Grey looked confused for a moment, and Will tipped his head back to look at the other as he kicked his feet up on the other end of the couch to watch the confusion and then comprehension cross the blue eyed man’s face. “He does?” The other sounded surprised, an eyebrow raising curiously, “I always found Dean to be the loud one.”

“And you always say Jo’s quiet-” “I mean, not always.”

Will found himself laughing at that, shaking his head as he paused to hear the sound of laughter bouncing from down the hall in the kitchen, a tiny frown forming as he heard Jo’s high and light in a way he rarely heard until she’d been home for over a day from a hunt - and yet she was already within an hour of getting home. A tiny flicker stabbed at his stomach thinking it over until her felt two fingers probing and smoothing over his forehead and eyebrows.

“Don’t worry about it,” Grey said quietly, continuing to smooth gently over the other’s forehead, and then pressing a kiss to the space after a moment. “They’re just.. it’s a world no matter how much we try, we’re not going to understand or fit in.”

“But-” “It’s out of our grasp, Will. They grew up in their little secret world, and they’ll keep living in it even if they do other things with other people.”

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The man was completely blank. Blanker than blank - Will was used to blanks after being around the shadow and his psychiatrist, but this man read as completely nothing at Will’s approach. Absolutely nothing came off of him, and if the man hadn’t been walking and talking, Will would have thought him dead.

Will had held a hand out to shake, the manners his mother taught him still there  - the little voice that sounded like her that said they might not have much money and the roof over their head could be taken from them, but no one could take away their manners -  despite the years and years of issues and problems and anxiety that such touching had caused in his childhood, and felt a shudder run down his spine when the shorter British man had rebuffed the greeting with a sneer.

There had been something inherently repulsive to Will as he watched the man talk - the way he’d twitch his hand out as if to reach towards the shadow, the looks of disdain that were sent his own way whenever Grey’s attention would be pulled away from the suited man, and the way the moment Jo’s blue car pulled along the drive way the man was gone - as if Will had been privy to only a tenth of what was going on, and the way Grey’s shoulders had slumped on occasion at some veiled word or phrase or other had set Will’s teeth on edge. If he’d been any more like Jo and less non-confrontational, he would have found himself shooing the man off of their front porch the moment Grey’s arm had jerked downwards as if in pain away from the man at one point.

He’d not brought it up with the shadow afterwards, the way the other man had scurried inside rather than wait outside to greet the blonde and help with the grocery bags full from the trunk was signal enough that whatever it was Will had walked up the drive with the dogs from their walk to was something unusual and uncomfortable for the man.

It wasn’t for a few more days that Will managed to ask quietly if Jo had any clue as to who the man was and what may have affected the other so much that Will knew just why he had felt the way he had.

“You’re sure he was British? Had an accent and everything?” “Yes. Was wearing some black suit and shirt, and kept trying to touch Grey.” “He didn’t manage to get inside did he?” “No? He just, uh, they were just talking on the porch when I got home.”

“Well good, I didn’t want to have to get the smell of sulfur out of here on his account.” Jo had hissed the words out, her hands clenching in a tight way that Will only saw when talking about Hannibal Lecter or Jack Crawford, before she sneered with a look almost similar to the same as the British man had had himself. “If he’s ever ‘round again, can you tell him to shove an iron rod up his arse until it disappears.” Jo’s voice took on a mocking of the man’s own accent briefly, horrible and hilarious sounding, but Will couldn’t find it in himself to laugh at it.

“Of course, ma deesse, but who was he?” Will reached a hand out gently to placate her, and pulled back entirely at the sheer swarm of cold fury that was thrumming through her, what had felt like a general buzz of annoyance before was translating as pure hatred the moment he had touched her skin. “Jo-”

“That was fuckin’ Crowley.” “...That was Crowley?!” “Yeah, the fuckin’ piece of trash disgustin’ foul motherfuckin’-”

“Jo!” Will said again, reached out again now he was prepared for the feeling of hatred and repulsion that would rush through him the moment he touched her, shaking her should a little before the blonde silenced herself with a scowl. “I’ll tell you immediately the next time I spot him.”

