awaken, awaken

[darlingshane]

Make me choose: anon asked Frank shirtless or Frank in a hoodie

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hereticdefied‌ // rowena:

“Careful, I might enjoy that.” —

     Airy chuckle and lascivious gaze that raked over his form, nonetheless she had the sense to move out of his immediate grip. Nathan couldn’t kill her, for several reasons, but Rowena had no particular desire to test his resolve. Turning away, she moved to a nearby tea-set, ensuring she did not lose sight of him in various strategically placed reflective surfaces. — “Tell me dear, how do you think Ramsey would respond if you crushed my throat? I can practically smell the testosterone radiating off you, but as I understand it, she’s still the alpha of the pack. I wonder how your masculinity tolerates being submissive to a woman?”

“only alpha i got is crowley.” the hound grumbled, lips drawn in tight, breathing slow & only slightly faster than ordinary. ramsey might be his mother, she was the oldest hellhound & he was grateful to be born, but he didn’t answer to her - nor did most of the other hounds. crowley didn’t like her, she didn’t like crowley - they had a mutual understanding like that. “crowley would lock me up for a week, then he’d thank me. you & i both know that.”

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hereticdefied‌ // rowena:

— Why use a knife when a tongue can be twice as sharp?

     Dropping the weapon, but not sheathing it, expression turned to a smirk as she regarded the hellhound. “Hardly threatened by your paltry version of masculinity.” — Petite form slinks and slithers, a snake concealed under batted lashes and pretty lips. Coy tilt of her head, and though she’s looking up at the hound, she relinquishes no power. “Besides while my son still values the love of his mother, you’ll have to put those considerable muscles to use elsewhere.” — Taunting words accompanied by slim fingers come to rest on his bicep, a touch that could be a caress were it not so threatening.

entire being filled with the urge to kill - to rip & tear through her small form, the hound took a deep breath. it would be all too easy killing her & selling it to crowley as self-defense, something nathan had had no influence on - he’d had no other choice, nobody trusted rowena less than crowley did, but it would pain their king, as did her presence. either way he lost. “only use i’ll put them to is your throat.” the hound hissed under his breath, arm twitching under her touch - as did the muscles in his face as a growl rippled through him.

[hereticbound-a]

@hellfurred

— “I’m not sure I like the way you’re looking at me, pup.”

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ignoring that only crowley was allowed to call him pup, her reaction to his presence was entertaining & part of him felt he was doing this for his master. he suffered, clearly, with his mother around & nathan couldn’t do anything to help him. 

“scared of a little pup, then? too bad i’m not goin’ anywhere & you’re not gonna be alone with our king again, ever.” he would glue himself to crowley’s side if he had to, endure a hundred punishments just to ensure she couldn’t hurt him again.

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protectxthem· // jack:

Jack felt honored knowing he was one of the few who saw this form of the hound. It was nice to look at. The hound form of him was cool to look at, but if Jack had a choice he’d pick human form. The palm on his cheek had him trying to lean into it. His greying eyes looked at Nathan to indicate he was listening.

When he was rolled onto his side he coughed up the blood, body shaking a bit involuntarily. His body stopped shaking when he felt Nathan’s forehead against the side of his head. The feeling of Nathan touching him slowly bought him comfort, much like meeting an old friend for the first time in a long time. It made his fading blueish grey eyes water and when Nathan told it was time to go once & for all, that broke the dam he was trying to keep up.

He hiccuped and smiled, blood staining his chin. 

Go willingly.

Why did neither of them think about that? It made sense. Each time he died he did put up a fight somewhat. His fingers curled and uncurled as he lifted his hand up. The Immortal put it in Nathan’s and squeezed it. “T-time to go home.” He whispered.

over the past couple of months he’d grown fond of the man no matter how annoyed he felt that he’d keep getting away with dying & slipping through his fingers again &again. watching a human die was something ..it was personal, intimate & special to him despite the many deaths he’s witnessed (and caused) over the course of his life. jack had never been rude to him & while he’d always struggled and fought he’d never actually hurt him.

he’d outsmart him, he’d run & hide - but he’d not tried to kill the hellhound chasing him through the city & he appreciated that. jack never failed to die with a joke on his lips & a little smile. it was different this time. he was upset, scared & for the first time since they’d met nathan saw a softer side to the man &he felt something he hadn’t felt with any human before. he somewhat held him &cooed quietly. “let go now, i’ll find you again.”

jack would wake in one of the cells in hell, tied to the rack & one of crowley’s minions would wield a blade in front of him. every human soul in hell went through that process, jack would be no exception - other than that there was a hellhound waiting for his time to sneak in.

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protectxthem· // jack:

Each time he inhaled his blood would squirt out of the hole in his chest. He was dying and he knew it; maybe this time he’d stay dead. Hell didn’t seem so bad.

But what did he know? He was there long enough for his body to heal before he was dragged back to earth.

At least this time he’d go out knowing he tried to do something good. He just hoped the little boy was alright. His breathing hitched each time he tried to take in some air. He inhaled through his nose and the smell of sulfur made him grin. It was time for his favorite game once more and if he was right it was his “favorite” hellhound.

Jack flashed his bloody teeth at the man kneeling by him. Albeit the hound was in human form Jack still knew it was the same one. The hound had a distinct smell, it wasn’t bad just different.

“Time for our favorite game of fetch, huh?” He laughed trying not to choke on his blood. “I got..” He swallowed which was a mistake on his end because the blood in his throat made him want to puke, but it hurt too much to move.

“only few humans ever saw this form.” the hound hummed, a palm against jack’s cheek, turning his head so he was facing him. he was long done tearing the man apart & dragging his pieces along. they were past that, in all honesty - nathan felt somewhat bonded to the man. the human who wasn’t human. he’d never run into an immortal human before. one who could die, but would awaken again shortly after. demons were different, they were simply invulnerable to most methods - they wouldn’t die & come back. jack was special, not even their king knew why.

words obviously hurt him, he really didn’t need to suffocate, so the hound rolled him on his side& put his forehead to the side of jack’s head. “it’s time to go, once & for all.” he held out his hand, maybe if jack went willingly - maybe that was the trick.

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it was time.

there was a special place reserved in hell, one only few people would ever see &nathan was the one with the duty to fill that cell once & for all eternity. only it wasn’t that easy, which crowley had failed to inform him about. or maybe he hadn’t known, but the man he was supposed to fetch was … he was different. there was something strange about him, something he couldn’t explain. but whenever he caught him & dragged his soul down to hell - he would suddenly vanish & when nathan came back, he would find him alive, his body repaired & his soul seemingly intact. it was the craziest thing he’d ever seen. he couldn’t explain it, he really couldn’t, but he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he didn’t bring crowley that soul.

today was the fourth time he’d try & if he didn’t succeed again this time.. he didn’t know what else to do. he came on two legs for the first time, he found him on the floor bleeding heavily & knelt by his side. “last words? ‘cause this time you won’t escape.”

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[deanmoth]

#hot

[violadvis]

I don’t want a chance to escape. I want pancakes.

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[protectxthem-deactivated2019102]

CHARACTER ||·AESTHETICS

↳ Nathan The Hellhound & Jack Harkness

And I know you hear their voices (calling from above) And I know they may seem real (these signals of love) But our life’s made up of choices (some without appeal) They took for granted your soul And it’s ours now to steal

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[annaabner]

[lindamarieanson]

- It is what it is, I guess.