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yanderestarangel · 28 days

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Will there possibly be any more Tio Miguel O’Hara au???

𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ┆ 𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 - 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘

꒰∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ ── Hi guys, I remembered I have a blog, hehe:3

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ "Before you, silence and emptiness for me were like an open, painful wound that stained my clothes a calloused, uncomfortable red. But with you, silence became just a space to be filled with your laughter and ethereal presence. My thoughts turn to you, my sweet nephew, loose and deliberate... I really shouldn't feel this way, but you don't know how much it affects me just by you being you." - 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: 𝓽𝓲𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓵.

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➜ This AU will probably become a fic with non-linear chapters, that is, I will post in non-chronological order of the canonical events that happened. [ There will be several alt. routes and you can suggest more ideas about this AU. ]

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★☆ Notes: This is a work of dark romance/content, please do not read if you are a sensitive person, I am not romanticizing abuse or abusive relationships, this is just fiction.

♡ ┆ TW: written in the form of a poem, corruption, step!incest, dark romance, ftm reader, abusive relationship, mourning, dumbfication, manipulation, age gap, eat out, creampie, sex without a condom, dub con, afab anatomy

You weren't so naive as to not notice your Tio's lascivious gaze on your body ─ especially when you wore short, white dresses on hot days, your skin shone with a thin layer of sweat while your curves were otherwise hidden by thicker fabrics and dense spaces were exposed to the world and the cowboy's dark eyes.

The same lips that kissed you so innocently one day, held the hot tongue that would bring your ruin filled with lust. He had a negligent look, a harsh air, he was the same man who had made you taste the fruit of forbidden desire ─ far from everything and everyone, you two did not share the innocent courtship of being just a nephew and uncle... But before for you to stop like a whore, with your legs open for someone you swore would never feel anything... It hadn't started like that.

Desire, like all things in the world, had to have an origin, guidance and explanation ── everything could have started with the cruel grief of losing the wife that Miguel loved so much, the woman's name was not even uttered by his mouth, the same painful memory of lost nights of empty promises cut by the tragic and sharp scythe of death and destiny. The tanned-skinned man spent nights questioning the direction of his life and the classic question: "why me?".

Without an answer however, he sank even deeper into his own mind, the emptiness of his home now without a wife and the future children that were idealized by both of them had not come to fruition.

A foolish, lost and purposeless man was what he was.

So, just as the devil tries to make sin, he had finally found something that filled the void that was once held in his hard and dirty soul ── you. He tried to repress these feelings, it wasn't love, it wasn't a pure and polished love, it was a corrupted feeling of possession and obsession ─ he wanted to control your life, control you and make you his forever, trap you somewhere where you would stay safe from the dangers of the dirty world where they lived; but he himself was this dirt.

Then, slowly he began to enter your life even more like a parasite implanting the dirty thoughts you would later have about him. Taking you away from your family and manipulating everything and everyone into believing that he was the best person to take care of you ─ after all, he was just a concerned Tio... Or not?

Like a waltz with the devil, it all began that hot summer night with a dance ─ without protests and murmurs of complaints you followed him to an isolated place where your family's celebration was taking place that night, the warm orange light coming from the old tile ceiling warmed your cheeks and made you blush even more under the brunette's deep gaze.

Miguel watched as you moved to the music, his gaze mesmerized by the fluidity of your movements. A soft smile graced his lips as he took in the sight before him- the youthful vigor and elegance you possessed. He couldn’t help but be drawn to you, even if it sometimes stirred up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him.

He wasn't just your tio, was he? No more, if he ever was to begin. His large hand caressed his waist, gently but firmly gripping the fabric of your blouse soft under his touch. His thumb brushed against his back, effortlessly guiding you through the dance.

"My precious angel", he murmured, his voice practically low. "You look like a dream, like a celestial being that has somehow landed among us mortals. It makes me want to take that dream and hold on to it forever."

He brought you closer, as if he was going to devour you ─ He moved like a predator, he looked at you like a predator... He was a predator.

Tio Miguel's lips traced a burning path along the sensitive skin of your neck, each kiss leaving a trail of heat as his hands slid down and squeezed your ass possessively. His breath was hot against your skin, a mix of whiskey and desire that sent shivers down your spine. His moans were hoarse, filled with a primal hunger.

He pulled back slightly, dark eyes ablaze with lust, his gaze falling to your chest, where your breasts strained against the fabric of your blouse. The hunger in his eyes was almost palpable, tacit and obscure, there was no point in running and maybe you didn't even want to escape, it was like a tempting trap that would hurt you deliciously.

"Mi prince," he rasped, his voice rough with need. "You're so beautiful. So fuckin' beautiful."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and predatory, as he grabbed your waist with one hand and pressed you against him. His hardness nudging between your legs, making you aware of his desire for you.

"Let's go somewhere more private, mi vida. It's time to show you just how much I want you." His lips crushed against yours, the intensity of your kiss staggering. His tongue thrust into your mouth, tangling with yours, the taste of whiskey and raw desire overwhelming. His hands moved with purpose, tugging at your clothes, urgently trying to rid you of any barriers between you both. He nibbled gently at your lips, pulling back to whisper against your mouth.

"Don't fight me, mi chico guapo. We both know you want this." With a low growl, he pulled you close once more, your lips crushing against his as your hands moved with purpose. His fingers expertly explored your soft body, teasing and coaxing you to the edge of pleasure. As his thumb brushed your clit, he swallowed your moans, his own desire heightened by the sacred taboo of his actions.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, my life. But I can't promise I will." Miguel said, but you both had the idea that that wasn't what was going to happen, especially when his tongue licked your pink flesh so well and made your legs tremble around his head ── his calloused and warm hands separated the flesh again softness of your thighs, making your breasts bounce and you tremble and whimper slyly for more.

Sin was good, so you two were condemned to a hell of unlimited pleasure and lust, without judgmental looks from others. Just you and your dear Tio Miguel. You moaned dirty, incoherent sentences, just looking for more friction with the other man's mouth, you were both moaning with need ─ you were both a mess of repressed desire and unthought-out consequences.

Your tio's hot tongue left your entrance, but before any scream of protest you saw him take off his pants quickly and lower them to his knees, exposing his muscular thighs and his thick cock with veins pulsing strongly, the smell of musk filled your nose as you felt the heat radiate from the older man’s member.

Uncle Miguel's cock pulsed as it passed your entrance, the swollen head teasing your clit before entering your comfortable, warm pussy. Every inch of their sensitive flesh reveled in the forbidden embrace, eagerly awaiting the moment they would finally become one. He growled softly, muscles tensing as he thrust inside, filling you with his thick erection.

Miguel's grip enveloped you like a vice, the sensation overwhelming you both-- his eyes locked with yours, the intensity of the connection incendiary, as he slowly advanced. His size made him feel huge, stretching you despite the ample lubrication. His moan of pleasure joined his groan of pain, a symphony of raw desire and urgency. His hands shook slightly as he thrust into you, the animalistic sounds of your union echoing in the small space.

Each thrust was deliberate, calculated to maximize his pleasure and his own desire. "Mi rei, are you okay?" he panted, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he continued to move. "Tell me if you need me to stop..."

Despite the agony of his position and his size, your nod was slow and deliberate. Your eyes never left his, each thrust bringing with it pleasure and submission. You could count how many thrusts there were by the weight of his balls that hit your soft ass, leaving a red, painful mark on your sensitive flesh.

"Good boy... Taking everything in that cute pussy..." He growled as the veins in his neck bulged with each effort of his hips to not stick it all in and feel the tip of his dick tirelessly kiss your uterus ── but he didn't I could scare you now, despite wanting to take out all the frustration and excitement accumulated in your cunt. Your breasts bounced as you cried with fat tears coming down from your orbs, pleasure, guilt and undefined feelings in your mind made you bite your lip and just enjoy the moment.

"Fuck, mi angelito," he groaned, his eyes locked on yours. "F-Fuck, I can't control myself... Mierda-"

His movements became erratic, his need overpowering him as he drove into you, chasing the peak of his release. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he thrust deeper, harder, his desire fueling the intensity of your coupling.

"Just like this, mi carinõ," he cried out, his voice hoarse with lust. "Just like this, with you..." His words are the catalyst for your own release, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, wracking your body with pleasurable contractions that milk him of his release.

Miguel follows suit, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you with his warm, pearly essence, marking you as his once again. He collapses on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding, both spent from the intensity.

"I don't deserve you, boy, but I need you."

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sebastian-ciel-mutual-bullying · 4 months

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Sebastian's Death Scythe Wounds

Volume 3 Chapter 10 - The Butler, Reflective

This is the moment he learned that a death scythe can kill a demon (or, the first time that we know of). He's in shock at first, but then genuine fear. (Notice also, his pupils are round here, not slitted! I just think that's an interesting detail)

And unlike in the anime, we do get to see some dramatic scenes from his life. (I do love the anime scene, though. It cracks me up)

On the left side we see a panel that says "Should I get the ring out?". There's another panel o!Ciel says, "My name is" but gets obscured by the text bubble. Just some great foreshadowing on Yana's part!

Volume 13 Chapter 61- The Butler, Born

This time, Sebastian knew what a death scythe meant. He knew how powerful Undertaker was. Yet, for Ciel's sake, he makes himself open to a life-threatening blow.

The expression we see here isn't shock. It's fear, desperation, and pain. His eyes are on Ciel entirely. (His pupils are round here, also, despite having just been in "demon mode" lol).

The first time, Sebastian was playing around. He did "sacrifice" his arm to save his master, but we get the sense that he didn't know the danger. (Although he did know the danger when he tried to kill Madam Red). Here, in a way, he chooses to sacrifice his life for his master.

I know this is all obvious, but his character growth is just too damn beautiful for me not to post about it.

And the art???? He went from baby girl to a king (who's a baby girl at heart ) . Yana's art improved so much! I mean, just look at the blood streams!

Ahhh I love Kuroshitsuji so much !!

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian black butler #sebastian kuroshitsuji #blackbutler #sebastian michaelis #ciel black butler #ciel kuroshitsuji #kuroshit #black butler manga #kuroshitsuji manga #book of atlantic #BoA #tw blood #tw: blood

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rocknroll7575 · 4 months

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Knight of Olympus: Titans Lullaby - Chapter 3: Cursed Kisses

The three sat around the table as Jaune had finished telling the two what had happened when he left the Cabin and what The Oracle had said to him, and they focused on deciphering the prophecy.

Chiron turned to the young blonde, "What was the first line of the prophecy?" he asked.

"To the Knight, who bears a broken heart and two bloody hands," Jaune repeated. "That's me, no doubt about that,"

"Yes, and the reason she called you that was because of that friend you were forced to kill, correct?" Mr. D said.

Jaune nodded, "Yeah," He replied. "The second line was, "Come and fight, and seek the place with the whitest sands," any idea what that could mean?"

Chiron seemed to be in deep thought, "There is one place that comes to mind, and it's not a beach," He said.

"Where?" Jaune asked.

"White Sand National Park in New Mexico," Chiron replied. "It's a place where some of the Titans and Titaness who didn't take sides during the war are currently staying, they simply have been wanting to live in peace... but, with Kronos returning, he may go there, and try to recruit them,"

Jaune nodded in understanding and recited the next line, "Travel southwest and you shall find the banished mother," Jaune repeated.

"New Mexico is southwest, but... who could this "banished mother" be?" Chiron asked.

Jaune shrugged, "beats me, you know Mr. D?" Jaune asked, turning to the wine god.

Mr. D finished his can of diet coke and looked at Jaune, "I'm afraid not, after all, none of them are truly banished, we Olympians have been leaving them alone since they haven't posed a threat," Mr. D said.

"Like all the rest, face to face with the one who shall become another," Jaune repeated, "But who could that be?"

"Luke?" Chiron asked, "Unlike everyone here, you're the only one who has yet to meet him,"

Jaune sighed, he had been informed about Luke, and the things he heard were a mix of good and bad, but mostly bad since he had left camp and sided with the Kronos, so it wasn't far-fetched that he would run into him soon. "But then what about the line of "one who shall become another"?" Jaune asked.

"That I am afraid, I don't know," Chiron replied.

Jaune let out a sigh, "Well after that, the next line is, "Find the blade, and Hades will make you a deal" but who is Hades?"

"He is king of the underworld and ruler of the dead," Chiron told him. "But he doesn't have a blade, he has his helm of Darkness, but..."

"He could be making a new weapon that would put him on par with Zeus and Posiden," Mr. D said. "They wouldn't like that at all,"

However, in the back of Jaune's mind, he couldn't help but think of his own missing blade, Crocea Mors, and remembered it had no doubt fallen to the bottom of the ocean, and that was fine by him... he didn't want to have a weapon that took the life of a friend.

"Accept the trade and two fates you shall seal," Jaune repeated. "But whose fates will they be?"

Chiron shook his head, "That I don't know either," He said.

Jaune sighed and continued, "Atop the oldest mount, you will beat the mad titan bloody," Jaune repeated. "12 by your count, and a king's name you shall muddy,"

"Atop the oldest mount? Could it mean Mount Othrys?" Chiron asked.

Jaune raised a brow in confusion, "Mount what?" he asked.

Chiron looked at him, "Mount Othrys, it was the base of the Titans during the First Titan War" Chiron told him, "In the First War, it was assaulted by the Olympians, where Zeus used Kronos' Scythe to cut him into a thousand pieces, and cast him into Tartarus, and it predates Mount Olympus,"

Jaune nodded, "So if it's there, then who's the Mad Titan?" he asked.

"That is another one that bothers me," Chiron said, "The "Mad" part could mean they are angry with the gods, or it could mean they were driven to madness, so the wording is confusing," Chiron said.