The cold rage continued to run through the other, and Will almost felt sick from how much was filled and hidden under the soft smile and gentle ‘thank you’ he received from the blonde - her face nothing but genial and kind compared to the rolling fury underneath; and rubbing her shoulders and neck gently before suggesting they take the dogs for a walk, Will filed the information away to ask the shadow about just why Jo was so mad the next time.

---

The sun was sharp overhead, and Will was thankful for the dappled shade that the oak tree provided as he lifted the hoe up again and began on the next row of digging and troweling. Reaching a hand up, he lifted the front of his cap and wiped the sweat that was collecting from his brow with a huff. It had been hard work thus far, yet he was working just as hard as the blonde with her cut off shorts and the shadow that was working harshly to pull the dead tree root out of the ground a few feet over where the next vegetable bed was planned for.

“Well looky here! What a group of cuties you’ve got here, brother!” The cheery voice appeared out of nowhere, and Will dropped the heavy wooden end of his implement down upon his foot in surprise as he span about to stare towards the tree the voice came from. The dark haired woman let out a laugh as she stepped forward, her boots far too formal and fancy for the dirt of the farm and her outfit better suited for a runway than the country. “Oh look at the new one! Cupcake, did you catch this one too?”

“Shada, good to see you.” Jo was the first one to reply, but made her way towards him instead of the newcomer as the other man made his way across to the brunette. “Here to help with the garden are you?”

“Not in the slightest! You’re all so dirty and sweaty.” “Sometimes that’s fun.” “He sure looks fun!”

“Shada, please stop eyeing off our boyfriend.” Grey cut over whatever Jo might have replied with, reaching the woman and bringing her in for a quick, brief hug. “Will is not yours to oggle.”

“Well, he should wear a shirt and not look so ruggedly handsome.” Shada replied, a smirk on her face as her eyes ran over Will in a way that made him want to hide behind the slight amount of cover that Jo could provide, shifting to the side and covering half of his front with the blonde in a single move. “Awwww don’t hide!”

“Shada!” Grey’s voice was loud as he snapped back at the woman, tugging on her arm to turn the woman away from the pair. “Stop being-”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop!” “Good.” “I just wanted to come meet your new human, brother.” “Well, you could be politer about it-”

“Oh very true!” The woman chirped back before Will blinked and she was gone from the spot near the other, and not even a foot away from him right before Jo, and smiling up at him. “Well, I’m sorry - it’s nice to meet you, Puppy, my name’s Shada, Grey’s favorite sister.”

“Pu-puppy?” Will stammered the word out, tilting his head to the side and pulling Jo closer in front of him between him and the new woman with a frown. She seemed amused by the move, but the fact he couldn’t pick up much off of the woman, Will wasn’t surprised to hear she was like Grey - the faint amusement clear but little else.

“You’re goin’ with Puppy?” “Yes, Cupcake, you’re all about baking and he’s all about those dogs!” “I mean...”

“Jo! Don’t give her an inch with that!” Grey’s face was almost entirely red as he approached, giving a disapproving look to the blonde as Jo shrugged a shoulder at him, and Will struggled to keep up with who was saying what and to whom. “Shada, please, his name is Will and you should remember it.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I Will.” Shada’s eyebrow quirked up alongside the edge of her lips in a small devious smirk before she turned back to her brother entirely and began bringing up something about some other sibling needing a hand or a guiding hand or something. Whatever it was, they turned and moved away while Jo turned in his arm and laughed at the peculiar look on his face at just how like a warm breeze the female shadow was - there in an instant and gone quite as fast.

---

This was him. The moment Will saw them from across the bar, he knew immediately who it had to be. The slight roll of menace but an underlying playfulness coming off of him directly purely towards the blonde made it abundantly clear between that and the description he had heard several times from the pair that this? This was the other brother.

Will had always been told to have an exit plan on the off chance he ever encountered the dark shadow. Ever since Jo had looked over his shoulder and isolated over five of the cases Will had been brought in on and failed to locate the killer on, both shadow and hunter had known it would be only a matter of time before he crossed paths with him. He’d thought that the best strategy was to remove himself from the situation, to back away and hope to avoid being noticed. And always have an iron knife in his boot.

