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Believe It or Not

Authors Note: A little one-shot that takes place during the time Castiel is human and working at that gas station. Based on the song, "Believe It or Not" by Joey Scarbury

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Last Part: The Trap

“Honey I’m home” Hunter calls out into the bunker, her boots clanking on the stairs down to the dining area. Dean rolls his eyes, Sam waving with a book in his other hand. The boys are sitting around the map table, eating breakfast. Hunter walks up behind Dean, grabbing a piece of his bacon, which causes the older man to protest. 

“Get your own,” Dean scoffs, shielding his plate from her. She just laughs, leaning on the back of his chair. 

“How’s Cas?” Sam asks, taking a sip of his smoothie before sliding it over to her. 

She takes a grateful sip before sliding it back to him, “Good, he’s good. Still going by Steve, still working at that gas station. I dropped him off at work before headin over” she responds.

“I still think this is stupid” Dean huffs, looking up at her. “It’s like we’re divorced parents here” he motions to him and Sam. 

“We all agreed it would be good for Kev to get him out of the bunker every now and then, away from bible study,” she rolls her eyes, grabbing another piece of bacon off Dean’s plate to his dismay. “I thought you liked the bunker to yourselves anyways,” she mumbles through a mouthful.

“That’s not the problem, the problem is you waltz in here and take him away like he’s a child of divorce,” Dean mutters. 

Hunter smacks the back of his head, rolling her eyes. Kevin then enters the room, with a backpack. 

Hunter smiles at him, “Ready to go?” she asks. Kevin eagerly nods his head, rushing up the stairs, and saying a quick goodbye to Sam and Dean. Hunter grins, “I think I’m the favorite,” she says in a singsong voice before following after the kid. 

She laughs as she sees him already in the passenger side, buckled up and drumming his fingers on the dashboard. As Hunter gets into the car, she smiles at him, “That eager huh?” she asks. 

“You have no idea, I need a break, I think I am going insane,” he huffs. 

Hunter rolls her eyes, and starts the car up, turning on the radio of the 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V. After a few minutes of just listening to music, Kevin starts to talk. “New car?” he asks, trying to make conversation. 

“Yeah, Cas and I bought it. Wanted to do something right instead of stealing or scamming it,” she answers, shrugging her shoulders. Kevin nods his head. That was something he respected. Hunter wasn’t the type to use fake credit cards or just take what she wanted. Even though she was a hunter, and he knew that hunters usually don’t make a pretty penny so they have to rely on scams, she barely did. She took up random side jobs to make money, to earn it right because that’s what she wanted to do. 

“Are we still holed up at that motel?” he asks her. 

She nods her head, “Yup, why you don’t like it?” she asks. 

“No, I was just wondering, you still have it for free?”

“Yeah, do maintenance around the place to keep our room, they’re happy I’m back,” she tells him. The town that she had taken Castiel to was a town she had run away to once. A place that constantly had little side jobs to pick up, along with monsters to hunt on the down low. She had run away for a year there once when she was 12. She had gotten into a fight with John, Sam, and Dean’s dad, from what Kevin understood. Sam was going away to college, and Hunter had stood up to him. So she took a bus and went off on her own, ending up in a town that had a couple of hunters who vouched for her and looked after her until she had returned to John and Dean. Even though she was so young, the hunters in the area had known her mom and dad, and respected her wishes to be left alone. They kept an eye on her and worked some cases with her, but for the most part, she was by herself. The only reason she got a motel room so young was because the owner of the motel was a hunter himself. Even back then, she would always work simple jobs like maintenance, babysitting, and dogsitting to make a living. That’s why she took Castiel to the town, it was a good place to have a new start. 

Kevin chews on his bottom lip before asking, “And Castiel?” 

“What do you mean?” she asks, quickly looking over to him. 

“Are you two…you know?” he asks. 

Hunter laughs, shaking her head, her blue eyes crinkling, “There’s no need to label anything,” she tells the younger boy. 

“I know but you two clearly have history, and he’s always looking at you like you’re the world,” Kevin answers. He had noticed on his visits how much Castiel valued her and how much Hunter cared for him. 

“You’re sweet Kev, but Cas and I are just friends. I told him when we left the bunker, after Dean kicked him out, that I didn’t expect anything in return. He’s human now, feeling and experiencing things that he never had to before. He’s confused and conflicted, and I just want him to make his own decisions, his own life. If he doesn’t choose me, I can live with that, I just want him to be happy and content,” she elaborates. 

After that the car ride is silent. After a couple of hours, they drive into town, pulling up to the gas station where Castiel worked. It was almost 8, the end of his shift. Hunter parks the car, unbuckling. Kevin follows after her, placing his hands into his jacket. Hunter walks in nonchalantly, her hands in her own leather jacket. She was wearing a crop top underneath it, with some blue jeans. Her boots clank against the tile, walking over to the slushie machine that Castiel was cleaning. Kevin watches with a small smile as she leans against the machine. 

“Well fancy seeing you here,” Kevin hears her speak, the smile evident in her tone. 

Castiel looks up at her, a small smile falling over his features. 

“Hello Hunter,” he greets her. 

“Hi angel,” she grins, “Shift almost done?” 

“I just need to finish cleaning this, and then I will be ready,” he nods at her. 

“Okay, I got Kev, so we’re probably gonna look around and grab something for dinner, anything you need?” 

Castiel shakes his head, turning to where Kevin stands and awkwardly waving at the boy. Kevin waves back, trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Alright angel, we’ll be in the car waiting,” she tells him, snapping her fingers and pointing her fingers at him. Castiel nods his head and continues to work on the machine. 

After looking around the store and picking up snacks, Hunter checks out and the two head back to the car. Kevin sits in the back this time. He made a rule for himself. Whenever he was here in town, he’d sit in the back and let Cas sit in the passenger side, next to Hunter. No one asked him to, but he just felt like it was the right thing to do. Castiel walks out of the store at around 8:30, sliding into the seat that was unspokenly his. 

“Sorry I’m late, a customer spilled a drink,” he mumbles, buckling up. 

“No problem, angel,” Hunter smiles sweetly. 

She turns on the car, music filling the silence, the song ‘Believe It or Not’ blasting. Hunter grins widely, restarting the song. As they drive off, she sings along, urging the boys to sing along with her. Kevin joins out, laughing loudly. Castiel hums softly before Hunter reaches over and shakes him, which causes a gruff laugh to fall from his lips before he joins in. 

As the three of them drive off to their motel, Kevin can’t help but appreciate moments like these. Out of the bunker and full of life. Like some sort of dysfunctional family, but he appreciated it nonetheless. How Hunter was always checking up on him, making sure he was alright. How she insisted on the Winchesters allowing him to visit them, to have a slice of normalcy. Not only did he enjoy the time away, but he also enjoyed this. Helping Castiel learn how to be human, watching him and Hunter dance around each other. It was endearing to him, how pure their love and care were for each other. Maybe after all of this prophecy business, he could have this, he thought, the car filled with laughter and screams of “Believe it or not”.

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S15 Ep9 The Trap

Authors Note: This is based on episode 9 of season 15 of Supernatural with my oc Hunter. Fun fact, she and Kevin share a kind of sibling bond, and I would love to write a little one-shot about that. I might write something next regarding their relationship alongside the bond I have Castiel and Kevin have too!

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Last Part: Moriah

Screwed. That’s the only thing that Castiel could think of right now. He was properly and utterly screwed for lack of better words. He and Dean had gone to Purgatory, Michael opening a rift for the two. They had exactly 12 hours to get a Leviathan Blossom and return. Michael had given them a spell that would trap Chuck, and with Sam and Eileen being kidnapped by God himself, the two were running out of time. Everything had gone semi-smoothly when he and Dean had entered Purgatory. They had run into a Leviathan, and he had shown them to a location where the blossoms bloomed. Turns out it was a trap though, and Dean had been knocked out, while Castiel had been kidnapped. Now, he was walking through the woods, two Leviathans grabbing his arms and dragging him down a path to Eve. There were three more Leviathans in front of him and two more behind him. Part of him wanted to fight back and escape their holds since they weren’t really tying him up or subduing his powers, but he was outnumbered and didn’t know if it would be possible to brute force his way out of this. All he hoped was that Dean had gained consciousness and made it back to the portal, escaping this place before the doors closed. 