Jaune sighed nearly getting fed up with the vagueness, "Ugh, ok... what about the last line? 12 by your count, and a king's name you shall muddy,"?" he asked.

"The only 12 that come to mind are the Gods, and the king, of course, is Zeus," Chiron said, "But the big question is how would you muddy his name?" she asked.

Jaune shrugged, "I have no idea... the last thing I would want to do is piss off the king of the gods," Jaune said.

Chiron smiled, "Indeed," he said. "Well, worry not Jaune, eventually, the Oracle's words will make sense as the journey continues, but for now, get some rest, and we'll choose the Councilors going with you on your-"

Jaune shook his head, "No," Jaune replied. "I need to do this alone, I'm not bringing them along on something this dangerous," Jaune told Chiron.

Chiron sighed, "A quest is usually done in threes," Chiron replied, "You have to take-

"NO!" Jaune cried as he stood up from his seat.

This outburst shocked Chiron and even Mr. D the two as they looked at the young man.

Jaune looked at them with an angry look, "Look, they are just kids... let them be kids, even for a little longer," Jaune said.

Jaune's thoughts trailed back to his at Beacon, his carefree memories, and the brief relaxation of Atlas with RWBY and Penny. All the Good he could do, even if it was just walking kids across the street.

He thought about all the horror and pain he witnessed during the fall, the destruction of the Mistral villages, the guilt he felt because it was his fault Weiss was stabbed, the hopelessness he discovered when he learned the truth, the guilt he felt for being mad at Oscar, all the deaths caused by Tyrian in Mantle, and finally, the killing of Penny.

None of it should've happened. None of that should have become a reality and yet... because of other people's actions, because of an evil ancient woman and a man willing to rope young adults into an endless war, it did happen.

Jaune wasn't going to let that happen, not anymore.

Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, Will, Clairesse, Charlie, Drew, and every other camper here... they were just children.

"I'm not letting any more children get roped into a mess that was never theirs to begin with..." Jaune said sadly as he turned away to go back to his room...

That was all last night, and currently, the young blonde knight was finishing getting packed while being supplied with some Money, both for the human world and the Magical world, this time, he was also granted to use a Van that they use to transport their jam, thanks to his age and knowing how to drive a car.

Once outside of the Big House, Jaune saw Chiron waiting for him. "Setting off?" He asked.

Jaune nodded, "Yeah," He replied.

Chiron nodded, "And you are sure you don't want to take some campers with you?" He asked.

Jaune nodded, "Like I said, no more kids getting roped into this mess," Jaune replied.

Chiron nodded, "Very well," he said. "Be safe and remember to be careful, the monsters of this world are far more dangerous and some even have intelligence, so do not underestimate them," Chiron finished.

Jaune smiled, "Don't worry, I've faced my fair share of dangerous monsters, and none of them are putting me down, I still got things I need to do, here and in my world," Jaune told him.

Chiron smiled at him and gave him a quick nod, "Very well then, but I think you'll need these," Chiron said.

Chiron then opened his hand and in his palm was a dark orange bracelet and a dark orange pen.

The bracelet had a symbol of a fire in the middle of it, and the pen looked like the ones you'd see in an office, the ones you click to write with.

Jaune was a bit confused as to why he would need them. "Uh... what am I supposed to do with these?" He asked.

Chiron chuckled, "Gifts from a certain Goddess," He said with a knowing smirk. "The bracelet is a shield, tap the symbol once and it will transform,"

Jaune grabbed the bracelet, put it on his left wrist, and then tapped the symbol, only for a shield to appear, unlike the round shields that the rest of the campers had, the shield looked just like his old one, of course, it wasn't his Emblem on the front but Hestia's and Jaune was impressed.

Chiron smiled at Jaune's reaction and handed him the pen. "Click it and it shall turn into a sword," He told Jaune.

Jaune took the pen and did so, and when he did, the sword took form, he noticed that it had dark red leather wrapped around the handle, and the blade looked different, it didn't look like Celestial bronze, no the blade was black and appeared like it was charred wood. He noticed that there appeared to be small cracks in the blade, but they looked more like decoration than actual cracks.

"Say Fotiá," Chiron told him.

Jaune nodded and looked at the blade with a smile, "Fotiá," He said.

Suddenly the blade burst into flames and Jaune was in awe at the sight before him, and that's when he noticed the cracks of the blade, had begun to glow, like hot embers.

"It's beautiful," Jaune said with a smile.

Chiron nodded, "Indeed," He said. "Now, just say the words again and the flames will turn off, and simply press the bottom of the pommel and it will turn back into a pen," He said.

Jaine recited the words and when the flames turned off, he pressed the bottom of the pommel and the blade did as Chiron said it would, and was now back to simply being a pen.

Jaune smiled, "This needs a name," Jaune said.

Chiron smiled, "And what would you name it?" The Centaur asked.

Jaune thought for a moment before the image of Hestia appeared in his mind, and he could not stop thinking about her beauty, that is when he decided on the name, he would name it after her beauty.

"Beauté brûlante," He said.

Chiron nodded, "I believe that was French you spoke," He said.

Jaune nodded, "In my world, it's southern Valerian," Jaune replied. "It means Burning Beauty,"

Chiron chuckled, "A fitting name for a gift from the goddess of the hearth," He said. "Now then, best to get going, you'll find a map in the Van that will guide you to White-Sand National Park, and know that I'll be praying for your safe return," Chiron told him.

Jaune nodded, "Thank you, Chiron," Jaune had said.

The two parted with a handshake and Jaune left for the Vans, and there he was given the keys for one, and Jaune got in, started it up, and drove off.

As Jaune drove out of Camp and onto the main road, he eventually stopped and looked at the map, and he saw which road he needed to take to get on the Highway. Jaune then folded the map back up and started the van back up, and drove off once again, this time, with some music.

He switched through the stations, not finding the right song, till he heard one that kind of caught his ear.

"Don't wanna be an American idiot~!"

Jaune didn't like it and switched the station, only for Thalia's head to appear right next to him looking at the radio, "Aw! I love that song!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Jaune screamed.

With the sudden scare, he began to swerve the Van out of control and both he and Thalia began to scream as he kept turning the Van wildly before he quickly slammed on the breaks, the Van halted abruptly and Jaune was yanked a bit forward, but because of his seatbelt, he didn't hit the dashboard... like Thalia.

Jaune looked at the young Demigod with a dumbstruck face, "THALIA!?" He cried, "What are you doing here!?"

Thalia groaned in pain before sitting in the passenger seat and looking over at Jaune, "We're coming with you and- ugh! My head...!" She groaned.

Jaune glared at her, "Listen, I don't need-!" Jaune stopped himself and realized what she had said. "Wait... what do you mean "we"?"

Suddenly, the back door of the van burst open and Jaune saw two figures popping out. Jaune quickly undid his seatbelt and got out of the van, running over to the back to see who else had been in the van, when he reached the back of the van, he saw Will throwing up and Drew rubbing her head.

"WILL!? DREW!?" Jaune cried.

Drew looked at Jaune with a bashful smile, "Uh... Hi Jaune," She greeted.

Will simply gave him a wave as he was still throwing up.

Jaune sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Get back in the van, I'm turning around and taking you three back to camp," He said.

Thalia got out and looked at him, "No way! We're coming with!" She said. "We heard everything last night and you need help!" She said.

Jaune shook his head, "No, No I don't" He said and he turned to glare at the daughter of Zeus, "And how did you three know about this?" He asked.

Will turned around and looked at him after his puking session, "When you didn't show up last night for extra practice, Drew and I headed over to the big house and that's when we saw the Oracle give you a prophecy, and then we heard you, Chiron and Mr. D talking about it," He said. "Thalia caught us but we told her to keep quiet and we heard everything," Will said.

Drew looked at him, "We also heard how you didn't want help, but with where you're going and the things you might face, you're gonna need our help," She said.

Jaune groaned, "Look, I don't want you three in danger, which is why I didn't want to take anyone along," He said. "I know monsters are attracted to Demigods and they might be attracted to me because of my aura, so the more of us there are, the more we draw attention to ourselves, especially you," he said pointing to Thalia.

"Me?" Thalia asked.

"Look, all I know is that your... grandfather, might try to get to you," He said. "Which is why you were supposed to stay at Camp," he said with an angry tone.

Thalia glared at him, "Look, I can't just sit around and do nothing after so long!" She cried. "I need to be out here and help the fight!"

Jaune growled, "What you need to do, Thalia, is stay at camp and stay safe! You're still trying to readjust from not being a tree! You need time to regain strength!"

"I don't need time to do anything! I can fight just fine! What I need to do is find Luke and make him pay!" Thalia growled.

Jaune was confused as to who she was talking about, all he knew was the threat of Thalia's grandfather, Kronos. He had no idea who this Luke guy was. "I could care less why your out here! You need to be back at camp!" Jaune cried.

"Why do you care!? This isn't even your world!" Thalia cried. "This is my world and my fight! And you are not going to top me!"

Jaune at this point had reached his breaking point, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA JUST WHAT YOU ARE GETTING YOURSELF INTO!?" He cried with fury. "DO YOU HAVE THE SLIGHTEST WHAT THE HELL IT IS YOU PLAN ON DOING!? YOU ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT KILLING SOMEONE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS LIKE!?" He asked.

Thalia was taken aback by his outburst and slowly she shook her head, Jaune wanted to yell at her and tell her he knew exactly what it was like but he stopped himself, something was holding him back, he didn't know why he stopped himself from hitting Thalia with the reality of what she wanted to do... but he did.

Jaune took a deep breath in and then let it out, he leaned against the van and let out a sigh. "Just get in the van and let's get going," he said.

Drew looked at him with a raised brow, "Y-You're letting us come with?" She asked.

Jaune nodded slowly, "You're already here so, might as well let you tag along," He said, "But there are rules... you do what I say and you do it no matter what, I tell you to run, you run, I tell you to leave, you leave, got it? Do not risk your lives for me, that is the most important rule of all, understand?"

The three nodded in unison, however, they couldn't help but feel a pit in their stomach form, as they wondered why Jaune was so easily accepting this possible future demise.

Jaune nodded back, "Good, now get back in the van, and let's get going," he said.

All four got inside the van and Jaune started it up and Thalia quickly changed it back to the previous station where they were playing another song she liked, so they left it on there for now as they drove farther away from camp. Jaune was still not happy the three had snuck on he was sure he would be getting an earful from Chiron, and even worse, he was worried that he couldn't keep them safe...

But he would have to try his best.

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After an hour of driving on a back road around New York City, Will and Drew had fallen asleep with Thalia still awake in the passenger side, still listening to the Radio with Jaune. However, Thalia looked over to Jaune and decided to break the long silence between them.

"So... what was that all about?" Thalia asked him.

"Hm?" Jaune asked.

Thalia sighed, "Don't play dumb, what was that about knowing what it was like to kill someone... Have you... killed anyone" She asked.

Jaune let out a long sigh, "I... I don't wanna talk about it," Jaune told her.

Thalia could see that there was a story, a dark one, but she wasn't going to pry, she didn't want to upset him.

However, Jaune now had a question for the demigoddess. "Who's Luke?" Jaune asked.

Thalia looked at him with a raised brow, "Chiron didn't mention him?" Thalia asked.

Jaune shook his head, "No, only told me about Kronos," Jaune replied.

Thalia looked away from him and out the window, watching the woods pass by. "Luke... he was my friend, more than that, he was like family," Thalia began. "Before we ran into Annabeth, He and I were on the road for a long time, we had each other's backs and kept each other safe, and when I gave up my life to save him and Annabeth, I thought that he'd still be the guy I knew... the selfless hero who'd protect Annabeth and be the good person I knew he was... but I was wrong," She finished.

Jaune glanced at her for a quick second, "What happened?" He asked.

"He stole my father's master bolt, planned on giving it to Kronos, then he poisoned Percy and ran away, only for him to then poison me while I was still a tree and put the camp in danger, nearly got Annabeth killed, and destroyed the only safe place for people like us... he betrayed everyone, he betrayed me," She seethed. "I want to make him pay for everything he's done and I want- I need to be the one to kill him,"

"Why?" he asked.

"Because Annabeth can't do it," Thalia said. "She looks up to look, she thinks there's a way for us to talk some sense into him, but I know he's too far gone," She finished.

Jaune wanted to think she was right, as his thoughts drifted back to Cinder, and he knew it was far to late for her to ever be redeemed, but then he thought of another person he had recently worked with who had helped hurt him and his friends. Emerald... she had changed, she had helped them, and while he couldn't say he had completely forgiven her, unlike Cinder, she wasn't too far gone, and is she could change, perhaps there was hope for this Luke guy.

"No one's too far gone, Thalia," He said. "Trust me on that," He said.

Thalia wanted to believe him, and a small part of her did, a small part of her said that Jaune was right, that she and Annabeth could find a way to get through to Luke, to bring him back to their side, but another part of her, told her that Luke was beyond saving, that he was and is going to pay for all the terrible things he had done.

Thalia sighed, not knowing how to feel and not knowing what to do, but she would figure something out, she had to because she only had until she turned 16.

As the Demigoddess was in deep thought, something suddenly hit the Van, and the two jolted but Jaune kept the van straight, despite the sudden hit. The jerk of the Van woke up Will and Drew and they quickly looked around before turning to Jaune and Thalia.

"What was that!?" Drew cried.

"I don't know!" Jaune responded.

The Van was struck again and the four were jerked around once more, but then Jaune and Thalia turned to the left side of the Van only to see another van hitting them, however, this one was black with a Scythe symbol on the side of it.