However standing there, staring across the other side of the bar from where the blonde had her head thrown back in a laugh and he could see the hand reached out covering hers on the bar top? Will only followed one of those planned elements at all.

Stalking around the end of the bar and sidling up behind Jo, the empath slid his arm around the waist of the blonde woman as if there was nothing amiss and turned his face to look in her direction even as he kept his eyes looking out the corner towards the other man and the twist of a sneer that was forming on his face.

“Ma deesse, you didn’t tell me you’d be out tonight?” “I had to meet with another friend earlier and then I ran into-”

“Ah yes, your friend here?” Will asked, the question sounding not at all question-like as he turned to stare at the other man who was looking down his nose at him with a look of disdain on his face. He slid his hand more firmly around Jo’s waist, pulling her back against his front firmly and around to cover her stomach possessively. “I haven’t had to pleasure to meet you yet. Gray isn’t it?”

“Oh, have you been telling your new dog about me, sweetie?” The dark haired man smirked a little, his eyes following Will’s hand for a moment before they went entirely towards the blonde’s eyes instead. “Or is it the runt telling stories?”

“I-” “I don’t need either of them to tell me about you, you’re making yourself famous in my work.”

“Am I now?” The shadow almost seemed to want to laugh, though it came out more of a sneer as Will shifted his grip and turned to press a kiss against Jo’s head for a moment when she’d tried to interrupt. As much as he loved when Jo spoke and would talk back and tease, he didn’t care in that moment looking down the other shadow that he’d walked in the footsteps of. Will could not have the man that had done such destruction and horror, the bloodshed and depraved acts, anywhere near his angel without wanting to remove them as soon as possible. “And what exactly do you do, dogman?”

Will felt his own lips twisting into a dark grin in response as he moved his other hand to cover and pull Jo’s hand from under the other man’s, the feral look and shadows of the bar making the pair of them match in the dim lighting.

“I hunt men like you.”

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the longest tag game ever

rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

i was tagged by @eliotsbambi (thank you so much!)

tagging: idk pals 20 people is A Lot sooo… how about @queerenbian @icanneverbesatisfied @whatcha-gonna-do-about-it-huh @imthehoneyyourethebee @butlinislin @secretschuylersister @genesis-of-a-warrior @smhfoggy (I hope it’s okay that I tag you??) and anyone else who wants to do this! (Ignore me if you’ve already done this or don’t wanna do this, btw!!)

the last…

1. drink? Water

2. phone call? @queerenbian, last night!

3. text message? My mom. She sent me a picture of my niece 😊

4. song you listened to? I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Ears and None On My Fingers by Fall Out Boy

5. time you cried? Last night because of my leg lmao

6. dated someone twice? Yes, I was stupid enough to do that with more than one person. 10/10 do not recommend.

7. kissed someone and regretted it? Hahahahahahaha. Yes.

8. been cheated on? Yep.

9. lost someone special? Yes.

10. been depressed? For about a decade.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up? I’ve never thrown up while drinking. I feel like I’m going to pretty much every single time lol, but I never do.

favorite colors

12. Purple

13. Black

14. Rainbow (shut up don’t tell me how to live my life)

in the last year, have you…

15. made new friends? Yes!

16. fallen out of love? Nope.

17. laughed until you cried? Yes 😊

18. found out someone was talking about you? Lol I don’t have any friends IRL so no

19. met someone who changed you? Everyone you meet has the ability to change your life.

20. found out who your friends are? Already handled that in high school lol.

21. kissed someone on your facebook list? Yeah, my fiancé lmao

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life? All of them. I have like 100 and most of them are people I’m obligated to be friends with in there. I don’t like people lol.

23. do you have any pets? Three cats (McGee, DiNozzo, and Abby) and a bearded dragon (Charlie). We’re hoping to move out of our apartment and into a house soon so that we can get a dog, but Barney wants a small one and I want a big one, so gods know we’ll probably end up with two lmao

24. do you want to change your name? Maybe, but I don’t know if I will.

25. what did you do for your last birthday? I went to work lol.

26. what time did you wake up? Today? At 6:01am without an alarm, because my body just knows that’s when it’s time to wake up lol. Except I didn’t have work today because of the holiday, so I went back to bed and got back up at 9am!