A sudden pressure on his arms pulls him back from his thoughts. The Leviathans had stopped moving, and as Castiel looked up he saw three black-hooded figures blocking their path. He couldn’t tell who these people were, but by the way the Leviathans had acted, they weren’t on the same side. “Get out of the way” one of the Leviathan barked, the one who was leading the group. 

One of the hooded figures steps forward, speaking in a cajun accent, “Now why would we do that?” the man asks, tilting his head. 

“Because Eve commands it,” the Leviathan answers, sneering at the man, “You’re outnumbered, if you’re smart you’d turn back”. 

This causes the hooded figure to chuckle, “Head back, nah I think we like it right here. Though, if you let go of the angel, we could spare ya”. 

The Leviathans all laugh at this, one of them speaking up, “Spare us? You’re outnumbered, you really want to stand in the way of what Mother wants?”

“Oh she’s no mother to us we got our own lady to listen to, so again let the angel go,” the man with the accent laughs. 

“Who are you anyways?” one of the Leviathan questions. 

“Who am I? Little ol me? Surprised you can’t tell, though it was rumored my own kind ripped me apart huh?” the cloaked figure mumbles, taking a few steps forwards before reaching to take off his hood. Castiel’s eyes squint as he takes in the appearance of the man, realizing it was Benny, the vampire who had helped him and Dean when they were trapped in Purgatory all those years ago. 

“So you’re a dead man walking huh? I guess nothing stays dead for long” the frontman Leviathan snarls, “You think we're gonna go running just because we've seen a ghost?” he chuckles. 

“Maybe? But to be honest, Imma think you’re gonna go running because of who you threatened here, see our lady friend wants the angel safe and back home, and well you’ve gone and messed up his pretty face, and she’s not happy” Benny says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You think we’re afraid of some bitch?” the frontman asks, his eyes on the cloaked figures. 

“Buddy if I were you, I’d choose your words a bit more carefully” Benny warns, raising an eyebrow. The cloaked figure who was in the middle steps forward, placing a hand on Benny’s back. Benny nods his head to them, letting them step forward. The cloaked figure slowly tugs off their hood, revealing blue eyes and wavy black hair. The Leviathan freezes, the ones holding onto Castiel loosening their grip on his arms. Castiel however, is frozen too, taking in the sight of her, his Hunter. 

“You’re in my territory,” she simply speaks, walking forwards, causing the Leviathan to step backward, terrified of the cambion, “And you have my angel” she snarls. 

“We didn’t know it was you,” the frontman speaks quickly, urgently, “We didn’t know this was your territory” he adds on. 

She laughs at this, and even though it's a dark and dangerous laugh, all Castiel can think is how beautiful she is. How tired she looked, how determined she was. “You saw the marks on the trees, right? Or are you just not that bright? And that graveyard you defiled, that was my garden, my territory that you poisoned, that you defiled with that angel trap” she snarls. 

“Must have slipped our minds, Eve, Mother, she was insistent on capturing the angel the moment he arrived” the frontman tries to explain. Hunter stops him, holding up her hand and causing him to choke. 

“I don’t care what Eve wants, we made an agreement, this is my territory, and I don’t want your filth invading it. I told her this is my land, and to keep away if she wanted to stay in power here”. She clenches her fist, black goo foaming at the lips of the frontman, “But I see that none of that matters, she sent you here, to capture my angel”. She releases her fist letting the frontman breathe. “And I told her I didn’t want anyone I cared for to be threatened, so I suggest you let the angel go and crawl back home”. 

The frontman gasps for breath, nodding his head before running off. The other Leviathan tries to run off too, but she holds up her hand keeping them in place, “Nuh-uh” she says in a singsong voice, “I only need one messenger, isn’t that right Benny?” she asks the vampire. 

“You’re right about that” Benny grins, “I think we need to make a new garden here since they ruined your last one darlin”. 

After that, everything moves fast. Castiel still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Hunter was here, in Purgatory. When she had gone missing, presumably dead at the hands of Jack, the Winchesters and he alongside Rowena had tried every tracking spell they could to find out where she was, if she was dead or not, but they had no luck. It was a dead end every time, and with everything that happened, the boys were forced to move on, to find a way to subdue Jack and end Chuck. There was no time to chase deadends. If she was dead, they should have known. If she was here in Purgatory, they should have known. Yet here she was, perfect and beautiful and Castiel was stunned and surprised and so much more. He had missed her so much, missed the way she would smile, missed the way she would sing, missed the way she would love. She was the brightest person in the world, with a heart of gold. She was pure and kind and everyone who knew her loved her. He had and always did love her. As the fight breaks out, he punches the Leviathan on his left holding his arm. The one holding his right arm lurches forward, stumbling before kicking him down. He falls onto his face, wrestling the two Levithan before the third cloaked figure throws something on them, causing them to hiss and burn. The third cloaked figure, pulls Castiel up off the ground, quickly making a ring around them. Castiel, who was supporting a broken nose and bloody face looks around frantically, seeing Hunter and Benny fight the other four Leviathan. 

Castiel starts towards them, but the cloaked figure pulls him back, taking his hood off. “Kevin?” Castiel asks gruffily, recognizing the prophet. The last time he saw Kevin was months ago when he had escaped hell when God opened it up. That's when Castiel, Sam, and Dean found out that instead of Heaven, Chuck had sent Kevin to hell. They had the demon possessing Jake open a rift in the portal they made in the town nearby to let Kevin escape and roam the world, but somehow he was here, in Purgatory. 

“Yeah, it's me” Kevin responds nervously, his hold on Castiel tight but weak, “Listen, she’d rather us stay in this circle okay, they can’t pass it. I figure since she makes me stay in these things during fights so no one touches me, she’d want you to, as well”. 

“How are you here?” Castiel questions, his eyes leaving the boy's face to look at Hunter who had just killed her second Leviathan, “Last time we saw you, you went wandering around Earth so you didn’t have to go back to hell”. 

“Yeah, I know. It’s a long story, basically, she brought me down here, to keep me from going insane” Kevin answers, “She was fading up there, her soul not being able to remain on Earth, so she took me here with her to try and figure something out”. 

“Figure something out?” Castiel asks incredulously, “What do you mean?” he shifts towards the boy, grabbing onto the front of his shirt. 

“Listen man I don’t know, just please don’t hurt me” he squeaks, holding his hands up to shield his face. 

“Looks like your angel is mad” Benny scoffs, walking towards the two, Hunter following behind him. 

“Put him down Cas” Hunter says gently, moving to place her hands on his back and Kevin’s shoulder. Castiel looks down at her, his grip on Kevin loosening but not letting go. 

“I need answers” he growls, “Why is he here? Why are you here? Where were you? What happened” he responds in a gruff voice. 

“Shaking the kid won’t solve that” Benny calls out, causing Hunter to scoff. She meets the angel’s eyes with her pleading ones to let the boy go. Reluctantly he drops Kevin’s collar, who takes a step away from the angel.

“A lot has happened, let's talk on the way back to the portal okay? You’re runnin out of time to get out of here” she responds calmly. Castiel squints his eyes at her, not believing this is her, but motions to her to lead the way. Hunter turns to look at Kevin and motions with her head to join Benny. Benny and Kevin walk down the path that the Leviathan had taken Castiel on his way here, her and Castiel walking behind them. 

After a moment of silence, Hunter speaks up beside the angel, “It wasn’t Jake you know”. Castiel looks down at her, his brows furrowed. 

“What do you mean?” he asks wearily. 

“I mean, I saw it, you all blamed Jake, assumed he killed me..like he killed Mary” her voice falls softly, “But he didn’t kill me”. 

“Then who did?” he asks. 

“Chuck,” she says simply, “I..I was there, at the cabin, when Jack lost it. He..he fried Nick, and then I went into labor. Mary wanted to get us back to the bunker, but Jack had panicked. He didn’t want her to tell Sam and Dean…you..what he had done. I felt it, the change in energy, the baby could sense the danger..so it took me somewhere else right as Jack..” her voice cracks. She clears her throat before continuing, “The baby sent me to another universe, to give birth. Afterward, Chuck..he showed up”. 

Castiel stares down at her, his throat tightening, “He killed you?” he asks, trying not to let his voice crack. 

Hunter nods her head, her black locks bouncing on her head, “He did” she confirms, her voice breaking. “It was all a joke to him” she continues after a moment, “All of it was. He told me he never planned to let me live. That other cambion, the child, he had killed him after Dean and Sam convinced you not to. Once he got light of me, he was going to kill me too, but then I became close to his favorite toys, so he thought why not make it entertaining” she lets out a dry laugh, kicking a rock on the path they were walking. 