Jaune gritted his teeth and quickly pressed on the gas, trying to speed up, but the other van kept keeping up with them and swerved out, before turning back and hitting them, this time, the Van was nearly thrown off the road, and not wanting to crash and get the three younger teens injured, Jaune slammed on the breaks as the other Van sped in front of them before coming to a halt.

Jaune, Thalia, Will, and Drew looked out the front window and saw the doors of the black van open, and coming out of it was a group of people, clad in what appeared to be swat-like armor, and with one woman, with Raven hair and lavender eyes, stepped out in front of all of them and Jaune noticed that strapped to her side was a sword and based on the shape of the sheath, it looked like a scimitar.

"Who the hell is that?" Thalia asked.

Jaune's eyes remained on the figure and the men behind her, and he then looked at the three, "Stay in the van, all of you," He said

Will looked at Jaune, "No way! Jaune, we can help!" he cried.

Jaune looked back at him, "No, not yet, not until we know what the threat is," he said. "Once you can see what we're up against, then jump in, but only then, understand? No taking any risks," He said.

The three wanted to argue, but Jaune undid his seatbelt, quickly got out of the van, and closed the door, he looked over to the military-looking group with an expressionless face, and the female leader looked at him with a sinister grin.

"Ah, it seemed our information was correct," She said. "The man from another world... Jaune Arc,"

Jaune glared at her, 'If they know who I am then she's not human,' He thought. "Maybe... who are you?"

"I'm afraid that does not matter," She replied, "What matters is you... And the daughter of Zeus," She said.

Jaune glared and not missing a beat, he grabbed the pen from his pocket and activated the sword, but did not utter the words to activate the flames. Jaune stepped forward a few feet and looked at the woman, "Leave or else," He warned.

The woman smiled and drew her scimitar, which was celestial bronze, and pointed it at Jaune, "I was afraid you'd do this the hard way," She said. She then turned her head to look at the soldiers with a smirk, "Kill the other two demigods, bring me Thalia Grace and Jaune Arc," She ordered.

The Soldiers behind her drew their own swords from their backs and charged at Jaune, with great speed that didn't seem human.

Jaune activated his shield and took a fighting stance. "Fotiá!" Jaune cried.

Beauté Brûlante burst into flames and Jaune quickly cut through one of the soldiers and instantly, they burst into gold dust. Jaune saw another coming and blocked their attack with his shield and saw another coming right at him, Jaune pushed the first one and turned to the second soldier charging in and blocking their sword with his own.

The first soldier saw an opening and kicked Jaune in the side, sending him flying into a nearby tree and then falling to the ground. Still, Jaune quickly got back up only to see both soldiers charging in at him one pulled their sword back to go in for a stab, but Jaune moved his head to the side and the sword stabbed the trunk of the tree, and Jaune quickly stabbed them in the stomach and they evaporated into gold dust like the last one.

The second soldier slashed at Jaune, but the young knight ducked under the swing, only for the soldier to grab the collar of Jaune's armor and throw him back toward the road, Jaune tumbled on the ground, and when he stopped, he began to slowly get up only to see that more soldiers quickly surrounded him.

The female leader stepped forward and looked at Jaune with a smug smirk, "Come on now, don't make this harder than it has to be," She said. "Keep struggling and I'll kill one of the kids right in front of you," She said.

Jaune growled and he quickly got up, and raised his shield, looking at each guard, ready for one of them to strike, however, one got shot with an arrow and another had a dagger in their back. Jaune quickly turned his head to see Will and Drew out of the van and with their weapons, and that's when he saw Thalia in front of them, with electricity buzzing out of her eyes and around her spear, and she charged at the soldiers, pulling back her spear and when she had closed the gap between her and them, she quickly stabbed them in the chest and they burst into dust, and quickly slashed at a second, cutting its neck and also causing it to become nothing but gold vapor.

Will loaded another arrow and shot at another soldier, however, the soldier grabbed it before it could hit him, dropping it, before running toward the son of Apollo, when the young boy saw the incoming threat, he prepared another arrow and aimed as fast as he could.

As the soldier closed the distance, Will fired an arrow but the soldier sidestepped the attack and raised their sword to bring it down on Will, but the young boy rolled out of the way as the sword struck the pavement.

Will quickly notched another arrow and fired it at the left side of the soldier's head, finally hitting them and causing them to burst into dust.

Meanwhile, Drew picked up her second dagger and quickly came face to face with another soldier, who tried to slash at her, but Drew quickly bent backward and dodged the attack, and quickly took a few steps back and prepared to fight against her foe.

They swung at her but she used both daggers to block his attack quickly pushed the sword away, and slashed at him with one dagger, which he managed to deflect, but she used her second to stab them, in the leg, causing them to kneel in pain. Drew pulled back her first dagger and stabbed the soldier in the face, and much like the rest, caused them to fade into dust.

Back with Jaune, he walked toward the female leader and easily dispatched one soldier who tried to slash at him, but Jaune parried the attack with his shield and then stabbed them in the chest, and kicked them off before they evaporated.

The female leader smiled at Jaune and took a fighting stance as she saw the blonde approaching her. "Alright then, let's go little mortal," She said.

She charged in and swung at Jaune, but Jaune blocked the attack with his blade, and the woman pulled her blade back to strike again, this time, Jaune blocked her stroke with his shield and quickly swung at her, but she quickly backed up and weaved away from Jaune's attack. She swung at him again, and this time managed to hit him in the shoulder, however, the attack didn't hit due to his aura. Like Thalia before her, she was confused and Jaune used her stupor to slash her across the stomach quickly, and he managed to make her bleed, as Ichor, the golden blood of the Titans and gods, seeped from the wound, however, the cut was not as lethal as he had hoped.

The woman backed away and looked at her cut, she felt a burning sensation from the wound and chalked it up to the fire magic imbued into the blade, but she couldn't care less about that right now. Using two fingers, she wiped it up, looked at the golden blood on her fingers, and smiled. "It's been so long since I had bled," She said before her lips slowly formed into a smirk and she wiped the golden blood on her lips, creating a disgusting makeshift gold lipstick. "I'll tell you my name, Jaune Arc, and perhaps later, your friends will tell you who I am," She said sinisterly

Jaune took a stance, ready to fight, as the flames of Beauté Brûlante roared next to him, "I don't have all day lady," Jaune replied.

The woman giggled, "Of course," She said, "I am the Titan Theia, Goddess of sight and vision," She said.

Jaune was confused as to what weight her name held, however, it was Will who recognized her name, "Your Hyperion's wife... which means you're also Helios's mother!" he cried.

Jaune looked at him with a confused expression, "Who?" He asked.

Will shook his head, "Long story, but just know that she's part of the first generation of Titans, like Kronos," he told Jaune.

Theia glared at Will, "Correct spawn of Apollo, and to correct you, Ex-Wife to Hyperion now," She spat, "Damn weak fool he is,"

"What are you doing here?" Thalia said as he joined Jaune's side.

Theia smiled at the demigod, "Lord Kronos wanted me to bring him Jaune Arc, after all, a man from another world, who is not bound to our laws is... oh so useful," She said with a chuckle.

'Not bound by our laws?' Will thought. 'What does she mean?'

Jaune also caught onto her words, wondering what she had meant when she had said he wasn't bound by their laws.

Theia however, didn't let them ponder the question too long as she spoke up once more, "But here I am with not only him standing before me, but the daughter of Zeus as well, oh my what a lucky day this is," Theia said as her eyes now looked to the young punk girl. "Lord Kronos had plans for you, Thalia Grace,"

Thalia glared at the female titan, "Well he can shove those plans right back up his ass," She told Theia, "I'm not going to be his pawn!" She cried.

"Are you so sure?" She asked. "Your friend Luke seemed so sure you would come over to us, after all, do you not want the power of a god, little half-blood?"

Thalia stiffened up a little and Jaune noticed this, and he began to grow worried, so, he quickly stepped in front of the younger teen and glared at the Titan.

Seeing him step in front of Thalia, Theia smirked at the sight. "Oh my, how cute you are, protecting Zeus's offspring!" She mocked, "Jaune Arc, protector of half-bloods! Such a nice ring to it~!" She taunted some more.

Jaune glared at her and prepared to fight, "If you're done trying to piss me off, then let's get this over with," He said.

Theia chuckled, "Oh no! No, no, no! I don't want to end this so soon!" She said. "I think I'll have a little fun with you~!" She said.

Suddenly, she waved her hand in the air and suddenly, she was invisible. Seeing this happen, the Demigods and Jaune looked all around for any small sign of her or waited for her to attack, however, instead of attacking any of them, she reappeared in front of Jaune, shocking the young knight just enough for her to grab him by the head and pull him into a kiss.

Seeing this, Thalia glared at the titan and tried to jab the Titaness, only for Theia to break the kiss just in time and quickly step back from the group.

Theia snickered as she licked her lips and looked at Jaune with a smug expression, "Mhm~! Quite tasty for a mortal," she said.

Jaune was confused as to why she kissed him and she touched his lips only to see her bloody ichor lipstick had stained his lips.

Theia sheathed her blade and she stared at Jaune, and her eyes glowed a bright lavender color as the white of her eyes became dark the night sky. "Με αυτό το φιλί, σε βρίζω, Jaune Arc," She said. "Το μυαλό σας θα στοιχειωθεί από τρομερά φαντάσματα!"

Jaune was confused as to what she was saying but even before he could ask what she was saying, she began to slowly fade away, her eyes still locked on him and her smug smile still gracing her lips.

"Αντίο Jaune... Ελπίζω να σας ξανα γευτώ πολύ σύντομα~!" Theia said, licking her lips once more before fully disappearing.

Jaune was confused about what Theia had spoken and turned to the three demigods with a raised brow, "What did she say?" he asked.

Thalia glared at him and huffed before turning around and heading back toward the van, while Drew tried to hold in a bit of laughter, but was trying to calm herself down, as she walked back to the van.

Will looked at Jaune with an uneasy smile, "I don't know if you are the luckiest guy on earth to be kissed by a Titan, or if you are the unluckiest person to ever live," He said as he walked back to the van as well.

Jaune's eyes widened with worry as he turned back to the three and chased after them, "H-Hang on! What the hell did she say!?" he asked.

Jaune eventually got his answer as they all piled back into the van and Jaune simply grumbled in annoyance, wondering if she had actually cursed him or simply tried to scare him, but Jaune knew that from this moment forward, things were just going to get harder as the journey continued.

He just hoped that they all would make it there in one piece and not run into any more big dangers like Theia, but even with that small hope, Jaune knew the chances of that were slim to none.

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How was the third chapter everyone? Did you enjoy it!? It seems Jaune now has another ancient deity lusting after him! Seems like the Arc charm is backfiring here on Earth eh?

I was wondering which Titan to make Jaune's enemy for the first half of the story and I thought that Theia was a good fit since I don't think we have a lot of female Titans in the main books and since she is the titan goddess of sight and vision, her powers would be sort of illusion based and with the curse she put on Jaune, things are only going to get worse for him.

Yay! Jaune is going to be psychologically tortured! Ha, such a classic trope!

However, I will say this, She is not the banished mother nor is she the Titan that Jaune is meant to beat bloody.

Anyway, here are the translations!

1. Με αυτό το φιλί, σε βρίζω, Jaune Arc, = With this kiss, I curse you, Jaune Arc,

2. Το μυαλό σας θα στοιχειωθεί από τρομερά φαντάσματα! = Your mind will be haunted by terrible ghosts!

3. Αντίο Jaune... Ελπίζω να σας ξανα γευτώ πολύ σύντομα~! = Bye Jaune... I hope to taste you again very soon~!

With that, thank you all for reading, and I hope to see you all in the next chapter!

#rwby #jaune arc #pjo fanfic #pjo series #rwby x pjo #thalia grace #will solace #drew tanaka #greek mythology

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One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley) (Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 3

After unpacking what I could (can't put anything anywhere since there are no drawers), I decided to splash some cold water on my face from the sink in the bathroom. I then take a good look at myself in the mirror right above the sink. I have slightly prominent eye bags and light freckles across my face. There is a pretty big scar on my right brow bone from when I tripped and gashed the side of my head on a marble countertop when I was 11. It was not a fun day.

I left the bathroom and noticed that by the door there were some yard and farm tools. An axe, hoe, scythe, and watering can. But there also seems to be a fishing rod, and oddly enough, a pickaxe along with the tools.

"Who keeps a pickaxe around?" I laugh as I pick it up and examine it. I set it back down and walk over to my bag. I grab out an old pair of overalls that surprisingly still fit, and a green, long sleeve shirt.

"I knew these overalls would come in handy one day. Take that mom."

I put my heavy duty boots on and grab the scythe sitting by the door. I fling open the door and make my way outside.

"Where do I even begin?" I say as I take in the mess of a field. I take a step off the porch and into the long grass and start cutting away the tall grass and unidentifiable leafy plants growing out of the ground.

"This is going to take forever," I huff as I swing the scythe into the tall grass. "Don't they have lawnmowers here?"

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I feel my stomach start rumbling aggressively. I had slashed the last bit of grass and bent down for a breather. I straighten back up and admire the work I accomplished all in one day. The ground is finally visible and tillable for seeds.

"Planting seeds will definitely have to be a tomorrow job." I wipe the sweat from my forehead and walk back to the house.

I put the scythe back where I found it and decided to leave the farm to get some dinner. It is somewhere around 7 o'clock but I usually eat around 5. That explains why my stomach is losing its mind.

I begin my walk past the rundown bus that's along the short pathway into town. I decided to pick a handful of dandelions along the way. There were tons around but I picked the bunch that was the best looking. I stuff them into the pocket at the front of my overalls so the tops of them are peaking out like a small bouquet.

After walking into town, I give a few small nods to the townsfolk. I have my hands thrown casually into my overall pockets and a smile plastered on my face. I don't want to seem rude and unapproachable.