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? Laying in bed desperately trying to fall asleep.

28. name something you can’t wait for: My best friend of a decade, who currently lives on the opposite side of the country from me, is coming to visit at the end of this month ❤

29. when was the last time you saw your mom? Two days ago!

31. what are you listening to right now? I’m currently watching Untold Stories of the ER, so I’m listening to that. I’m also wondering what happened to question number 30. Poor 30. Someone took it away.

32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Not to my knowledge, no.

33. something that is getting on your nerves? WHEN PEOPLE DON’T USE THEIR FUCKING TURN SIGNALS.

34. most visited website? I’m not even gonna check to be sure. It’s Tumblr.

35. hair colour? Currently? A Mess™

36. long or short hair? The horrible in-between place.

37. do you have a crush on someone? Yes–the (unfortunately fictional) loves of my life, Matt Murdock and Jessica Jones

38. what do you like about yourself? I’m too tired to take anyone’s shit anymore.

39. piercings: I had my ears pierced when I was younger but we found out the hard way that I have an allergic reaction to silver lmao, so we had to take them out. They’ve since closed up, but I always think about getting them re-done.

40. blood type: Not a clue. I hope it’s alien.

41. nickname: Mika, Mickey. Lala to all the smol humans in my life, Kayla to most of my family. And my fiancé calls me Bunny because I scrunch my nose like a rabbit a lot (my glasses never stay up lol)

42. relationship status: Engaged to be married!

43. zodiac: I’m a Leo and I take that very seriously.

44. pronouns: She/her and they/them are what I put in my bio but literally, y'all can call me anything.

45. favourite tv show: Supernatural, Parks and Rec, Glee, I’m gonna stop there before I list 50 lol

46. tattoos: I currently have four and I’ve drawn about ten more.

47. right or left handed: I’m ambidextrous but I mostly use my right hand because it’s a right-handed world.

48. surgery: Just my wisdom teeth.

49. piercing: (This is a repeat question, so lemme tell you the one I want instead?) I wanna get the Monroe piercing but every time I’m like “yeah I’m gonna do this!!” I chicken out lol

50. sport: I don’t play any, but my stepfather takes ice hockey very seriously, so I was kind of raised into it. Go Devils.

51. vacation: I recently went to Cape May, NJ!

52. pair of trainers: … w a t?

more general

53. eating: Food.

54. drinking: Consumable liquids.

55. i’m about to: Get yelled at for being a smartass about the previous two questions, probably.

56. waiting for? My life to begin.

57. want? A really cool rock.

58. get married? The ring on my left hand says “I sure hope so, buddy.”

59. career? Gods, I just want to perform.

60. hugs or kisses? Both is good.

61. lips or eyes? BOTH??? Ahhh. Uh, eyes.

62. shorter or taller? There are benefits to both.

63. older or younger? (As long as it’s legal) in my opinion, it doesn’t matter.

64. nice arms or nice stomach? Let us not objectify people’s bodies. All bodies are good bodies.

65. hook up or relationship? Relationship. I just need to let y'all know that that word was literally already typed out for me in the question and I still had trouble spelling it.

66. troublemaker or hesitant: Bit of both.

67. kissed a stranger: Nada.

68. drank hard liquor: My fave lol

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: MY LIFE

70. turned someone down: Yes.

71. sex on the first date: I mean,,, I don’t recommend it to anyone but it worked out for me. ALSO, ONLY IF CONSENT ON ALL SIDES IS A GO.

72. broken someone’s heart: I don’t really know if anyone ever loved me enough to have their heart broken when it ended.

73. had your heart broken: Yes.

74. been arrested: No lol

75. cried when someone died: Of course.

76. fallen for a friend: Too many times.

do you believe in…

77. yourself? I try to.

78. miracles? I believe that the universe works exactly the the way it’s supposed to.

79. love at first sight? Sure.

80. santa claus? I wish.

81. kiss on the first date? If all parties involved are willing and comfortable.

82. angels? I believe in real-life angels. People who are too good for this world.

other

83. current best friend’s name: Mollie

84. eye colour: Hazel(ish)

85. favourite movie: Rocky Horror Picture Show, A Nightmare Before Christmas, Deadpool