Castiel could feel his pulse quickening, could feel the conflicting emotions suffocating him. Of course, it was Chuck, of course, God had played with her life like everyone else. “Why?” Castiel asks, “Why kill you?” 

“Because he saw me as a threat” she answers him. “Growing up, the only ‘powerful’ thing I did was weaken the yellow-eyed demon when he had come for me to create his new generation of psychics as he had with Sam’s generation. After that, the abuse my father put me through weakened my potential, I was too scared of myself. I grew close to the Winchesters, and he enjoyed that story. Remember how he told me, that once I gave birth I would reach my potential? Well apparently that potential was becoming strong…almost as strong as him. That threatened him” she explains taking a deep breath. 

“He came to me after I gave birth in that apocalyptic universe, and he went off on a tangent. How he could never control me. How just like Jack he couldn’t watch me…he couldn’t script my story. So he settled on involving me in the stories he’d write about Sam and Dean. He gave me permission to have kids with you, just so it would happen. Another tragedy, a perfect tragedy he called it. He was so sure I would die during childbirth, but I didn’t so he had to kill me. Because someone like Jack and I, walking around with so much power, with the ability to stop him, it wasn’t allowed” she breathes shakily. 

They had finally reached the portal, Dean nowhere to be found. Castiel could hear Benny calling out to them, saying he was gonna go ahead to make sure Dean was on his way, telling Kevin and the rest of them to stay put. He could feel the pounding in his head, the ringing in his ears. He heard Dean’s voice. Not near them, but as if the man was praying to him. Telling him he forgave him, that he was sorry, that he hoped Castiel was okay. Everything was too much for Castiel. Everything came crashing down on him, and he leaned his forehead on a nearby tree, trying to calm his uneven breaths. This was really her, this was really happening. Chuck had killed her. Chuck had given them hope for a future with the intention of taking it away all for his epic story.

Hunter places her hand on Castiel’s back, her head tilting forward to look at his face, “Angel look at me please” she begs. He opens his watery blue eyes, meeting her own dull and tired ones. 

“You’re real” he repeats over and over again, “You’re here and I didn’t come and get you”. 

“Oh Castiel,” she says heartbroken, “It isn’t your fault,” she tells him gently. 

“I was supposed to protect you…I failed” he admits, his voice cracking. 

“You could never fail me, angel, you had so much more to worry about than a lost soul like me,” she says softly. 

Castiel shakes his head, his hair matted to his forehead, “I was supposed to protect you..and our kid..what happened to our son?” he asks painfully. 

“Chuck killed him too” she answers him, her eyes watering, “I don’t know where he is, but I’ve never given up. I will find a way back to you, to him” she promises. 

Castiel closes his eyes tightly, letting out a broken sob. This wasn’t fair, none of this was fair. “Come back with us” he begs. 

“I can’t” she whispers, “I go through that portal and I disappear. This is only half my soul, the other half is at rest in the Empty,” she tells him, “I can’t go back until I find a way to wake myself up” she explains. 

“How…” he begins to ask but Hunter cuts him off, “I did a little spell, something Rowena taught me, in a desperate attempt to get back to you all. I cut my soul in half, good thing I have the brightest and biggest soul in the world huh?” she laughs wetly, leaning into his side, “When Chuck killed me, I went to the Empty, but the part of my soul I ripped from my body when I was still alive, it came back here, to this universe. That’s where I met Kevin, that’s how I watched you and the boys. But I was fading, fading to this place. I was able to take Kevin with me, and every day I try to find a way to wake myself up in the Empty. Once I get that far, I’m sure I’ll be able to get back to the bunker, but for now, I just try and gain strength, try and get through the day” she mumbles. 

“I’ve missed you” Castiel admits, staring at her, letting her lean against him. 

“I’ve missed you too Angel” she sniffles, leaning her head onto his shoulder. The moment is interrupted by Dean and Benny making it back. 

“Cas?” Dean calls out. Castiel straightens up, walking over to Dean. 

“Hello Dean” Castiel greets, blocking Hunter from view, not on purpose, he was just glad to see Dean alive.

“I thought you were dead, they took you man” Dean lets out a breath of relief. 

“I let them take me, to keep you safe since I was the one that Eve wanted” Castiel explains. 

Dean nods his head before clearing his throat, “Look Cas…I…” Dean begins but Castiel cuts him off, “I heard your prayer, Dean, it’s okay you don’t have to say it again”. Dean looks appreciatively at Cas, really not wanting to have a ‘chick flick moment’ like he would put it. But the moment that Hunter steps up to stand beside Castiel, all of that is forgotten. 

“Hunter?” he asks quietly, afraid if he is too loud he will scare her away. 

“Yeah it’s me Deano” she whispers, tears stinging her eyes.

Dean wastes no time, walking over to her. He picks up a strand of her black hair, twirling it in his hands, his eyes moving towards her face, almost like he was making sure she was real, before he wraps his arms around her tightly, “I missed you Hunnie” his voice cracks. 

Hunter laughs at this, holding onto his tightly, “I haven’t heard that nickname in years” she mumbles against his shoulder. At the scene, Castiel feels guilty. He hadn’t hugged her, hadn’t even held her hand when he first saw her, too skeptical that any of this was real. Instead, he had spent all his time with her questioning her. 

As Dean and Hunter break apart, she smiles sadly up at Dean, “I can’t come with you” she tells him with a broken voice. 

Dean’s jaw tightens, and he nods his head, “I figured” he mumbles, patting her shoulder. “So I’m guessing a couple of months ago when I saw you with Jack at the graveyard, that wasn’t a trick of my eyes?” he asks her. 

Hunter shakes her head, “That was really me” she promises, “A part of my soul, it was on Earth for a bit before being dragged down here,” she explains, “I just…I wanted to show you who the real enemy was”. 

“Chuck…he was the one who killed you” Dean’s voice sours, putting two and two together. That’s why all those months ago she had appeared to him and only him, almost like a warning, to not go along with God’s plans. 

“You’re smart sometimes” she grins sadly, “You need to be going, the rift is going to close soon,” she tells the boys. Dean pats her shoulder again before stepping back, nodding his head. “Here” she mumbles, reaching into her bag, “I used a spell to make it look prettier, but I heard you were looking for a Leviathan Blossom so hopefully this works”, she takes out a blood-red flower handing it over to Dean. 

“Thank you” Dean mumbles, holding onto the delicate flower, “What are the chances we trap god and then come back for you? And you let us?” Dean asks pained. 

“It can’t happen,” she tells him sadly, “I can’t come back till I get my other half in the Empty, this is something you just have to trust me on. I’ll find a way, I always do”, she smiles at him. Dean nods his head, clearing his throat. 

As Dean says goodbye to Benny and walks over to talk to Kevin, Hunter looks back at Castiel. “I don’t want this to be goodbye” Castiel breaks the silence between them, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to fight off the pain he feels. 

“It doesn’t have to be” she calls out to him, her bottom lip quivering. Castiel reaches out to her hesitantly, before pulling her into a hug. Hunter rests her chin on his shoulder, her arms desperately clinging to him. 

“Let’s hope the next time we meet I’m whole” she whispers into the crook of his neck. This only causes Castiel to hold onto her tighter. As they break apart, Castiel looks down at her heartbroken. The nagging feeling that even if she did make it back to the bunker, whole and alive, the moment would be cut short. Dean pats Hunter’s back, saying one final round of goodbyes before going through the rift, leaving Castiel there for a moment. Castiel clears his throat, waving goodbye and thanking both Kevin and Benny for keeping her safe. He then looks down at Hunter, kissing her forehead before stepping away, forcing himself to go back through the closing portal. Once he is back in the bunker, only one thought goes through his head, how he is going to fail Hunter once again, because if she ever made it back here, he would be happy, and in that very moment of their reunion, he would leave her. The deal he made with the Empty weighed over him heavily at that very moment.