I entered the Stardrop Saloon with as much confidence as I could muster. The smile still spread across my face for the friendly appeal.

"Who do we have here?" An older lady in a tracksuit with short, curly, blonde hair shouts across the saloon. She seems absurdly drunk. "You look like a little troublemaker."

So much for the friendly appeal. How do I look like a troublemaker?

I take a glance around the Saloon before sitting down. Everybody has their eyes on me out of curiosity. I strut over the bar and take a seat somewhat near the track suit lady.

"Hey, kid. I'm just messin' with ya. The name's Pam. Don't be a jerk and we'll get along fine." The lady in the track suit says.

"Nice to meet you, Pam. The name's Danny," I introduce myself as kindly as possible.

"Well hello there! I'm Gus, chef and owner of the Stardrop Saloon. Welcome!" A man says from the other side of the counter. "You must be the granddaughter that came to town today. I have heard all about you from the townsfolk. Mayor Lewis has a set of loose lips. We don't get many new people here."

"Yeah that's me. Grandpa needs someone to take care of that ol' farm. He picked me to be that person I guess." I shrug and trace a finger along the grain of the wood countertop.

"You will love it here. I guarantee it! Everyone here is super friendly..." He kind of trails off and looks towards a group of young adults about my age in an arcade/lounge area. I follow his gaze and notice the group of 9 looking our way with very skeptical glares.

Even with us looking, minus a girl with the brightest, natural, orange bob I have seen, and a girl with glasses who seems to love purple, they didn't dare break their stares.

Actually, the girl across the arcade from the one with glasses seems to like purple just as much, maybe more since her hair is dyed purple.

But what catches my eye before I turn back to Gus, is a flash of bright blonde hair entering my view. She was late to looking over at me and had just poked her head around a burly, redhead jock she was sitting next to on a blue sofa. Her expression matched the rest of theirs, but with a bit more attitude.

Gus clears his throat and I snap out of my trance. I immediately put my attention back on Gus and continued our conversation.

"Yeah, they seem lovely. I love the sense of privacy here," I say sarcastically.

Gus lets out a booming, belly laugh and I couldn't help but chuckle as well. I turned my gaze slightly to see if the group stopped looking over, but unsurprisingly, they were still looking. If anything, Gus laughing just drew their attention back if they did turn away.

"What will you be having this fine night? We have the best beer and coffee around," Gus asks me.

"I think I will have some spaghetti if that's alright?" I reply

"Of course it's okay! Emily, make this young lady some spaghetti please!" He says to the blue haired girl behind him.

"Right away, Gus!" she replies back cheerfully.

"I will be back in a jiff with your spaghetti, why don't you go say hi to my sister and our friends over there? You seem about our age," Emily says to me before skipping into the back.

I look at Gus with wide eyes and make a face of uncertainty.

"You'll be fine. They are nice once you get to know 'em. Like I said, we haven't had anyone new here in a long time. Especially someone as young as you." Gus motions towards them as if encouraging me to go over to the arcade.

I stand up from the bar and start waltzing my way over, passing by a guy standing alone by the fireplace. I give him a friendly nod on my way by.

My footsteps seem to alert them all to look back over. I roll my sleeves up to try to cool myself down. It suddenly got really hot in here.

I throw my hands into my overall pockets and change my pace to a saunter when I get closer to the arcade. I am trying way too hard to be cool. I have never been so nervous to meet a group of people before. I am usually the outgoing one.

"Howdy," I mentally smack myself in the face. I'm already fitting the farmer stereotypes. "Emily told me I should come over here and meet you guys. My name is Danny"

"Ah, the new farmer we've all been expecting... and whose arrival has sparked many a conversation!" a guy with flawless hair announces as I approach. A few of them are hanging out right by the entrance of the arcade.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you," A girl with a dark orange braid says, "You picked a good time to move here... The spring is lovely. I'm Leah by the way."

"I see we have the same style," I reply, gesturing to her hair and outfit. We are both wearing green with our hair done up in a braid. Except mine is disheveled and full of twigs and leaves.

Leah giggles. "I think you pull it off better than I do. The overalls make it so much better," she says, genuinely. If I was in the city, that would have been a sarcastic joke.

Leah gestures to the guy next to her. The one with the flawless hair who announced my approach.

"I'm Elliott... I live in the little cabin by the beach. It's a pleasure to meet you." He extends his hand towards me. We shake each other's hands in greeting. "Firm grip you've got there. I think you'll do great on the farm."

The girl with the bright orange bob, and the girl with glasses pipe up next.

"I'm Maru," The one with glasses says, "I've been looking forward to meeting you! You know, with a small town like this, a new face can really alter the community dynamic. It's exciting! This is Penny."

"Oh... Hello! I'm Penny..." the girl with the orange bob says shyly. She was unaware that Maru was going to put her on the spot like that.

"It's really nice to meet you guys," I tell them.

"I see you have a nice bouquet there in your pocket?" Maru points out.

"Ah right. I picked them on my way here," I pulled one out of the pocket and handed one to both Maru and Penny.

"Thanks," Maru politely takes the dandelion from my hand.

"Thank you!" Penny exclaims

I turn back to Elliot and Leah and hand them each a dandelion as well.

"I totally forgot these were in my pocket until Maru pointed it out. You guys want one?" I ask.

"No thank you. I am not a huge fan of dandelions." Elliot politely declines.

"This is a really nice gift! Thank you!" Leah says. "They aren't the prettiest flowers, but the leaves make a good salad."

I shove the rest of the dandelions back to the front pocket for the next few people I have yet to meet. Hopefully I have enough for all of them.

I walk over to the two boys playing pool in the centre of the room with the purple haired girl watching from the sidelines. They pause their game and look over at me when I approach. They exchange a glance between the three of them and decide to introduce themselves.

The blonde guy with a mullet decides to speak up first.

"Hey, I'm Sam. Good to meet you," he says as he extends his hand. I shake it politely and turn to the other two. He points to the girl with purple hair, "that's Abigail," then he points to the guy wearing all black sporting a gloomy expression, "and that's Sebastian."

"Yeah I thought I heard someone new was moving onto that old farm," Abigail begins, "It's kind of a shame, really. I always enjoyed exploring those overgrown fields by myself."

"Out of all the places you could have lived, you chose Pelican Town?" Sebastian questioned.

"I mean... free house and I get to live on my own..." I say unsurely, "Someone has to look after that old house."

"I accidentally brought some gifts if you guys want one." I reach into my pocket and try to hand them dandelions.

"You brought us presents? Thanks," Abigail says enthusiastically. I can already sense a weird dynamic from the three of them.

"Hmm... this is...interesting," Sam says.

Sebastian just takes one and doesn't say anything. I wasn't expecting much from him.

I decided to greet the final two on the couch before I returned to my seat at the bar. The burly, redhead jock and the girl with bright blonde hair that caught my eye. They are still sitting on the couch at the back. They seem awfully cozy together.

"Hey guys. Sorry to bother you two. Didn't want to leave ya out," I extend my hand as an invite for either one of them to take.

"Oh, hey. So you're the new guy, huh?" the jock asks as he leans forward on the couch to take my hand. I nod my head in response. "Cool. I'm Alex. I'll see you around." He gives me a nod and leans back on the couch. He puts his arms obnoxiously around the back of the couch and looks at the blonde next to him. I continue to hold out my hand for her.

"Oh... YOU'RE the new farmer girl?... I'm Haley," she takes a slight pause to look me up and down before continuing on, "Hmm... If it weren't for those horrendous clothes you might actually be pretty... Actually, nevermind."

I open my mouth to say something back in retaliation. I quickly decide against it and retract my hand.

Reaching into the front pocket of my overalls, I grab out some dandelions. Though, they don't seem like the kind of people to take one.

"Thanks!" Alex says, surprising me as he takes one.

"Ugh that's such a stupid gift," Haley says while crossing her arms. Her bright blue eyes flick up to look at me through her lashes. She radiates with sass and spoiled brat.

I watch her look me up and down again, but this time it doesn't feel judgy. I can't pin what that look was about but it made me feel weird. She must've also sensed the uncomfortable aura that has entered the room because she quickly looked at the wall next to her on the couch.

Taking that as a sign to leave, I nod my head in farewell to Alex. He nods his head back respectfully.

What a weird group of people, I say in my head as I walk back to the bar to get my spaghetti. As long as it felt like I was over there for, I was only there for about 30 minutes. Emily had just finished making the spaghetti when I got back.

I slump onto the bar stool and sigh as she slides the spaghetti in front of me.

"How'd it go? Were they friendly?" Emily laughs.

"Most of them. Except Haley. She's quite the feisty one."

"Yup. That's my sister for ya," she replies.

I stare at her in disbelief with a mouth full of spaghetti.

"THAT'S your sister?" I exclaim, "But you are so nice!"

"Yup. Polar opposites me and her. We get that alot."

I reach into my pocket and pull out Haley's dandelion she declined.

"This was supposed to be for Haley, but she clearly hates dandelions. I should have guessed.

"Thanks!" Emily smiles and takes it from my hand. She tucks it away into her pocket while walking away.

I look back at my food and continue to scarf it down. Slipping glances back over to the group here and there.

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carlos-in-glasses · 7 months

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From chapter 3 of Where All This Love Comes From, which will be going up on Sunday! Can't wait to share! Chapters 1-2 are up on Ao3 now. Let's go to NYC in 2010 - where TK is in hot water...

Owen rubs TK’s back, his face devastatingly sympathetic. “Son, last week I asked if you had a boyfriend. You told me you didn’t. Is he your boyfriend?”

TK sighs tiredly at the misunderstanding. This whole thing has blown up in what feels like every kind of bonkers way. “No. We’ve just hung out. Hooked up a few times.” Their first hookup had been so incidental it barely registered – a simple ‘we’re both into dick and we’re horny, let’s do something about it’ arrangement between them. “And now it’s gone from nothing, and nobody’s business, to being this massive problem the whole world knows about. I’m so angry. I’m so fucking angry!”

Gwyn tries to hold him. “TK. Calm down.”

“No!” He backs away from them both. “Fucking make me.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do."

Owen snatches at TK’s elbow to get him to come back. “Stay here, son.”

“Get off–” TK shoves Owen’s reaching arm away.

“Oh, you want to fight me now?”

“Stop it!” Gwyn shouts, her voice scything the air between them. They both step back, upright and guilty. She puts her hands on her hips, glaring, thinking. “TK. This is serious. This time next year, you’re a senior. School will be over before you know it. Principal Arenburg’s right. Don’t ruin it for yourself, sweetheart. You’re so nearly there.”

“Your mom’s right, too,” Owen says, “You have to get your head down, do your work, stop drinking, stop smoking weed, stop taking pills, stop having sex–”

“Damn it, Owen,” Gwyn clips, “You’re making him sound like Keith Richards.”

TK doesn’t let himself smile. The situation is too dire. Sex and drugs are the best thing about school, and - outside of biology and photography club - his reason for going.

“Okay,” TK says, “But I’m not going to pretend to be happy about it. Actually, I promise, hand on heart, I’ll be miserable.”

“Ah, there he is.” Owen smiles mockingly and deigns to squeeze TK’s shoulder. “Daddy’s ray of sunshine.”

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FALSE GOD chap. 2

(chap 1) (chap 2) (chap 3)

percy jackson x child of demeter!oc

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 Rose St. Claire sets off on a quest to save the goddess in chains.

𝑶𝑹

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝒀 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑶𝑵 learns to see what is right in front of him.

!CONTENT WARNING! gore, romance, swearing, blood, heavy themes

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also can someone please show me how to link the first chapter i cannot for the life of me pls and thanks

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The clicking of heels against the polished floor grabs my attention, the game I was holding in my hand lays idly to the side. Bianca shoots me a nervous look from her seat next to me before peering up at the stern lady. The lady's grey hair was slicked back into a bun, her nose crooked, almost like a scythe. She did not look very nice.

"Bianca Di Angelo." She states, matter of factly. "I am here to take you, your brother," The woman shoots a pointed look at Nico, "And your... friend."

The look the mysterious woman gave was poisonous, her eyes daggers as she looked at me. Her nose sneered as she took in the surroundings of the casino. It was loud, I could tell she didn't like it.

"My name is Rose." I snapped, quickly rising to my feet. I cross my arms as her eyes narrow as she looks at me. I glare back at her, not backing down from her imposing stare.

She sighs and rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath, something along the lines of 'stupid demigods'. I feel Bianca stand next to me, putting a calming hand on my shoulder. She quickly steps in front of me, breaking my cold stare at the unpleasant woman.

"Excuse me, but are you here to take us to school?" Bianca asks, her head tilted in a curious way. The old woman nodded, a careless look on her face.

"Yes, now come, we haven't got any time to lose. Don't ask any questions." The woman says before turning on her heel to the exit of the casino. I cast a look over my shoulder to Nico, his face twisted in a worried look. His hands fiddled with a silver army soldier toy, as he glanced around at everyone except the lawyer.

"Are you sure we can't just stay?" A small voice speaks out from behind Bianca. The stern woman whips around to look at Nico, who looks like he was about to cry. The lawyer scoffs.

"Stupid boy. You three are too important to be kept here." She bluntly states. Kept here? Too important? Her words make my mind spiral. I cast a worried glance over to Bianca who also has a troubled look on her face.

I couldn't help the nervous feeling in my chest. My Dad had brought me here about two months ago. Now that I think of it, I couldn't really remember what he looked like, let alone why he left me here. Were we being kept here? I shake my head, trying to rid my mind of these troubling thoughts.