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S14 Ep20 Moriah

Author Note: This oneshot I made was based on the last episode of Supernatural Season 14. I am using an OC for this story, but if people would like, I could make another version that is an "x reader". I don't plan to make a novel using my OC but I would like to write more about certain episodes and situations that she's in and if anyone has requests I'd be open to it. I hope you all enjoy it, and I am open to any criticism, questions, or requests :)

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Dead. She was dead. Time flies by and Dean loses track of time, but that doesn’t stop him from knowing how long it's been since he’s seen Hunter and Mary. Almost every day he finds himself at that cabin. Where Jack had taken Mary and Hunter to stop Nick from bringing Lucifer back from the Empty. He sits behind the cabin, on the fallen trunk, and cries. He finds it ridiculous, that a grown man of his age sobs almost every day in an abandoned forest, staring at the unholy black spot in front of him. The place where Jack killed Mary, the place where Jack probably killed Hunter. Unlike Mary, they had no confirmation of Hunter. Rowena couldn’t track her, couldn’t even sense where she was. For a whole week solid after finding out that Mary was in heaven, that they couldn’t bring her back, Castiel, Sam, and he had looked. Searched far and wide, but with the spell placed on her so no one or nothing could track her, it was a lost cause. 

Rowena tried to reverse it, but her efforts amounted to nothing. Dean had to face the truth. Not only did he lose his mother that day, but he lost the person who he had considered a sister. She wasn’t blood, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. She had been in their life for so long. She was a Winchester. Staring at the smiting site, he smiles painfully, the memories surging through his head. She was 8 when they had taken her in, but he had known her almost the entire time she was alive. He was 10 years older than her, and Sam respectively 6 years older than her. The yellow-eyed demon had taken her mom, just like it had done to their family. His dad had agreed to work with Hunter’s father, both wanting the same thing; to kill the yellow-eyed demon. It wasn’t until she was 8, did Dean grasp the concept that not all monsters are monsters. 

Hunter was a cambion. Half human, half demon, and according to God, or well Chuck, had the brightest and purest soul to ever exist. Her mother was a demon, possessing a hunter. The thing was though, this hunter had allowed this demon to enter her body, the same way an angel needs permission to possess a vessel. Both Hunter and Dean learned later on that Hunter’s mom used to be the Queen of Hell, that after slaughtering a whole orphanage, she had fallen ill to herself. Hunter’s mom wanted to make a difference and wanted to do something to make up for all the lives she took. She would possess bodies that were already dead, leaving hell to pursue her redemption. She would hunt monsters and demons alike, and would never take a living body. That was until she met the vessel of Hunter’s mom. A hunter who wanted to see good in the world, who wanted to be shown that not all monsters were monsters. This woman would hunt alone, her family and friends having been slaughtered in the line of business. This woman had offered her body to this demon, in hopes that maybe she could do good and bring happiness back into her life. 

The demon stayed true to her word and would let every hunter know what she was. After a while, they began to accept this. The husband she took accepted this, another hunter just like her. The yellow-eyed demon had other plans though. He wanted to start a new generation of psychics like Sam, those who he just took, and didn’t ask permission for through a deal. His first victim was Hunter, when she was just 4 years old. However, his plan backfired. Without the deal, without knowing, he had tried to infect her with his blood to find out that she was immune. She was a cambion, and by trying to infect her for his cause, he had weakened himself. He couldn’t touch the kid, so just like he had done to Mary, he had burned Hunter’s mom the moment she walked into the room trying to save her baby girl. 

Once Hunter’s father and Hunter joined John Winchester in his hunts, that's when the problem started. Hunter would walk over to their motel when everyone was asleep, covered in what appeared to be burn marks and bruises, her throat hoarse. Dean would comfort her, and let him crawl into the motel bed with him whenever her father and his went off on their own. He chuckles at the memory of one specific Halloween. Her father had burned her Halloween costume, Dean promised to take her trick or treating that night. Her father and John had gone to a bar that night, and when Dean saw her, with a black eye but her head held high, his heart broke a little. His dad was tough on him and Sam, but he never beat them like this. She was too strong for her own good, with a bloody nose and calm words flowing through her mouth that she didn’t have a costume so she couldn’t celebrate. Dean had hurriedly scrouged up an outfit for her. It wasn’t much, but he cleaned up her bloody nose, made an eyepatch, and set her out trick-or-treating as a pirate. That was the night he had decided that he would protect her, that the smile she sported walking house to house in that town, knocking on doors and getting candy, that she was too good for this world. 

A year later, Dean found out what her father was doing to her. John and he had barged into their motel room, John attacking her father, Dean rushing to her side. That was the night Dean found out her heritage, for there she sat, tied up in iron bars burning her body, salt bubbling in her mouth. For once in his life, Dean didn’t see what was supposed to be a monster as a monster. He saw Hunter, and even though he thought a speck of him would care it didn’t. John explained that night to him, who Hunter was, who her mother was. After her mother's death, her father couldn’t bear the image of his wife in his daughter and thought she was some evil thing. Hunter hadn’t shown any signs of being different from a regular human, and later they found out it was because of her father's violence and hatred that stunted her to become who she was. From that day on, Hunter was family. She traveled with them, hunted with them, and after a while, she and Dean were inseparable. That was his sister, and maybe it was because they had no blood between them, but he felt comfortable enough to open up to her. She was his rock, someone so like him that he didn’t feel like he had to hide anything. The older she got, the more she looked after Sam and Dean, even though she was younger than them. 

He remembers when she left when she was 16. After Sam left for college, John was getting restless, making sure to take it all out on Hunter. She wasn’t his kid, he viewed her more as a chore. So one day he told her to leave, and she did. If Dean could, he would have taken her anywhere she wanted, but his father's hold on him was too strong. Two years later, when he and Sam had gone to visit Bobby, that’s where they found her. Dean never told anyone, but that night he had promised to never leave her side again, that no matter where he went, he was going to make sure she was there. There were ups and downs of course. More deaths happened to the three of them than they could count, but he kept that promise for the most part. A couple weeks would keep them separated but they always found themselves together for the most part. That was until Castiel turned human. Hunter loved Castiel, and the angel loved her. So when Dean told Cas, he couldn’t stay at the bunker, she followed him, not wanting him to be alone when everything was so new to him. Dean warned her and told him that it wasn’t a good idea. She was a monster and angel magnet, with her being an “abomination” as they would tell her. But she told him she had too, that Castiel deserved some peace, some guidance. He isn’t sure when, but sometime during her stay, the two had officially gotten together, and even though he thought it was dangerous; he was just happy she had found someone, someone to look after her and love her, because she deserved that. 

Dean blinks his tear-filled eyes, trying to focus on the present and take himself away from memory lane. The sun was setting, and the silver gun in his hand burned him. He had to move, find Jack, and kill him with the weapon Chuck provided. He was going to get justice. He was going to make everything right, and even though he knew that once he died he wouldn’t see Mary or Hunter again, he would be a peace. He would get justice for their mom, he would get justice for Hunter. Hunter who had beautiful blue eyes and long black hair, who insisted on taking random side jobs to make money the right way, who had the biggest heart despite her being half demon…Hunter who had been pregnant with Castiel’s baby. 

Begrudgingly he stands up off the fallen trunk, and walks to his car, speeding away to the place Chuck told him he’d find Jack. The sun is almost down when he arrives, a beautiful orange and pink coating the skies, something Hunter would have enjoyed. He approached Castiel and Jack and sat at the graveyard. Castiel tries to stop him, but Jack pushes him away, kneeling down in front of Dean. Dean can hear Sam’s voice in the background, begging him to wait, but he tries and ignores it. He points the gun at Jack, staring at him. How could he? He thinks. Hunter had looked after him when Castiel was still in the Empty before Jack resurrected him. Jack was raised by her. Sam and she were always trying to protect him, telling him that it didn’t matter what he was and that he could do good. Hunter believed in him, because if she was half demon, if she had been fated to rule heaven and hell, and pushed away from that fate, why couldn’t Jack choose for himself? It was Hunter’s heart, her humanity, her soul, that kept her from turning on Jack, and that had gotten her killed. Dean turns to look at where Castiel lies, face first on the ground. How was he okay with this? He loved Hunter, he was going to marry her. She was pregnant with his son. They were going to have a family, and even though Jack took that from him, he still wanted to protect Jack, to save him. 

It was all unfair, everything was unfair. He looks back down at Jack, who is kneeling before him, telling Dean he understands. That he is a monster. Dean’s eyes soften as he hears these words. God did he look like her. All the times in the motels when she would mumble those words. Asking Dean if she could really be anything else. His tears burn his eyes. Sam is telling him to wait, Chuck is urging him to just end it, and Castiel is sitting on the ground, pain in his gaze. When his eyes settle on Jack again, his breath catches. He lowers the gun because what he sees stops him. What he sees makes him realize, that maybe Jack can be saved. If not forgiven for what he did, maybe they could get that kid back that Hunter believed in so much. Because what he sees is Hunter. Her arms draped around Jack’s shoulders, her chin nestled in his neck, her blue eyes pleading, and her black wings shielding Jack from Dean. 

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Requests

Hi, I would like to start writing again so I decided to take some requests. I have some oneshots planned involving Haymitch and Castiel, and if anyone would like to request a prompt for me to write to help me get started that would be appreciated!

People I write for:

-Haymitch

-Castiel

-Bucky

-Aizawa

-George Weasley

More to come

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Need what they have

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Ukai and Takeda in a secret relationship bc of workplace rules; Daichi and Suga in a secret relationship because of not wanting to disturb the teams equilibrium; Asahi and Noya in secret relationship due to anxiety and everything being new; Tsukki and Yamaguchi in a secret relationship bc privacy is important; Kageyama and Hinata in a secret relationship bc they're embarassed.

Everyone so absorbed in hiding their relationships that they keep fumbling incredibly obvious clues about the other relationships.

*Tsukki and Yamaguchi, accidentally stumbling in on Daichi and Suga in the broom closet, frantically smoothing down their clothes*

Daichi: hahahaha this looks bad we were just...... uh.....

Suga: Cleaning! And I... accidentally spilled cleaner. Thats why I was helping him change.

Daichi: ....yes, that.

*Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, who stopped listening the moment they set foot in here frantically trying to figure out an excuse for what they were doing coming into the closet 20 minutes after practice*

Yamaguchi, panicking: Ok. We're here to count brooms.

Daichi, whose more concerned about getting out of this without questions and doesnt realize how crazy that is: hahha yeah there's like six.

Tsukki: Thanks.

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“he who climbs the ladder must begin at the bottom” is so so so important in haikyuu bc during ball boy arc everyone tells hinata to “learn something special” to compensate for his actions but what he learns instead is a good, solid receive - aka the basics of volleyball.

he proves that to grow you don’t need a new flashy serve or powerful spike but it is the basic receive that is the foundation of good volleyball. so yes, to become good at something you must start at the bottom even if it means embarrassing yourself in the process. only then can you truly become good.

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Tangerine

AKA a Kageyama x Hinata oneshot based off of the prompt "Person B buys Person A a special treat when they go out shopping" and the song Tangerine by Glass Animals

Tangerine. Tobio Kageyama was lost. He had never been to a festival before. The boy's volleyball club had an extra day in Tokyo after their practice match with Nekoma, so they all decided to head to a nearby event. It was a free day and as Ukai told them, they should take advantage of this time to build their bonds with one another. Stronger bonds meant stronger communication, which meant they would play better on the court. Kageyama knew this. However, as they all had sat around in the dining area that morning, discussing what they should do, the last thing he expected was Nishnoya, Tanaka, and Hinata to bring up a nearby festival that Kuro had told them about. The three were especially excitable at the concept of a city festival, even though technically they were still in the suburbs. Kageyama kept to himself as everyone agreed to attend the festival. Maybe if he would have attested, he wouldn’t be where he was right now. Maybe he could have convinced his fellow teammates to allow him to stay back at the inn. Maybe he could be practicing tossing right at this moment, instead of being swallowed up by a huge crowd. The moment they all stepped foot onto the fairgrounds, it was every man for himself. Everyone dispersed in excitement, breaking up into groups. Kageyama however was left behind, which led to him being all alone, gripping his hands in a tight fist as he tried not to allow himself to get overwhelmed. Taking a deep breath, Kageyama looks at the people around him, desperately searching for a familiar face. It isn’t until he feels a sharp tug on his cream-colored sweatshirt, does he turn his head downward, letting his tense shoulders fall as he sees the familiar mop of orange hair, the color reminiscent of a tangerine.

“Kageyama,” the smaller man starts to speak, “You look like you’re about to take a dump” he comments plainly. 

Kageyama grimaces at this, “I do not” he grumbles. 

“Yes, you do,” Hinata states simply, tugging on his sleeve again, “Come on let's go” he orders the taller man, practically dragging him through the crowd. 

Kageyama doesn’t protest. Even though it’s a bit embarrassing, he isn’t alone anymore, and he's grateful, something he would never tell Hinata. Kageyama lets the smaller man guide him through the crowd, his bright brown eyes widening at every booth they pass. He points at each one, gasping as he sees what they have to offer. Kageyama rolled his eyes at this, wondering why Hinata was letting himself get so worked up about such simple things. The energetic boy finally stops his zigzagging as they approach a booth that is offering stuffed animals as a prize. The shine in Hinata’s eyes is a familiar sight for Kageyama. It’s the look the redhead gets when he plays volleyball. It's determined, and if Kageyama knew any better, it’s a look that meant Hinata would win no matter what. Letting go of Kageyama, the shorter man digs in his pockets, finds some money, and offers it to the booth attendant. With a smirk, the booth attendant pockets the money and hands over a couple of small balls. The premise of the game seems simple, Kageyama thinks. Hit three targets and you get a small prize. Hit five targets and get a big prize. In total, you have ten chances to hit the targets, it didn’t seem unfair. He watches as Hinata makes a big scene, rolling his shoulders back and stretching his arms out in front of him. He then watches as Hinata misses every single toss. Kageyama snickers at this, watching as Hinata deflates. The booth attendant asks if Hinata wants to try again, but Hinata shrugs his shoulders, telling him he doesn’t have any more money. Of course, Hinata blew all his money on this stupid game, Kageyama thinks. If it was so stupid though, why did he find himself stepping up to the booth, digging in his own pockets, and paying for a turn himself. It was because he was competitive, is what he told himself. Even when he had made all 10 shots, and had chosen the prize that Hinata had his eyes trained on from the very start of this endeavor. 

With a bear plushie in his hands, Hinata does his best to keep ahold of the cream-colored sweatshirt of Kageyama’s and continues to drag him around the festival. The two run into some of their club members, but for the most part, the two are left to their own devices. Since the redhead did not have any more money, he seemed to stray away from the booths that required funds to participate. Instead, his brown orbs shined brightly as he took in the entire fairground, enjoying the sights and liveliness of it all. Kageyama tried to do the same, but it was all still too overwhelming for him. The best he could do was let his cold blue eyes focus on the curls of the short man in front of him, concentrating on the pressure of his hold on his sweatshirt to try and ground himself. It worked for the most part, but it still felt strange to him. Why couldn’t he enjoy this day like everyone else? Why did he always have to be so socially inept? Times like this made Kageyama insecure. Times like this made him want to be more energetic and happy like the man in front of him. But Kageyama knew this wasn’t possible. He and Hinata were two entirely different people, raised in two completely different environments. He could never be him, and Hinata could never be him. He knew that. But even though they were two separate people, Kageyama couldn’t help but feel like being with Hinata was comfortable. It was like a breath of fresh air, and it made situations like today more bearable. He was warm, like the sun, is what Kageyama concluded. Kageyama also concluded that the only reason he described Hinata like this was because of his untamed red hair, why else would he think of him so brightly?

The sun was starting to set, and Hinata was dragging Kageyama all the way back to the entrance of the festival. The day was eventful, to say the least. Not much was spoken between the two, but Kageyama did enjoy the company. It was a lot better than the alternative of being all alone today, overwhelmed and too in his head. As they were walking back, or more so as Hinata was tugging Kageyama behind him, a certain stand caught the eye of the black-haired male. It was a food stand, and the orange display is what had caused him to stop in his tracks, making Hinata fall back into his chest. Following his eyesight, Hinata smiles softly before turning his head upward, looking up at the male whom he still was backed into. 

“It’s a tangerine stand” Hinata explains, his eyes scanning over Kageyama’s features. 

“Like your hair” Kageyama states, not catching himself in time to stop the words that fell from his mouth. 

Hinata’s nose scrunches up at this, “Like my hair?” he giggles softly, reaching up to poke Kageyama’s chin, “You’re weird” he huffs out. His back still was pressed into Kageyama’s chest. The grip that he had on the man’s cream-colored sweatshirt hadn’t faltered even when he had stopped walking, so Kageyama’s arm was slightly resting on the smaller man's waist.  Kageyama scoffs at this, tilting his head down to look at Hinata. As they make eye contact, Hinata laughs, sticking his tongue out at him. This causes the blue-eyed man to roll his eyes. 

“Would you like one?” Kageyama asks him softly, his gaze moving back to the stand. The question surprises Hinata, causing him to stutter and blush a bit. 

“You already wasted money on this, it’s okay” Hinata responds, motioning to the bear in his hold. 