My brows furrow as I try to remember the events leading up to entering the casino. It feels like the memories are just out of reach, like a blank space fills the area where they used to be. All I could remember was the year; 1976. I didn't want to go back out there, I didn't want to face what was waiting for me on the outside. Surely, the police would still be looking for me. Most of all, I didn't want that... thing to get me.

I roughly bump into Bianca, who stopped in her tracks. Daylight poured through the open door of the casino, I could hear many voices and sounds coming from outside.

"Bianca, what the hell." I ask, my mind snapping back to reality. I glance up and all words are lost as I become rooted to my spot. The cars zoomed by in the road, hundreds of billboards lined the bustling streets. There were bright screens with neon words that I couldn't even understand. Where was I? All I know that this was not 1976.

"Hurry up, children. We haven't got time to loose." The lawyer snaps. I look over to her, my mouth wide open. Bianca and Nico still had their eyes glued to the unfamiliar scene, their faces contorted into looks of panic.

A feeling of anger rose up inside of me as I took steps closer to the woman. She didn't even flinch as I leaned as close as I could to her.

"Where the fuck are we?" I yell, my confusion getting the better of my rationality. My arms gesture to the enigmatic scene in front of me. What year is it? What happened?" My mind is running too fast that I can't comprehend one thought. Where were we? What happened while I was in the casino? Why did it look like we were in the future?

An annoyingly amused smile makes it way onto the lawyers face. She shakes her head and lets out a condescending laugh.

"Stupid girl." She began, her eyes bored, "I told you to not ask any questions." My eyes open incredulously at her dismissive words. My entire world had been flipped on its head and she tells me not to ask questions! The anger boils up in my chest as I stand there with millions of questions. I notice pink flowers start to pop up in the cracks of the sidewalk, I didn't care at this point. I couldn't control it.

"What year is it?" A soft voice breaks me from my confused spiral. Bianca, now looking over to the woman, asks, her face full of confusion. She then looks at me, her eyes filled with tears.

"2007." She bluntly states, rolling her eyes as if it was a stupid question. My hand flies to my mouth in shock as I hear the woman's words. 2007! I have been in that damn casino for thirty one years? I reel back, the realization finally hitting me. I shake my head, a feeling of sickness washes over me. This can't be happening.

The woman guides us towards a large black car. I had never seen a car so big and with so many seats! She motions to the driver to leave after we all file into the car. Nico looks completely lost, his hands still on his silver army toy.

"Now, you may be confused." The woman, Camille according to the driver, starts. I scoff at her words, my arms crossed as I look out the window. A growing feeling of sadness wells up in my stomach, a twisting sort of feeling. "I can assure you that you will be safe at your new school. We will be there shortly."

How much did the world change? Why does time pass differently in that casino? Why did my Dad leave me there? Thousands of questions circled around in my head, too many unknowns for me to handle.

I feel my breaths begin to quicken, my hands shaking. I fiddle with the pins and patches on my worn out bomber jacket, quickly grounding myself. I think of my hands in cold grass and a warm breeze blowing over my face. I breathe out a sigh, accepting of the absolutely crazy situation.

I place my hand over Bianca's, she breaks her stare from out the window to look over at me. I give her a reassuring smile and her hand a small squeeze. She gives me a small smile, telling me that she's okay.

"Okay, children, grab your things. We're here." Camille orders. She quickly climbs out of the car and starts making her way to the man standing outside of the ominous front doors of the school. I grab my green duffel bag and follow Bianca out of the car, Nico follows me slowly. I didn't even want to think about how scared he must be. We all follow Camille slowly, our necks craned up to take in the vastness of the school.

Standing on the pathway, there stands a man. He towers over my friends and I as we stand behind our lawyer. He gives us all a large, slightly creepy smile. His two different colored eyes almost seemed to glow as he looked at us.

"Welcome to Westover Hall. Your new home."

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I might make a rec list of all my favorite wincest and j2 fics. I wouldn't mind receiving some recs if anyone is interested. I decided to just list my wincest recs because I read more sam/dean fics then J2. I have no idea how many parts I'm gonna have.

Updated:

Wincest Recs Part 1

Favorites (these are pretty much rated E):

the blood in your mouth (5306 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Dean wishes he could sink his hands right through Sam’s skin, his ribs, wishes he could touch straight down to Sam’s heart. He’d feel the strong muscle of it, the clench and release of every beat, the thick heat of blood. He could take a bite, all for himself. (In which Dean starts experiencing cannibalistic thoughts about Sam, and Sam just needs his brother. Season 11.)

take the things you love (4784 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: The thing is, Sam’s reinforcing every bad behavior Dean’s ever had with this kind of shit. Fucking Sam stupid over the hood of the Impala? Dean’s wet dream—unfortunately also Sam’s—but more importantly the implicit validation of every claim Dean thinks he has on Sam—unfortunately every claim Sam’s lizard brain wants Dean to have. (Sam knows his brother wants to possess him. It's a point of internal conflict.)

brother only wants (64098 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 11/11 Summary: Sam breathes like it takes effort, and then he says, "Wanting you was the very first thing I realized was wrong with me. It was how I knew there was something sick inside." (One of them had to fall first. A story about devotion.)

an act of faith against the night (5953 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: When Dean kisses him again, he tastes like Sam's tears. "I hate you," Sam whispers into Dean's mouth, still trying to get Dean to fuck him faster. No one should ever love this much. "It's your fault, this is your fault." Dean gave him this, everything that Sam never wants to lose, and now Dean's just going to tear it all away. He's going to throw himself away, like he's nothing, if Sam can't save him. (Angsty porn set sometime in Season 3. In lieu of actually talking things out, Sam and Dean have a lot of sex. Sometimes, like now, Sam breaks down.)

Bullet for my Valentine (8840 words) by merle_p Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Summary: Stupid. He is so goddamn fucking stupid. Running his mouth like a fucking idiot, not knowing when to leave well enough alone. Bad enough that he just practically talked dirty to his little brother, which, Christ – he must be more stressed than he thought if his self-control mechanisms have started malfunctioning that badly. But no, no, he came up with a scenario straight out of a bad slasher film, as if that is something normal people talk dirty about, as if that is something Sam would seriously enjoy. As if – As if Dean hadn’t hunted his own brother through the maze of the bunker, eyes black and hammer raised to strike, not even a full year ago. As if Sam hadn’t, just a few weeks back, knelt at his feet, neck bared, waiting for Dean to deal a fatal blow with a fucking scythe

Sam has a serial killer kink and Dean indulges him. There is no explicit consent discussion prior to the kink exploration. But there is a safeword that Sam is fully able to use.

With Your Dreams Untold (10157 words) by waywardelle Chapters: 1/1 Summary: For the past ten years, Dean has been bookmarking porn on the laptop for Sam to watch. Sam figured it would never go further than that, until one night, not long after killing Hitler, Dean decides to be brave. One thing is for sure: Dean is never going to let Sam live down the fact that porn is what brought them together, in the end. Set between 12x06 & 12x07, but not necessarily a coda.

Walkin' the Tightrope (24702 words) by non_tiembo_mala Chapters: 1/1 Summary: It’s 2036, and twenty years since Sam and Dean called it quits on hunting to take up a secluded, quiet life. Maybe Jesse and Cesar gave them the idea, but after Amara, they realized they’d done enough. And they wanted a proper life together even more. Known as Sam Wesson and Dean Smith to the residents of the nearby town they call home, Sam and Dean keep mostly to themselves, their immaculately kept ‘67 Chevy Impala, and their cabin in the woods. That is, until someone from their past tracks them down, desperate for help. Sam and Dean can’t say no, not when it’s their dear friend Jody Mills in deep trouble – she’s missing – but the wedding bands they wear make going back to their old life just that little bit more complicated…

because you want to die for love (27299 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of Heaven verse Summary: He almost misses it. “Seventy-eight days.” A beat passes. “What?” That’s the face of twenty-four year old Sam staring at Dean with the eyes of the thirty-six year old Sam he left behind. Dean can’t get a read on him, on the expression there when Sam clarifies, “It was only seventy-eight days. I lived for seventy-eight days without you, and then I ended up here.” (Sam and Dean settle into their Heaven—and into each other, too.)

Just about everything by hathfrozen is awesome. The author really knows Sam and Dean and hathfrozen explores their unhinged dynamics well.

Strange How the Night Moves (2282 words) by dollylux Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam and Dean talk about Sam's night with Piper.

Kings of Christmas (4987 words) by brokenlittleboy Chapters: 1/1 Summary: During the holidays at the bunker, Sam and Dean engage in a tense competition over who can decorate the bunker the best. Things get out of hand, but in a good way.

The Exodus (14189 words) by waywardelle Chapters: 1/1 Summary: So. Dean left with Cas over a week ago on some sort of recon mission, and yeah, Sam has been trying to bury himself in research, but he's just not coping all that well with the long-term separation. He wakes up early one morning, expecting the day to be like all the rest, except it's even worse than all the rest, because he's completely and totally alone on his (brother-less) thirty-fourth birthday. His bleak outlook quickly changes with an unexpected phone call, and he has to admit that maybe someone, somewhere answered his embarrassingly needy birthday wish, despite his lack of candles to blow out.

Promise Me (9281 words) by brokenlittleboy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Additional Tags: Soulmates, Fluff, Romance, Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Men of Letters Bunker, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Winchesters, Canon Compliant, Top Dean, Bottom Sam, Frottage, Anal Sex, Sleepy Kisses, Minor Character(s) Series: Part 4 of Commissions Summary: Dean makes a promise to Sam. He'd already made a commitment to his brother in a church, but this time is more significant and meaningful. Their lives are already weird enough that one incestuous marriage proposal won't flip things upside down.

Sweet Sin, So Naked and Bare (16105 words) by HandsAcrossTheSea Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “Have you ever thought about us doing it bare?” Sam pauses with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth and brings his gaze up. “What do you mean?” “You know. Fucking bareback.” Dean’s not looking at him and Sam really, really wishes he would. Sam sets the cup down and exhales slowly. “Maybe.”

the need to choose (4542 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Castiel tells Dean something he never expected to hear.

This is an amazing fic. It does involve Mpreg and Non-traditional A/B/O dynamics. Dean is told he is pregnant. It also discusses the possibility of abortion due to the possibility of Sam and Dean being vessels and their war with Heaven and Hell. I think the concept is utterly brilliant. Sam and Dean having a child would really make it so that Heaven and Hell hunt them down or they give up their child.

reclamation (4152 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Once they're finally on the same page again, once things are okay, Sam realizes there's just one thing missing.

femme (4460 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Rummaging around the internet, Dean finds a kink he hadn't seen before; Sam explains, and demonstrates.

the beams of our house are cedar (7864 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: While they're still cementing the bunker as theirs, Dean remembers something he used to play with, when he was younger. He decides to give Sam a surprise, whenever he gets home.

there will be better days (9430 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam and Dean settle into their heaven.

ambiguity (4155 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam has a fantasy that he's long wanted to see realized. Dean misunderstands, at first, but Sam sets him straight.

a gift; win-win (967 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam wants to watch; Dean obliges.

oh so good, oh so fine (7580 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of it started with the kinks Summary: Zachariah gave them their memories back, but he didn't erase what had happened in the time they were other people. Dean Smith made a mistake, and Dean Winchester--well. He's still living with it.

kansas city (4231 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam dies in a barn, and Dean tries to live, after.

deadlybride is one of my favorite wincest authors. everything they write is certified gold. Also, I'm a simple woman, I enjoy reading about Dean in panties.

Good Clean Fun (6050 words) by nigeltde Summary: Loose lips sink ships.

Fair warning, if Sam and Dean having sex when Sam may not be fully with reality squicks you then proceed with caution. It is not stated out right and it is left ambiguous.

Lips That Unlock Doors (2668 words) by AlulaSpeaks Chapters: 1/1 Dean may have the lips that unlock doors, but it’s Sam’s mouth that drives Dean crazy.

Dean just wanted a taste.

You Have Always Been a Fire, Burning Under My Skin (6037 words) by faequeentitania Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of Sharing is Caring Summary: The first time Sam woke up to the sound of Dean jerking off, he was twelve. Hearing your brother stroking himself in the middle of the night shouldn't be a turn on at twelve. And it definitely shouldn't be a turn on at twenty-two, either. But here he was.

The entire series is awesome. There is hetero sex but Sam/Dean has a pretty established thing going on throughout. Sam and Dean enjoy sharing their sexual experiences with women and they enjoy having threesomes.

Giving Thanks (23271 words) by chiquititasnewsong Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam forgets it’s Thanksgiving until he finds Dean in the kitchen at the bunker getting ready for a huge holiday spread. Whether it’s the day or the atmosphere or some kind of odd cosmic synchronicity, Sam takes a chance that turns out to change his life in ways he never dreamed possible.

I love this fic so fuckin much. The mutual pining and the increasing sexual tension is everything to me.

To Have and To Hold (3668 words) by fallingintodivinity Chapters: 1/1 Summary: It’s while standing in the middle of the vegetable aisle at a Wal-Mart, a slightly wilted head of lettuce in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other, that Dean Winchester realizes he’s married.

A Warm Respite from a Chilly Night (1854 words) by doilycoffin Chapters: 1/1 After spending a good chunk of their evening freezing their asses off, Dean decides to warm him and Sam up with some good old fashioned spiked hot cocoa. And if it results in him getting to have a little fun with a very tipsy and horny Sam, then who is he to complain?

It's all consensual.

In the Chair Next to Mine (14407 words) by chiquititasnewsong Chapters: 1/1 Summary: This was written for this prompt from the SPN Masquerade Round 10: WINCEST - CAMPBELL BROTHERS, MARRIAGE KINK from: (anonymous) they really do love their little life in lebanon; the cozy quaint togetherness, the domestic bliss of coupledom, and they definitely get off on fooling the townspeople—letting everyone think they're mr. and mr. for real. (matching rings, the occasional pet name slipped, no one around them realizing they're getting an eyeful of incest every time a kiss is shared in public.)

Sam has a serious and intense incest kink. Dean gets into it.

Cri de Cœur [The Heart's Cry] (37817 words) by kelleigh Chapters: 7/7 Summary:

Sam and Dean could use a break after banishing God’s sister to the far reaches of oblivion. However, a new case drops into their laps when they receive a message sent to the Men of Letters using a strange old code. The name Campbell makes it impossible for them to refuse. The hunt takes the Winchesters back to Charleston, South Carolina, a city they haven’t been through in almost twenty years. It plunges them into the obscure and bloody history of an old plantation where ghost sightings and a consuming madness mean the clock is ticking.

Using every resource they have, including the help of the last Campbell ancestor in the South, the testimony of a powerless ghost, and the expertise of a handsome young historian, Sam and Dean need to uncover the truth behind the haunting before it claims another innocent victim. Based on the short story, The Yellow Wallpaper.

This is the second part of a series but it can be read as a stand alone. I love reading case fics and love reading ones that read like it could be on the show. This is awesome. Takes a divergence after Amara reunites with Chuck.

Sticking With You (10522 words) by smalltrolven Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam’s soul has been stretched to the limit after being attached to Chuck via the damn bullet in his shoulder. But now he has something to decide: whether or not to fill Dean in about what had really happened to Sam while Dean was off hunting on his own and killing his old buddy. It takes him the whole drive to Alaska, and nearly the whole way back to work up the courage to spill the whole story.

Dean helps Sam's soul heal and it is a beautiful thing.

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby (17652 words) by orphan_account Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “You get to have this, Dean.” The brush of Sam’s mouth against his own is the sweetest ache. Lips catch and drag and Sam whispers into his mouth, “You get to have this. If you want this, I’m giving it to you. Let me give this to you.” Dean wants to say yes. He wants to say please and I love you and thank you. For the trust, the devotion, the care. It’s not something that has ever needed to be verbalised but god, in this moment Dean wants nothing more than to tell this boy just how much he loves him. “Yeah. Yeah, Sam — I want this.” The words taste like the sweetest freedom and a thousand more years of damnation but Sam’s tongue soothes the burn of them. Long fingers cradle the back of his head tenderly, so tenderly, like he’s something precious to be taken care of, and Dean’s chest feels fit to bursting with how much he loves this kid.

I adore this fic. I really really do. and its sexy hot. This has Daddy kink. Sam calls Dean Daddy and it has undertones of subdropping.

Every New Beginning (1881 words) by remy Chapters: 1/1 Summary: one night you realize you love him, you love him in a way you shouldn’t, in a way you can never tell anyone, least of all him because he is not here. he is miles and miles and miles below your feet, so far out of your reach that you can’t even imagine it, and your chest hurts so sharp and vindictive you can’t breathe. and here’s the thing – without him, you don’t want to.

This is written in second person but it is an honestly beautiful depiction of Dean's feelings for Sam.

they were each other's toxic cure called codependency (2172 words) by nowhere_blake Series: Part 8 of codas for the damned and the brokenhearted Summary: Mary’s back, Dean is gone and Sam stops sleeping. She thought she understood how deep her boys' relationship goes, but when Michael takes over and Dean disappears, she needs to reevaluate just exactly how scarily codependent the two of them are. Coda to 14x01 Stranger in a Strange Land.

There's No Normal After That (6274 words) by Fenix21 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Dean discovers the truth behind the words of what it really means to love his brother.

Dean's turmoil after Sam's non-death is good stuff. This fic is set after Red Meat.

O Heavenly Christmas (8124 words) by SmackTheDevil Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Reunited on a bridge in Heaven, Sam and Dean have much to catch up on and slide back into their close relationship as if they had never been apart. Sam is reflective about a life long lived, while Dean is his usual self; cracking jokes and teasing his brother. But without the weight of the world on their shoulders, for the first time, in a long time they are both able to relax and talk about their time together on Earth, relive a few memories and enjoy their first Christmas together in Heaven.

amazing work and the progress of their re-joining is beautiful

ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? (ain't you my baby?) (3367 words) by pilotflyingj Summary: Five times Dean calls Sam "baby," and one time he doesn't.

Monsters Are Always Hungry (27458 words) by untraceablegirl23 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: He peers down at him for just a second, a second that skips on like hours, because looking at Sam is like giving something up, like air, like space, and being replaced entirely with devotion. (Nonlinear depiction of the time Sam and Dean are found out and how it all comes to in the months beforehand which are Heaven and Hell at once. Or an acknowledgement of just how far they’d go for each other, even when it’s beyond wrong, because how can you hide when you’re entirely made for someone else?)

Midnight Ride (2749 words) by ani_coolgirl Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam really just means to get some sleep. But if he wants Dean’s good mood to last, he may as well indulge and enjoy the ride.

Sam indulging Dean's cowboy while Castiel and Jack are in the next room.

#wincest #I have over 100 saved wincest fics #I have a problem #personal #wincest fic recs

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floralifetime · 1 year

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Toruk Makto's Sister.

Warning: Very bad writing, some grammatical error (English is not my fist language so please be kind), mention of death, mention of bad parenting.

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Chapter n.3 Pursued by a Thanator

“Many people talk to nature and animals, not everyone is able to listen, however. It is such a pity."

The following morning, after a shared breakfast and making sure my brother was okay, I headed to the armory with my personal bow on my back and a quiver of arrows that will allow me to train for a couple of hours. Yes, I brought my bow with me, I don't use it in the army for clear reasons, but the calm and and lucidity needed to know how to use it well always helps me to clear my mind and relaxes me despite being a very tiring hobby. I am passionate about unconventional weapons, the bow and the scythe are my favourites, but knives also have a special place in my heart, throwing ones I mean.

I breathe deeply as I pull an arrow out of my quiver, position it, take aim and release the tightrope, the dart breaks the air and finds its place, in the center of the target in front of me and only then I release the breath I had been holding until now. The training went on for the two hours that I had calculated at the beginning, I must admit that archery has helped a lot, it has helped me to relax a little since I have been very excited since I opened my eyes this morning and that I don't walk, I fly for enthusiasm. At least that's what I do until I freeze in place because I see Colonel Quaritch looking around as if he's looking for someone in particular. I really hope it's not me, because anyone who considers this place only a conquest destination and has no respect for the life present here, I don't consider it worthy of my attention. I don't care who it is, maybe that's why Grace and I hit it off immediately, she hates Quaritch and Selfridge too, we feel alike. “Hey Sully!” I hear myself called by the only person present here besides me, the one I really didn't want to see, always my usual luck. I freeze in place, turning to him quickly, I see him walking with all the calm in the world in my direction, stopping only when he thinks he's gotten close enough. I don't know what's keeping me from taking at least four steps back to avoid it. “How can I help you, sir?” I ask forcing a smile, pretending a respectful tone as much as possible, I don't think I'm happy with it, the dislike I feel for him is greater than my ability to pretend. “You get straight to the point, huh? I like it, not wasting time on useless pleasantries.” he replies. “Precisely what you are doing, I think. So, what do you need?” he smiles and approaches further, this time I back away putting a little distance between the two of us, luckily he understands the hint and stops on the spot. "You're right, I apologize, Sully." I glared at him for a couple of minutes and he only spoke when I raised an impatient eyebrow. “I wanted to know where your brother is. I'm sure you've seen it, I mean, after Tommy's death you wouldn't gladly part with the other one, right?” my eyes widen, this is bullshit, using Tommy's death to get what he wants. I wonder, if he has no qualms about using such a biting and painful topic for me just to get such simple information, what is he willing to do to get something more? The possibilities are endless for someone like him and it scares me a lot.

“I don't know exactly where he is, the only thing I know for sure is that he's not here in the armory, but I think you've already figured it out since you have working eyes.” I retort trying to regain a minimum of that character that distinguishes me when it comes to my family. "I can't believe you don't know exactly where he is." he smiles mockingly while I have to do my best to repress a growl that has very little human. "What I know I've already told you, and see if you can do something productive and useful, if you need my brother, go find him by yourself." I answer. “Aw, did I hurt little Sully's feelings? I thought that sharpshooter had to be calm and concentrated to do their job well…" he turns to leave and I, unable to resist the anger I feel for him, put on my bow, nock my arrow and let it go, breaking one part of the fabric of the shirt he wears, just near his neck. He turned around slowly, his eyes wide open, I can't tell if he was scared, but he didn't expect such a thing, that's for sure. The corner of my mouth quirks in a mocking, cheeky smile as I put my bow away and shrug slightly. "I'm a sharpshooter, I don't miss the target, if I didn't hit you it means I don't want to hit you for now." "You're making a grave mistake, Sully." he growls. “Yes, like your mother when she gave birth to you.” I retort as I leave, shouldering him hard enough to force him to move a little from the position he was in.

“Grace, can I tell you something?” I ask her as I pass her the mixture she needs. "Certain." she cuts it short as she applies it. “I saw Quaritch in the armory.” Grace raises an eyebrow and glares at me out of the corner of her eye, slowing her work. "And? He's a Marine, like your brother. It is normal to see him in the armory.” “I thought so too. At least until he asked me about my brother." She interrupts her work to turn to me and look at me, she knows exactly how I feel about them since my opinion matches hers. “What did he want?” she asks suspiciously. "I don't know exactly, he wanted to know where he was." “Did you tell him?” cautious question. "Absolutely not! You know I would never feed my brother to him!" I don't even pronounce his name because he is hateful. "What did you tell him?" she asks. "That I didn't know exactly where he was." She reflects for a while. "I don't like that he wanted to know, ask your brother for an explanation." I nod. “Do you think he want something from Jakey? I don't think he just wants to ask how the journey was, he doesn't care." Grace nods in concentration. "Obviously he wants something, Quaritch is not the type to care about anything other than achieving his goals, no matter how inhuman and violent they are." her voice takes on a melancholy tone, just as her gaze is lost in memories that I cannot touch, which occurred before my arrival here. “I'd rather Quaritch just leave my brother alone, I really don't want to know Jakey with characters like that.” We are silent for a couple of minutes before I speaks again "Do you think that… Does he want to involve Jakey in his plans?" I ask. "It's possible, I hope not for you anyway. In any case we just have to wait, because at this moment we have nothing in our hands, keep an eye on your brother and ask him for explanations when you learn that he has been chatting with Quaritch. ” I sigh heavily "But Grace, Jakey is an adult, and he's stubborn…If I try to investigate too much he might get annoyed and not tell me anything." "Be discreet, then." I nod. "There's something about what I said that doesn't convince you, right?" she asks me and I deny. “It's not so much what you said, it's that it makes me anxious knowing that Quaritch is looking for my brother for reasons of his, which I don't know, and knowing the character, there can't be good reasons that push him to talk to Jakey. On the other hand, my brother is an adult and can make the decisions he wants, I can't help it, unfortunately or fortunately, it depends on the case. I trust my brother, he's all I have left, I know he wouldn't do something that would make me feel bad." I conclude. I don't trust Quaritch, I don't now and I never will, but I trust my brother.

“I don't know who gave you a gun but I doubt his intelligence, Jakey.” I smile. “Hey, aren't you glad you have your big brother to protect you?” he smiles mockingly, slightly flexing the muscles of his arms, just to show his strength. I roll my eyes and smile. “You are such an exhibitionist…” “But you love me for that too, right little sister?” he makes puppy eyes, and once I nod and shake my head, he tosses my hair affectionately.

Time X has now come and we are boarding Trudy's Samson to be transported deep into the forest of Pandora for the mission. “Well, nice to meet you guys, I'm Trudy and my job is to escort you deep into the forest and pick you up.” the pilot welcomes us from her driving seat. “Trudy, I'm so glad to see you!” I exclaim, I hadn't seen her yet because she was already up when we arrived with our Avatar bodies. Trudy turned to me and smiled. "Do you recognize me?" I asked her, curious. “You are very different, of course, but yes, I recognize you. Your gentle gaze is always the same, it is unmistakable.” I blush heavily, I'm not very used to believing compliments, even though my older brother never misses an opportunity to give them to me. "See? I'm not the only one who says you're beautiful!" Jakey teases me as I pat his shoulder lightly and playfully while the others giggle. "Anyway checks your older brother, I already asked him to deal with the weapons, makes sure he doesn't get too happy about it." this time it was my turn to laugh as Jakey pouted, I have to admit that even though he's my older brother, he's downright adorable with that frown on his face. "You look really adorable with that expression, you know that?" I ask him smiling, he quickly turns his head towards me, his eyes wide. He brings both hands to his chest, pressing them against his heart in pretended fainting. “This is really bad, little sister!” he whimpers. “You struck deep into my pride as it shattered along with my poor Marine heart!” he leans back in the seat, pretending to die, mouth open and tongue out. I burst out laughing and hugged him as best I could, Jakey stood still for a couple of seconds and then returned his hug laughing. “Jakey?” I asked just before lifting my head from his shoulder. "Yes?" she answered, gently tugging at one of my braids. “What did Quaritch want? Did he find you in the end?” he stiffens slightly before answering. "Nothing important, really. He wanted to make sure I protected you well and did a good job. Not big deal, Sweety.” I nod even if his slight initial stiffness makes me think. "Ok, now we're off, get ready!" announces Trudy.