Kageyama tsks at this, “I don’t mind, would you like one?” he tries again. For some reason, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the orange color of the stand and the fruits it harbored. 

Smiling slightly, Hinata nods his head, slightly hitting the back of his head against Kageyama’s chest, “Sure”. 

Tangerines. As the two walked back to the entrance, meeting up with the rest of their club members, Kageyama couldn’t help but smile softly. He’s glad he had gone out with everyone today. He was even more glad to have the company of the man who was still persistent on tugging him every which way, even as they neared the end of their trip. Even when his hands were full, he still made sure to have a tight grasp on the cream-colored sweatshirt the black-haired man sported. Gazing down one last time at the curly mess of orange hair, Kageyama concludes that he really did like Tangerines. 

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Youth

AKA a Todoroki oneshot I wrote while listening to Youth by Glass Animals on repeat. This is not proofread.

Staring. Shoto Todoroki stared at people. He didn't know why. Half the time he didn't even realize he was doing it. He enjoyed people watching. Whether it be his classmates or strangers in public, watching people interact with one another was interesting to Shoto.

He would usually take note on how his classmates interacted in class. The way they laughed with one another. The way they would all become red in the face and puff their cheeks out when Aizawa would finally walk into the classroom in the morning. He would notice how Kaminari would drop his pencil at least 10 times during each lecture, too busy twirling it around in his hands and chewing on the eraser instead of taking notes. The way Midoriya would mumble to himself as he tried to figure out the answer to a particular question. How he would mindlessly draw circles on his sheet of paper when he was looking up at the teacher. He would notice how Bakugou's foot was always tapping on the classroom floor. Never loud enough to disrupt class, but it was a constant steady rhythm. Sometimes Shoto would count it, timing his taps. He would notice their pace increasing whenever Bakugou seemed stressed, only to return to their natural pace once he exhaled and closed his eyes for just a second.

Shoto saw all of this. Shoto half the time wouldn't even realize he was doing this during class. But he would. Sometimes he'd do it on purpose. If he was stressed out or worried, watching other people soothed him. Watching the way his classmates smiled at one another was enough to ground him, even if he wasn't a part of the conversations. Shoto didn't understand how he was supposed to aid in the discussions around him, so he settled on watching them. He was content with this.

It never bothered him. However, for some reason, he couldn't help but feel lost. His classmates had decided to go to the park. Well, Kaminari, Midoriya, Kirishima, Ashido, and Bakugou had decided to go to the park and drag him with them. He was silent the whole time, enjoying the peace. Enjoying just observing his surroundings. It was nice. That was until they all decided to sit down on a hill and take a break.

Across from them was a family. The mother looked awfully young as she chased her tiny son around. If Shoto concentrated hard enough, he swore he could hear the child's laughter. They were smiling and giggling. Shoto couldn't tear his eyes away from them. He watched as the child rolled around, laughing loudly and pushing his mother away who was smothering him in kisses. He watched as they played tag in the green meadow. Watched as the child fell down and the mother reached out to him, holding him tightly. He couldn't understand why he felt so sick and empty while watching them. He didn't understand why he couldn't just focus somewhere else.

"Todoroki, are you okay?" Midoriyas voice reaches his ears.

Shoto turns towards the green-haired boy. He takes note of how concerned he sounds, how his green eyes are wide and worried. That's when Shoto realizes he's crying.

"I'm fine, thank you" he responds cooly, wiping at his face with his hands.

"Are you sure?" Midoriya asks, his gaze softening as he looks back at where Shoto was concentrating earlier.

Shoto didn't know when he had started crying. When he had started to look so lost, but it was evident that the people around him had noticed his change in demeanor.

"I am, sorry for worrying any of you" he responds, quickly glancing back at the family. He watches as the mom holds her child close to her chest. The way her white hair flows around her in the wind causes something to stir within Shoto. For a split second, he sees himself and his mother. Letting his mind wonder if that could have been his life, his youth if his father wasn't in the picture. If he had been born without his damned fathers' quirk.

Shaking his head, Shoto takes a deep breath before focusing back on his classmates. He ignores the family and focuses on the people around him instead.

Shoto enjoyed staring. He loved to people-watch, but at that moment, he wished nothing more than the ability to not let his eyes wander, and to be a part of the conversations that were occurring around him. Maybe then the family he just saw would fade away, leaving him not as empty and lost as watching them made him.

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Could I Be a Hero?

Chapter 4

Eventual OC x Bakugou

TW: Child Abuse

Summary: Nanashi walks into the mock battle not knowing what she wants.

Words: 745

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Overwhelmed. Looking around at the chaos ensuing, she feels frozen in place. The mock battles had started. The fake villains rolled along the pavement, pieces of robot flying around as the students competed to get the most points.

Nanashi however hasn't gotten a single point. She doesn't know what to do. After months of training alongside All Might and Izuku, of trying to figure out if trying to secure a place in UA was for her, she was so sure this was what she wanted.

At first, she thought about the idea that maybe she had said yes to all this because Izuku was the first person to show her kindness. She felt like she had to repay him, and seeing him want something so bad, she decided she would help him accomplish his goal. But the more she hung out with the green-haired boy, the more she wondered what training to be an actual hero would be like.

She was raised by her mother to fear quirks, to fear herself. Her mother had told her multiple times growing up that if she used her quirks she would be no better than a villain, no better than her father AFO. She hated that. She was just a child, and the constant torment stuck with her even now, 5 years later.

She was so sure she wanted this. To train beside Izuku, to grow strong with him. She was so happy that she finally had a friend, someone who brought out the best in her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt inclined to be herself. But did she really want this? She could still support him from afar. She didn't have to become a hero to still be his friend.

But there was this nagging feeling in the back of her head. A feeling that made her want to scream and throw up at the same time. She was trained to think that heroes were bad. That quirks shouldn't exist. That she shouldn't exist. Growing up, any mention of heroes, any use of her quirks, it resulted in pain. So why now, after all of that was she trying to do something she was taught not to do.

A scream brings her out of her thoughts. Turning her head she sees the big 0-pointer robot. The fake villain President Mic had said to avoid. It looked like one of the contestants had fallen over, the gigantic robot closing in on them. In an instant, she was sure they'd be crushed.

Before she could even think about it, she was running forward, toward the big villain. Activating her quirk, she runs up to the person, sliding in front of them, and stretching her hands vertically up towards the sky to make a blue shield. The 0-pointer steps on them, the shield shaking at the force. Making a fist, she makes a pulling motion, her blue chains shooting out of the ground and straining against the force of the robot, wrapping around its legs and trying to pull it back. Grunting, she balls her fists even tighter, pulling even harder until the 0-pointer starts to fall backward, crushing several other robots that were behind it.

Taking a deep breath, her stance lowers, her chest rising up and down fastly. Looking behind her, she sees the person she had helped. It looked like they had gotten injured, which caused them to collapse in front of the 0-pointer.

"Thank you," the person huffs, holding their chest tightly, "I thought I wouldn't make it" he laughs awkwardly.

That's when Nanashi realizes something. She did want to be a hero, for this exact reason. She wanted to help people. Growing up as she did, she had wished for a hero to save her sooner. She had wished that the people she went to had listened to her instead of dismissing her because she was just a child.

A loud horn rings out throughout the battle arena, signifying that the mock battles are over. Standing up, she offers her hand to the stranger, helping them stand. She did want to be a hero. She wanted to save people, people like herself. In that moment as she helps the injured student she saved, she makes a promise to herself. If she gets into UA, she'll make sure to save as many people as she can, in hopes that it could make up for the amount of lives her family name has taken.

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Could I Be a Hero?

Chapter 3

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Eventual OC x Bakugou

Summary: Nanashi and Izuku are finally ready for the UA Entrance Exam. However, Nanashi wonders if becoming a hero in training is what she really wants to do, or if it is just Izuku's dream she's trying to push for.

Words: 1522

Author's Note: I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! I haven't written anything in a hot minute, so this story is kinda of a project to get me back into writing. Hopefully, it works. Have a great day!

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She was smiling. He was finally getting through to her. Nanashi still wouldn't tell him the truth, but she knew that he knew something had happened to her.

She had told him how All Might had saved her. She had told him that she was afraid of her quirk, and even though he didn't know why, Izuku offered her his support.

It was the day before the UA entrance exam. The two had grown closer. They were nervous and spent the whole day hacking away at the beach All Might had told them to clear.