“Bye Trudy, remember to pick us up!” I yell at her once she gets off the Samson, the noise it makes is deafening and drowns out our voices, so that we are all forced to scream. “Of course not, I would never forget my best friend, who do you take me for!? Think about being careful rather than tell me about it, okay?” I nod as I look around, noticing a plethora of Stingbats hovering around the craft. "Careful, those are Stingbats, and their venom is very dangerous." Grace informs us. “Little sister, be careful…What the heck?!” a couple of Stingbats had detached themselves from the group and started circling me, at face level, but they didn't seem willing to attack me. I chuckled slightly, spinning around, following the two little animals. One of them, particularly sociable, landed on my shoulder, he didn't seem intimidated or even aggressive towards me, I slowly approached his hand to his little head, and then stroked him slowly, I didn't want to make sudden movements so as not to scare him, their low intelligence makes them perfect prey, so sudden movements are not the best, despite their very high vision. He let himself be given a couple of caresses, and then flew off peacefully with the others. “Bye little ones!” I greeted them, then turned to my mission mates, and Trudy who was still with us. Grace simply had an eyebrow raised, not surprised by this "strangeness" all mine, Trudy smiled and winked at me, while Norm and my brother had such big eyes that they looked like owls. “Have you touched and interacted with any Stingbats and are you still alive? And do you still have all your fingers? Didn't they stung you or attack you?" Norm asks in a tone somewhere between tense and amazed. "That's interesting too, but it's also true that those flying outside the base have never attacked you, I'm right Y/N?” Grace smiles, while I nod. "You know how dangerous they are, right? Surely you know, you've been trained…" "Of course I know, also because, if you had listened to Grace, you would have known that outside the base where we come from there are quite a few, but nothing has ever happened to me.” Norm turns to Grace, who nods in concentration. "Nothing has ever happened to her, I confirm. They have never been aggressive, even though she often went out in the evening to observe the stars and the sky." Grace informs him, "In fact, it happened often enough that they would stop flying around the sentry guns and come flying near me, but I was never once stung or attacked." I smile. “And is there an explanation for this behavior?” asks Norm who has overcome the concern, leaving only the wonder to take possession of him. "No, not that I know of at least." Grace says. “Looks like you still got a handle on it, sis.” Jakey winks at me as I blush again. “Do what?” Norm asks. “Well, let's say that she has always had a predilection for animals and nature in general, despite the fact that many forms of plant life have now completely disappeared from our planet. What I mean is that she doesn't seem to have lost the magical touch about her." he giggles as I look everywhere but at them.

Since I was a child I developed a great empathy and sensitivity towards animals and plants, I was not very popular in our country, I only had my older brothers because I was considered "strange" and "weak" given my basically kind and unselfish personality. I didn't have any friends and things at home couldn't be said to be that much better, my parents didn't care much about me like they didn't care much about Tommy and Jakey, we always rolled up our sleeves to take care of all three together. This loneliness prompted me to develop a high capacity for identification with animals, often strays, who were mistreated or ignored like me, I don't know exactly how, but this also applies to plants, as if I were able to perceive and feel their suffering, as if I felt it myself, just by looking at them. I took care of them, and they, in turn, helped me in my time of need, becoming my most loyal friends and making my "weird" reputation worse than in the beginning. But every cloud has a silver lining, as if I hadn't already pulled out my claws when it came to defending my brothers, I definitely pulled them out for the animals and so I can say that they also helped me get stronger, without losing my kindness and humanity, which on Earth as we know it, is absolutely not a given.

“It is something that she has been carrying around since she was a child, I dare say, since she was born!” Jakey smiles. “Okay, but that's enough now because we're not here to talk, but to accompany me to collect various samples. Now, let's stick together and not part, okay? The forest is dangerous at any hour but even more at night. Have I been clear?” Grace brings everyone back to reality while also saving me from a very embarrassing situation, I can't thank her enough for that. We all nod and I instinctively approach my brother, squeezing next to him. "Come on let's go, let's not waste time!" the scientist prods us and we set off into the depths of the forest, with my warning to Jakey, to be careful with his gun, which echoed behind us.

The forest was magnificent, of a luxuriant green, it didn't need that there were who knows how many noises to guess the life that lived there, strong in its prosperity. The few sounds that were heard all came from the various groups of animals to which the forest provided a verdant refuge, who regularly saw the gun of my evil mastermind older brother pointed at them. “Jakey, how many times do I have to tell you not to point the weapon at any source of noise?” I ask him. “But what do we know if a predator is hiding there in the middle of the branches? Prudence is never too much.” he replies as he points his weapon at peaceful Prolemuris. “Those, Jakey, aren't predators.” I specified. “Your sister is right, Marine, their name is Prolemuris, and they won't attack anyone here as they are non-aggressive, despite living in very large groups.” The yellow eyes of the creatures moved constantly between me and everyone else, especially Jakey who, being close to me, was even closer than the others to them. Their inquisitive eyes soon move definitively to me, who smiles softly, tilts my head to one side and approaches them calmly, carefully listening to their lively chirps and trying to reproduce them, which I do well enough to let some of them down so that I find myself face to face with three of them, who look at me happy, they seem to have understood that I'm not an enemy and that I'd like to play a bit with them. I have always thought that animals, terrestrial or otherwise, have a higher capacity for understanding than is normally attributed to them. As if they feel and knew how to distinguish the good people from the bad ones, the weird one of the group, after all.

I gently extend an arm towards them, it seems to me that they are a young male or female given its liveliness, a mother with a baby on her back and another who I think is a male who has come to check the situation, especially the mother with the puppy as they are very protective of their puppies. The livelier one climbs without hesitation on my hand, cheerfully chirping along my entire arm to then land on my shoulder, and starting to lightly pull some strands of my hair. “Hey, little guy! Stop pulling my hair…" I slowly turned my face towards him and moved my finger just as slowly, to then stroke his little head, he liked the attention because he chirped happily, starting to climb further, settling on my head. I chuckle as I slowly bend down to observe the mother with the baby, he will not have been bigger than my hand. The mother also leaned towards me and I made her little head collide with her nose, which she rubbed against my cheek affectionately, allowing me to stroke both her and the baby. The puppy climbed onto my finger, and when I gently approached him he nuzzled my cheek, making me giggle. He was really adorable, as much as his mom who chirped happily when I helped the little one get back to her, safe and sound. The male, initially suspicious, had calmed down and approached, leaning towards my nose, touching or examining with a curious look, his movements made me giggle, he seems to like my laugh because he chirped happy and curious every time he noticed how my nose would move. I interacted with them for a couple more minutes before they all retreated together. “Bye little ones, have a nice day!” I greeted them as I watched my brother walk towards me with a knowing look on his face and a smirk on his lips.

“And we are already at two animals that react in a particular way with you.” Grace smiles as Jakey walks me over to her and Norm. “I said it, you have an innate predisposition towards nature and animals. She doesn't surprise me that this is the case." grins my brother. “Well, you must be right, Prolemuris are very protective of their puppies and something like this has definitely never happened before.” Norm nods. "Come on, let's continue but be careful, surely the Na'vi are already keeping an eye on us." begins Grace. “And definitely under fire.” I conclude as we walk.

“Be careful, this is Hammerhead Titanothere territory.” warns Grace. "Are they dangerous?" Jakey inquires putting his hand on the gun he's carrying around. "No, at least they're not angry, they're herbivores but it would be better not to underestimate them…Take them like Pandora's rhinos." I inform him and Jakey nods, looking around, immediately noticing the particular plants, the fluorescent mushrooms which, as soon as they are touched, sink into the ground as a form of defense. Their name is Helicoradian, and they are not very happy to entertain my brother as he was intent on playing, touching them repeatedly. I could feel that the mushrooms didn't appreciate Jakey's way of having fun at all, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, it seemed to me that I was connected with the forest itself, as if her heart beat in conjunction with mine. “Jakey, please don't play with this plant.” I said approaching him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's fun to see how they retreat to the ground." Jakey chuckled. "Yes, I guess it is for you and don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're having fun and enjoying being here, but that plant doesn't appreciate the way you do it at all, you know? Its retreat into the ground is a form of defense, she thinks you mean to hurt her.” My brother turns to me, raising an eyebrow and continuing to do what he was doing despite my warnings, prompting the entire group of Helicoradian to retreat, showing a Hammerhead Titanothere not at all happy with Jakey's intervention and his presence. My brother, definitely known for his intelligence, seeing that the Hammerhead Titanothere was obviously aggressive, pointed his gun at him, while Grace and Norm joined us, having previously departed to collect the famous samples we went out for in the first place.

“Don't shoot him, you'll just irritate him!” Grace warned him. “And what do I do with this beast? Shall I waltz with it?” sarcastic question my brother. The Hammerhead slammed her hammer into the trees nearby. “He's pissed already, by the way!” “Jakey, what do you think you do to a Hammerhead? Your bullets on its outer shell have the same effect as teeth on armor.” “Then what do we do?” my brother asks continuing to hold him at gunpoint. "Don't shoot or try to attack him, if you were to attempt such a feat he would charge you with all his strength, you wouldn't like to suffer such a thing." says Grace. Jakey obviously doesn't listen to her and, trying to drive the animal away, fires a shot at it, so the Hammerhead charges at Jakey, stopping confused when I stand between them, ignoring Jakey who tries everything to push myself behind him. My arms are raised and slightly forward, with my hands open and palms facing him, so that he realizes that I have no weapons and, therefore, am not an enemy. "Shh…It's alright, you're scared, aren't you?” I whisper softly, moving my hands slowly, always so as not to frighten him, I have to be careful and be delicate to resolve this situation without anyone getting hurt.

"You see? I don't have those ugly things that other people have." I nod after he looks at me curious and even a little suspicious for a couple of minutes. “Can I come closer, honey?” my voice seems to reassure him, so I approach slowly, calmly, while he looks at me curiously. "It's okay, you're fine, I promise." I smile softly, when I'm close enough I tenderly pass a hand on his neck and head, while he grumbled contentedly approaching me. "I'm sorry if we scared you, baby, it wasn't our intention, I promise." I smile, while I caress him. “Little one? Is that small?” Jakey asks bewildered, I ignore him while I scratch his head. The interaction between us goes on for a while, until the Hammerhead runs away scared, I don't know from what.

"What the heck happened?" Jakey asked, as dazed as I was by the animal's rapid change in mood. We turned slowly and we were greeted by the worst sight that could greet us, worse even than a group of armed and angry Na'vi. A big Thanator, straight and proud that he looked at us as if we were his next tasty dinner. "What do we do with this? Run away? Don't run away?" Jakey asked as he raised his weapon, pointing it at the Thanator. "We definitely run!" I scream. We started running and soon, in the confusion, separated. Jakey and I were running at breakneck speed, with him trying everything to keep me from falling behind him and when he could he fired a few shots at the beast, trying to drive it away but increasing his anger, continuing to run we came up to a waterfall with the water that formed a lake under it. I heard the speedy footsteps of the predator getting closer and closer, I looked around to look for a possible way out that didn't include diving headlong into a lake of unknown size and depth. I found none and, by the time it took me to inspect the surroundings around us, the Thanator had caught up with us and had aimed at my brother who had his back to him trying to control the height of the cliff where we were. Just as the Thanator leapt forward to attack Jakey, I positioned myself between him and the predator, pushing my brother off the cliff with all my strength. Jakey screamed in surprise and fell forward, staggering forward and feeling a strange tiredness I ran and plunged headlong into the lake below us.

Once I hit the water, a sharp, excruciating pain pierces my shoulder making me gasp to reach the surface and get to the shore, I can only get back up thanks to the help of my brother who has joined me. "What happened? Are you ok?" he asks me worried. “I think the Thanator scratched me before we jumped…” Jakey gently grabbed my arm and checked the open wound which was still bleeding, not the best. "Damn it!! Take off your shirt, we're using it as a makeshift blindfold. Put my coat over it to cover you up.” he says pulling off the military textured coat he's wearing as I proceed to take off my shirt and wrap it around my shoulder, then put on Jakey's jacket. "We've parted ways with Norm and Grace, we don't know where we are and it's getting dark, it couldn't get any worse!" he moans helping me to my feet. "I'm sorry, I don't want to slow you down, but my arm hurts." I start by trying to reach him. “Can you go slower, please?” I ask as he stops, letting me join him. "Imagine, does it hurt so much?" he asks while I just nod.

This is chapter 3 and yes I know it took me forever to get this out😅…Sorry to anyone who has read and enjoyed so far but it's been a busy few days and I couldn't find a good time to write. I apologize so much, and I take this opportunity to thank anyone who has read up to now, hoping that they have enjoyed everything❤️.

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hello i am here to ask about your oc grim. i am not zi

Hello not zi i am so excited to introduce you to my rat bastard!

Grim is literally the Grim Reaper. Like actually. He is also a vampire! A very dramatic, thespian, sadistic, scary individual. He likes going on murder sprees. He likes causing problems on purpose and annoying people, as he finds joy in being virtually untouchable by most others on the account of being a deity. He especially likes bothering people who are also powerful and like bullying the weak, but who are not quite powerful enough to talk back and banter with someone who can kill them in a second with the single touch of a finger. Oh yeah, he can kill by merely touching someone, he just enjoys carnage a lot more! It's more challenging and fun to go up one against a thousand, and way more traumatising for those who witness his slaughter in person (Auden. Auden is forever scarred). He does occasionally perform the Kiss of Death i guess, as he is a romantic and simply can't help being slimy and gross about it. A gentle death, all things considered, to die from a kiss

As for appearance, i have been working on a drawing of him, but the issue is that ive worked on it for so long that every time i look at it i hate it more, so its just in perpetual limbo forever. BUT, until i finally post it, i can just describe him!