She was still nervous about using her quirk, but she was getting stronger. She was coming home excited, and Hiroshi was excited for her. Before Izuku she was quiet. She wasn't passionate and her eyes were void of light. She had no goal, nothing she wanted. But she wanted this.

She didn't know if she was working this hard to become something she was afraid of because she wanted to, or because she wanted to make sure Izuku became what he wanted.

She knew the psychology behind two is better than one. She thought about giving up, playing along only to motivate him, and then failing the exam on purpose. But the more she hung out with this boy, the more she realized, that maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

That maybe she could become a hero like All Might. Someone her past self needed earlier in life. Maybe she could be that for someone else.

"Are you ready for tomorrow Izuku?" she asks him, turning towards the boy beside her. She knew calling someone by their given name was personal, but she didn't have a last name, and in the past 5 years she only ever used given names. She had apologized to him and told him she'd work on addressing him formally, but he had promised her it was no issue, and that he truly didn't mind.

"I hope so, I hope I am ready to take on All Might's quirk," he tells her nervously, scratching the top of his head.

"You will be" she offers him comfort, smiling softly at him.

The two then continue to work on the beach. They don't get any sleep, but by the morning they finish cleaning it. All Might seems happy with their progress and offers Izuku a lock of his hair, which contains his quirk. The two then bid him farewell and went their separate ways to get ready for the day.

Nanashi races home that morning. She slams open the door to the restaurant, apologizing for the ruckus. She then bids good morning to Hiroshi. Quickly, she races up the stairs to their living area. She quickly showers and gets ready for the day.

To take the entrance exam, Nanashi had to apply for a special program, which allowed her to complete all the tests she needed for admission. Since she didn't go to school, she had to ensure she passed these exams with flying colors. Luckily she was smart. Before Izuku, she didn't really have anything to do except follow Hiroshi around, and for the past year, manage the restaurant with him. This gave her plenty of time to read, which is why the tests didn't cause her any problems, and with Izuku by her side, anything she had a question about, he was able to help her.

Putting on a black shirt and some jeans, she goes back into the bathroom to brush her hair. Staring into the mirror she sighs. Was she really going to do this? She was starting to doubt herself. Looking into the mirror she only saw her mother and father. What would her mother think if she saw her at UA? The woman wasn't a part of her life anymore, but she couldn't help but feel like she shouldn't be doing this. She was raised to be afraid of herself. To fear her own quirk just because of who her father was. Could she really be a hero?

Taking a deep breath, she tucks her blonde bangs behind her ears, gripping the porcelain of the sink and trying to ground herself. She was okay. She didn't have to live in either of their shadows anymore. Taking one more deep breath, she straightens herself up, nodding at her reflection before leaving the restroom.

She exits the living area, walking down the stairs to the restaurant. "Are you ready?" Hiroshi asks her softly, making eye contact with the teenage girl.

"I hope so," she tells him honestly.

"You've got this," Hiroshi reassures her, "You can do this, I know you can" he smiles at the young girl, ruffling her hair.

Nanashi nods her head before waving goodbye to Hiroshi. It takes a bit of time, but she navigates the streets and the train station, to make it to the entrance exam just in time.

Entering the grounds where the UA entrance exam was being held was surreal. Walking through the gate and towards the room where the orientation was held, she tried to calm her growing nerves.

"Name?" an older man asks her as she walks into the building.

"Nanashi," she says simply, looking up at him. The man then scans through a couple files before handing over the file with her name on it.

"All your instructions and materials are within the packet, take a seat anywhere you'd like," the man tells her gruffly. Nodding her head, she scans the vast amount of people in the room. It was a lot, and quite frankly it overwhelmed her quite a bit. However, she spots a familiar head of green hair and audibly releases a sigh, a grin overtaking her features.

"Hi," she taps Izuku on the shoulder as she reaches where he is sitting. Right next to him was a blonde-haired kid who looked quite uninterested. She recognized this kid to be the same one who got caught by the sludge monster months ago.

"Hi!" Izuku responds excitedly, grinning widely at Nanashi.

As the two settle into small talk, Nanashi notices the blonde kid roll his eyes and groan, tapping his pencil irritably on the table. It's only when President Mic starts talking do Izuku and Nanashi quiet down.

As President Mic explains the rules of the mock battles they'll be doing, the blonde-haired kid speaks up, "I see they're splitting us up so we can't work with any of our friends".

Nanashi looks down at her own card as Izuku does the same thing. Peering over his shoulder, she realizes that they are in different groups for the test, "Yeah. You're right. Our examinee numbers are one after the other, but we're assigned to different battle centers" Izuku responds to the blonde kid. Nanashi leans her head onto Izuku's shoulder trying to look over at the blonde kid's card alongside Izuku.

"Get your eyes off my card," he snaps, pulling his card away from their vision, "Damn. I was really looking forward to crushing you Deku" he spits out, leaning back in his seat.

Nanashi rolls her eyes. Whoever this kid was she wasn't liking his attitude. Moving off of Izuku's shoulder, she looks back at the screen that President Mic was using to present the mock battle and how it would work. He mentioned something about there only being 3 types of robots but the picture showed 4 types. The order he went in, she assumed the fourth one was worth nothing, due to the descending number of points the other robots were presented in.

As President Mic continues to talk, a hand shoots out from the crowd. A man with blackish/bluish hair and square glasses stands up after being called on. He claims that since there were three types of villains on the screen and not four, UA had given them an exam with a misprint on it and that such a highly prestigious school shouldn't be prone to mistakes like that. He then commented on Izuku, calling his hair unkempt and rudely pointing out his muttering, telling him if he wasn't going to take the exam seriously he should just leave.

This annoyed Nanashi. Standing up, she raises her hand. President Mic calls on her, "You have something to add little lady?"

"The fourth villain is worth 0 points, isn't it? I mean why would you tell us to go after something that isn't worth anything, it would seem like a waste of time since it's clearly labeled on our papers" she plainly states, her voice appearing to be monotone.

The kid with glasses tenses and takes a seat as he confirms that Nanashi is correct. Sitting back down, a sly smile takes over her features. Soon, President Mic's spiel is finished and all the contestants are asked to head to their designated battle zone.

"You've got this Izuku," Nanashi tells him, gripping his bicep softly, "I'll see you on the other side". She then stands up and starts to head towards her battle zone. With every step she strays from Izuku though, she starts to question whether or not this is what she actually wants.

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Could I Be a Hero?

Chapter 2

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Eventual OC x Bakugou

Summary: Nanashi has been training with All Might and the green-haired boy for a couple months now and does some self-reflecting.

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It's been a couple months. Nanashi and the green-haired boy have been working hard with All Might to grow stronger. Nanashi has learned the boy's name is Izuku Midoriya. That's all she has afforded herself to learn about him though.

She doesn't know how to make friends. She's only ever had one, and he's no longer a part of her life. Communication doesn't come easy for her. After being saved, for a whole year she didn't even talk. She couldn't talk. The opportunity to have friends never presented itself. Hiroshi took her in, but since he was an active hero that meant a lot of moving around.

So as she sits in this diner with him, she wonders what would happen if she just opened up to him. Would she scare him? Would he look down at her and call her a monster? She thought she was a monster.

"Your quirk is really cool" Izuku mumbles through a mouth full of food.

Cool. Not scary, not villainous, but cool. If only she could tell him that it was a product of her damned father. If only she could tell him the truth. The quirk she was training with was a lie. She told him it was a form of telekinesis. That the blue chains she could create, the shields she could create, the way she could hold objects with her mind, it was all one quirk.

If she told him the truth, he would call her an abomination.

People weren't normally born with multiple quirks. If they were, their bodies usually became pretty unstable, the energy and pure power in the individual's body becoming too much to handle. However, there were exceptions. For example, Nanashi was the first person to be born the way she was in over 50 years.

If her quirk had to be narrowed down to one, it would be identified as energy. The energy in her body is what fueled her powers. Using too much of her quirk exhausted her. It could put her in a coma or physically hurt her body. It was the result of the quirks her father had used when he was with her mother. She was born with a mutation, a very rare one. It didn't kill her miraculously, but sometimes she wished it did.

Broken into subcategories, she had technically 4 quirks. She had her shield quirk. This quirk allowed her to put up a shield around her body or somebody else's. It was the quirk she was born with. As long as she either touched that person or had a piece of their DNA, she could make the shield. It always fully encased the person like a bubble and put a blue orb around them. Her second quirk that she got at the age of 3 was blue chain. She could create a blue chain that would come out of the ground or a wall to wrap around someone and pull them back or keep them in place. When she turned 5, she gained the quirk telekinesis. She had discovered this quirk when she was 6 and had awoken from a nightmare. The last quirk she had was something she wasn't proud of. Something that connected her to her father.

To Izuku, all he knew was her first three quirks were something she categorized as a type of telekinesis. An evolution of that original quirk. She would never tell him the truth, she was sure of this. Because for once, having somebody beside her was nice.

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Could I Be a Hero?

Chapter 1

Next Chapter: link

Eventual OC x Bakugou

Summary: Nanashi is AFO's daughter. Though she has never met her father before, she knows who he is and what he has done. Growing up Nanashi is afraid of herself and her quirks. She doesn't trust heroes except for All Might and the hero who had taken her in, Hiroshi. Both had saved her from her past and gave her a new life. She doesn't think she'll amount to anything, that is until she meets a certain green-haired boy.

Words: 1715

Authors Note: This story will definitely be a slow burn. It will be a collection of oneshots that revolve around the MHA world and main story points, basically inserting my OC into the story. I hope you enjoy :)

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Ruined. That is the first thing that pops into Nanashi's head when some middle school boys push her into a fountain. She was just taking a walk, trying to clear her head when she decided to take a new route. She had heard of a middle school nearby called Aldera Junior High. She herself wasn't in school, but she had always found joy in walking past them, seeing people her age be normal. She should have known better.

She had recently moved to the area. Hiroshi, the strength hero, had gotten permission to go on leave for a bit. This allowed them to settle down instead of hopping from place to place. He had decided to go back to his home and reopen a restaurant that was under his family name. He had given Nanashi the option to go to school, but she had no interest. School was for normal people, and she was not normal. A few kids would show up at the restaurant and pick on her, something she felt she deserved. If she had known that these bullies would have been here at this school, she would have never walked past, never allowed herself to have hope for even a second.

Her clothes were soaked, and the ingredients she had bought for the restaurant were scattered all over. As the annoying laughter of the kids grew distant, she picked herself up, wringing out her long black and white hair. Kneeling down, she begins to pick up her belongings in silence. That is until a hand reaches out, helping her. Her red eyes look up, taking in the green-haired boy.

"Those are mine," she tells him dryly, not wanting more confrontation.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was just trying to help, I wasn't trying to take anything from you" the boy responds, his arms full of the flour and sugar she had dropped when she was pushed into the fountain.

She looked at him blankly, cocking her head to the side, "Helping?" she asks confused.

"Yeah, I saw them push you into the fountain, I wanted to make sure you were okay," he states concerned.

"Well I'm okay" she states plainly, standing up with the items she collected in her hands.

"Good! It's just...I know how it can be, do you need help getting home?" he asks.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was soaked and he was holding both the sugar and flour, she would have said no. But she had already preserved all the ingredients, and if she took the flour and sugar into her wet hands she would ruin them. She had already come this far, it would be a waste to not accept his help, especially considering the bags had broken.

The two walk side by side in silence. Every time the boy tries to talk to her, she doesn't respond properly. It makes her nervous, she isn't used to talking, especially not this much. As they make it back to the restaurant, she invites him in. Upon walking in, Hiroshi takes notice of Nanashi and the boy.

"You made a friend?" the older man asks, sizing up the green-haired boy.

"No, I took a walk and was pushed, he offered to help me" Nanashi states, setting down the ingredients on the bar. After unloading her arms, Hiroshi notices her soaked clothes.

"And who did this? Was it those stupid kids that always come in here, I swear to god..."

"I'm okay" Nanashi interrupts him, nodding her head firmly.

Hiroshi clenches his jaw, sighing loudly, "Okay, okay".

He then turns to the green-haired boy, "Thank you for helping her, this area hasn't been exactly kind to her ever since we moved in a year ago," he sighs, taking the items from the boy's hands, "You're welcome back anytime okay?"

The boy with green hair nods his head and goes to leave, not wanting to bother the two anymore. Nanashi watches as he walks away.

She doesn't see this boy until a week later. She's on another walk, making sure to avoid the school this time. She's listening to music and humming quietly to herself. That is until she sees a crowd of people gathering. Curiously, the red-eyed girl makes her way over to the commotion. It was probably another villain attack, she thought.

Squeezing her way to the front of the crowd, she notices a couple pro's trying to fight back a sludge monster. Squinting, she notices the monster seems to have taken someone hostage, and her face grimaces. Just another day, she sighs. It always seems like something's happening. That quirks are growing out of control and the crime in the area is increasing.

She starts to turn around, praying that hopefully, they save whoever got stuck in the villain's path. She isn't one to gawk at these things. She hates paying attention and thinking of the what-ifs in these situations, it's better to just keep walking. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees someone run into the commotion. At first, she thinks nothing of it. It's only when she hears his voice that she freezes.

It's unmistakenly him. The same boy who had stopped to help her after she was pushed into that fountain. The same person who continued to walk her home even when she seemed disinterested in him and made it appear that the whole social interaction was forced out of her.

She doesn't know why she stops moving. Why this complete stranger who she doesn't even know the name of elicits this type of reaction out of her, but she can't walk away. Maybe it's because he was the first person to show her kindness after living in the area for a whole year. Maybe it's because when he was walking her back to the restaurant he had told her he too got bullied since he didn't have a quirk.

She wished she didn't have a quirk. She wished he could see how lucky he was. Wished she could exchange lives with him, or at least give him her quirks and erase her own.

Everything would have been simple if she was quirkless. If she wasn't an anomaly.

She didn't understand what he was doing. He was quirkless, why was he running into the fight. Turning around she sees him throw his bookbag, sees him desperately try to save whoever the sludge villain took hostage.

She doesn't know why she does it. It's been 5 years since she's used her quirks. 5 years since she tried to forget who she was. Since she gave herself the name Nanashi in hopes that she could just be anonymous, just be forgotten. It's what her name met, she wanted to be nameless, to just not exist. To forget about her past.

But she can't stop her feet. She doesn't even know how she started moving, but she started to run after the green-haired boy. And for the first time in 5 years, she uses her quirk. She grabs onto the boy and yanks him, activating her shield quirk and engulfing her, the boy with green hair, and whoever was in the sludge monster. That's when she sees All Might step in, knocking the sludge monster back and freeing the captive person. All three of them fall backward, Nanashi's shield quirk still engulfing them in a blue circle.

Once All Might had detained the sludge monster, reporters and the police swarmed the crime scene. The kid that was taken by the villain was being praised, while the boy with green hair was being told off. She didn't understand it. He did something that not even the pro's did, even though he was quirkless.

As he starts to walk away she follows him. She doesn't know why exactly, but she felt like she had to talk to him. They round an alley and she watches as the kid who was trapped approaches him. He doesn't seem very appreciative and then he walks away, that's when she makes herself known.

The two stare at each other. His green eyes looked back into her red ones. She clutches her hands into fists, trying to figure out what to say. When she speaks, her voice shakes.

"What you did was very brave," she tells him, bowing her head.

"It was reckless," the boy says softly, "I don't have a quirk, I couldn't have done anything..." he starts to beat himself down.

"It was brave," Nanashi repeats, interrupting him, her voice shaking but a bit more firm, " You acted like a hero, I...I wish I could give you my quirk, you'd make better use out of it than me" she states.

"Thank you for helping me" is all he responds with.

He turns around and starts to walk away. She panics, trying to scramble for words when she notices him, All Might.

She knows All Might. Know's him personally. He had saved her when she was 10. The only hero alongside Hiroshi who would listen to a sniveling child. When it came to finding her a new home, All Might had been an option, but it would have been too dangerous to follow the number one hero around, which is why Hiroshi had taken her in. She knew about All Might's secret, knew about what her father had done to him. After leaving her in Hiroshi's care, he had made it a point to check up on her every now and then. He and Hiroshi were the closest thing that she considered family.

And here he was. Offering the quirkless boy his power. All Might turned around noticing her, smiling at her softly. Slowly she approaches the two.

"You should," she says softly, kneeling down next to the boy, "You should become a hero".

His wet green eyes look up at her, curious and inviting. She doesn't know why she says what she says next. Maybe it's because she wants him to accept All Might's offer. Maybe it's because she wants to add his name to the slim list of people she actually thinks deserve to be heroes, but at this point, she would say anything and do anything to repay his kindness.

"Let's become heroes".

And for the first time ever, she thinks maybe she could actually do this.