He has very long silver, near white hair he keeps in a messy ponytail that starts off decent, but gets worse as the day goes on bc hes feral and rabid. He is in all long, flowy black clothing, as he has to stay on theme. Usually a long coat and tall boots, as that is his 'work' outfit (i.e. the stuff he wears to do war and murder and death and crimes) as well as a mask resembling some kind of an Animal's skull. I haven't actually chosen what kind of animal (or maybe i have? I think i landed on a canine skull) but i do actually have some sketches of actual animal skulls i made for ideas that i can show :3

I also thought about having it be like a plague doctor type deal with a bird skull instead but i already have The Doctor (another bastard character of mine), and if anyone, they should have the honor of wearing a mask like that

He also of course has a big heavy scythe, and black tendrils of smoky magic surrounding him when hes extra rabid, which cloaks him and makes him look like the cursed shadow of a dead animal, possibly a hyena if you take into account his unhinged cackling. Only when hes in the mood for killing murder and homicide, otherwise hes mostly shadow magic free

He wears a lot of silver jewellery, which does in fact burn him as he is quite the unholy creature of night; he just doesn't care. If asked about it, hell say its cause he likes how silver looks. (spoiler: the real reason is that he is Absolutely a masochist but you didn't hear that from me, that chapter is still in the works o_o) He has one hand thats just completely charcoal black, and he has black markings running across the skin of his entire body up to his chin, and there are two reasons for that:

When he became the embodiment of death the black magic possessing him cursed/burned him and now he just Looks Like That

I find tattoos incredibly hot, especially covering the neck. Very attractive

Hes also like. A tall guy. For a human hes big lanky tall, like 2 metres (thats around 6'6 apparently) however hes also usually in Hell, and demons can grow to all kinds of insane heights, be it rly tiny or hugely massive. Despite that, even demons triple his height built like a tank and weighing about as much find him to be incredibly unnerving, and instinctually become wary and careful around him. He has that effect on people he's in one room with; some kind of magical aura that causes even the wildest forest around him to become deathly silent upon his arrival. but he's also just kinda. Infamous. Like its hard to find someone who doesn't know who he is, its like trying to find someone in europe or the us whos never heard of jesus or god before. You could maybe find a few people like that, but its very unlikely. So not many walk up to him ready to obliterate him, however much they may want to. He likes looking down on people as much as he likes looking up at massive shit brick houses trying their damnedest to stare him down and assert dominance, not really succeeding. He prides himself on being the most menacing thing around, and not only regarded with fear by the weakest, but also awakening rare terror inside the hearts of the strongest, who aren't used to being on the recieving end of Anything bad. He almost finds it more fun than dunking on those that are already at the bottom of the food chain.

Hes also just a silly goofy guy :) just a silly smiley guy :) its probably why so many interpretations of the grim reaper have a human skull for a head :) its cause hes so silly and so smiley :)

Not Even God Will Be Able To Save You If You Manage To Truly Ruin His Mood :)

And as a last little fun fact, he has a tendency to just. Show Up. Just spawn next to you. Behind you. You could blink and congratulations, suddenly hes in your face and youve died from a heart attack. He just kinda appears, and then hes there. Like imagine youre a big scary demon lord, in a massive mansion, locked behind many walls and doors, guards patrolling every corner, feared by many. you walk into your very safe bedroom, ready to relax. And hes just. there. No one saw him enter. No one will notice when he leaves. Hes just laying on your couch like an asshole, reading your diary. What do you even do about this

You can read about him in Auden's story! He is one of Auden's whumpers! He's gonna be in the forefront in the newest chapter im writing (as well as another surprise mystery guest that will finally be introduced 👀) so be ready for that releasing any time between tomorrow and two weeks from now :-)

#asks #not zi #thank you for letting me talk about this menace #grim oc #auden's story #this got pretty long #real talk i am unironically unsure if this is zi or not zi #you have confused me #but whoever you are i love you!#i promise i will one day post that drawing #it will happen #i will also post at least one drawing of everyone in this story #perhaps multiple....#also feel free to ask more about him or ask more in general #i love asks

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hereforthefanficsandromance · 8 months

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The Way He Looks at You Series I:III

Act I: The Way He Looks at You Chapter 3: The Way He Dresses You

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Chapter Summary

Cal buys you some new clothes. Rating: 18+ Words: 2.6K

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Cal lands the ship with ease and you observe his hands, drawn to his every movement. He has left you repeatedly wanting more, and your brain wants to memorize any movement that it could use to fantasize. His long and slender fingers grip the controls in a delicate yet expert manner, as though it takes little effort for him to command anything. He exerts no more force than exactly what any moment requires. He is very aware of his own power.

That is all the input you need to let your thoughts run wild. He’s so cool and collected. You imagine him lazily pumping his fingers into you while examining your face for each response. He looks like he is barely doing any work to draw the sounds of pleasure from your lips. His expression remains focused only on you, easily creating the exact melody of small noises he wants to hear.

Occasionally curling his fingers with his own measured inhale, pressing hard and rubbing the area slowly and with purpose. Once his lungs are full of air, he exhales slowly while pulling his fingers mostly out of your weeping hole. He then continues to pump at an agonizing pace, maybe brushing his thumb once or twice against your sensitive bud, but never lingering long enough to allow you the pleasure you crave. He wants to draw this out, and will only allow your release when he deems the moment right, if he allows it at all.

Cal turns his head to the left, glancing back at you out of the corner of his eye. A look of interest before turning back to continue the landing sequence. You hold your breath for a moment, trying to calm down, then look down at your lap. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, your body has reacted to the fantasy and is now desperate to be touched.

Once the Scythe is firmly on the ground, Cal rotates his chair to face you. There is a long silence that follows, he observes while you look up at him through your eyelashes. You feel anxious but not intimidated, you can’t help but want to see his expression every time he watches you.

“You’ll stay close to me unless I order you otherwise.” He says. He looks like he wants to say something more.

You nod in understanding, eyes dropping to his full lips before you can stop them. It takes an honest effort to force them back upwards, but when you manage he is squinting slightly with interest.

“I don’t suppose you can control your thoughts more?” He asks, though he already knows the answer.

“I can try.” You say weakly, but you think you may be lying.

“So needy.” Is the last thing he says before he stands and lowers the loading door.

You release yourself from your seat and follow him, attempting to match his stride. You wonder if he feels the same craving that you feel, if he is resisting giving in to it. Maybe he doesn’t need to resist because listening to your lust is enough. Perhaps his own desire is to hear how badly you want him.

Part of you wonders if you could make him needy, this whole time all your fantasies have been about how you want to be touched. You haven’t attempted to make him listen to how you would touch him in return. Just as you imagine dropping to your knees in front of Cal, he turns around hastily and grabs your right upper arm. He leans in close to your ear, pulling your chest against his own. You stumble forward into his grip.

“Do not actively attempt to break my focus if you wish to get what you want.” He whispers dangerously in your ear. He releases you just as quickly and does not even glance in your direction before turning away to continue walking down the street.

You are a bit shaken by his aggression, but you now know exactly where the line is. You don’t miss the fact that he punished you before turning away. The realization of how easily controlled you were by his eyes becomes apparent. You don’t want to do anything that will cause him to take them from you again.

You continue to follow, apologizing to him in your mind. It hurts more than you thought it would and your mind stays relatively silent for the rest of the journey, only wanting him to look at you again.

Cal comes to a stop outside of a local eatery, he presses a couple credits into your palm.

“Feed yourself and do not leave this location, I will retrieve you when my business is complete.” He looks at your sternly, demanding you compliance.

“Yes, Thirteenth Brother.” You say, determined to keep his favor and relieved that he has looked at you again.

He gestures for you to enter the eatery before he leaves. You turn and walk inside and look around. Finding a place to sit, you glance towards the entrance, but Cal has already left. There’s a quiet moment of emptiness in being alone again, but you know he will return for you, and that is enough.

Using Cal’s credits, you order yourself food and drink. You are unsure how often you will have access to food so you try to fill up as much as possible. You take your time, enjoying the meal. Working for the Rebellion meant that things were tight, you mostly cooked for yourself. It’s nice to enjoy a meal that was made well by someone else.

After your meal you go to use the bathroom near the back of the building. Coming out of the stall you look at your reflection in the mirror. You use your hands to cup water from the faucet and scrub the old tears off your face. Trying to clean up your overall appearance, you’d like to look as attractive as possible before Cal returns. You use the water and a finger to clean your mouth as well. Finger combing your hair and wetting it slightly so that it can dry back to its original shape.

Once you finish grooming, you head back to your table, unsure what to do with your time. You spot the paper napkin dispenser on the far end of the table and pull a few out. Absentmindedly folding and refolding the squares, trying to create shapes. You used to fold paper for fun as a child but it’s been so long that you can’t really remember the tricks. It is entertaining enough to pass the time.

A while later, you feel a hand on your shoulder and look up. You have been so involved in your project that you didn’t realize that Cal had returned. Glancing back down at your pathetic attempt at folding a Star Destroyer, it’s really just a glorified triangle. You crumple your mess and place it on your empty plate then stand to follow Cal. You can see he is holding a brown flat package under his arm, wondering if that is the cause for your visit to this planet.

Once outside the eatery, he leads you down the same streets back towards the ship. He takes a turn that you weren’t expecting, leading to a dirty alleyway. Once a secluded spot behind a large trash compactor is located, he turns to face you.

“Take off your clothes and put them in there.” He glances at the compactor.

You nod, feeling your skin grow hot at his request. You remove your shirt first, tossing it away, then your skirt. Cal’s fingers work to open the package but his eyes never leave yours while you undress. The moment you remove both pieces of clothing he glances down at your bra and panties.

“Those too.” He says, then raises his eyes back upwards.

“What? Why?” You ask, suddenly not willing to remove anymore clothing under his gaze.

“You have attached memories to your clothes, those included. If you keep them, other Inquisitors may sense your past.” He explains, the package falling open in his hands revealing black clothes underneath the paper.

“I can’t just be fully naked here, what if someone sees?” You protest.

“Do you believe I am not capable of sensing another?” He challenges. “Do not make me ask again.”

You force your fingers to remove the remaining fabric from your body and toss them as well. The last time you were naked was in front of Theo, and he wouldn’t even look at you for it. You feel uncomfortably exposed, wanting to disappear. Cal watches your expressions closely, sensing your discomfort is coming from a place of hurt.

He doesn’t move to hand you the new clothing, he instead waits until you stop fidgeting and watch him back. Then he lowers his gaze across your naked body little by little. You watch his eyes drag across every inch of your exposed skin, taking his time and looking as long as he desires. You suddenly don’t have to fight the urge to shift under his stare; instead feeling oddly comfortable being looked at this way.

You want more; you want him to reach out, to trace the outline of your breasts, lightly pinching their hardened peaks. Letting his other hand caress your lower stomach, drifting down to brush along your folds. Gently stroking the pads of his fingers along the aching slit, barely dipping into the leaking desire.

Cal finishes looking at your body, and returns to watch your face. There is a hint of smugness on his face, he pulls two pieces of fabric from the package and allows the paper to fall to the side. He tucks one under his arm and approaches you with the other. He brings the article of clothing down over your head, passing the wide opening over your head and shoulders. The fabric catches at your waist and a mid-thigh length skirt flutters down to cover your lower half.

He holds the front of the dress so that you may put your arms in the long sleeves and he pulls it up over your shoulders. The sleeves fit snugly over your arms but flare out at the wrists; the end hitting just above your highest knuckles. There is a slit in each that goes up slightly above your wrist, allowing access to the skin underneath. There are two thin cords connected to the fabric of the shoulder, he takes them and steps behind your body, tying them into a bow across your upper back.

You look down as he is behind you and see that the dress is a deep V shape that doesn't stop until your mid stomach, fully exposing the skin between your breasts, as well as a significant amount of each breast. Your back doesn’t appear to have anything touching it as well and you realize it is completely backless besides the ties that hold it up. You feel his fingers lightly trace your spine. He moves with purpose and inches down; you shiver from the delicate touch. He only stops when he hits the fabric from where the skirt meets your waist.

His hands leave your body and you can tell he is grabbing the other piece of black fabric, he unfolds it carefully and drapes it over your shoulders before retracing his steps to stand in front of you again. He moves to fasten the cloak at the base of your throat. Allowing his fingers to curl against the sensitive skin, causing you to open your mouth and inhale slightly. He raises his eyes from the fastener to your mouth, noticing the small noise.

He then focuses on reaching both hands around behind your head to pull a wide hood up over your head. Demonstrating the important feature for you. He looks over how it fits on your head. The start of a smile threatens to overtake his face, he looks like he is resisting a reaction to how cute you look with the hood up. He then gently pulls the hood back down to let it rest against the heavy material at your back.

Cal lowers his hands to his sides and checks that the dress fits as he had hoped. He nods once after carefully reviewing the way your body looks in the new clothes. He reaches up once again, carefully pinching your chin with his thumb and index finger. You haven’t looked away from his eyes since he entered your vision again. You hold your breath, hoping he will give you any of what you want.

He leans down while tipping your head upward, he’s bringing his mouth closer to yours. You swallow in anticipation, watching as he inches closer. He closes the gap and his lips press down against the left corner of your mouth. Your mouth parts but you cannot kiss him back. He takes his time pulling his mouth away from the edge of yours. He keeps his lips less than an inch from your own as he passes across them and places an equally intoxicating kiss on the right corner of your mouth.

You want so badly to turn your head and actually kiss him, but his hold on your chin won’t allow such movements. All you can do is let out a whimper, hoping he’ll give in. He doesn’t, and he pulls away from the second kiss slower than the first. He allows his thumb to slide upwards, placing it on the center of your lower lip, tugging it downwards, then sliding it slowly away from your hungry mouth. All the while his face hasn’t moved away and his eyes burn into your own.

“Please, Cal.” You say in a hushed tone once his thumb is no longer touching your lower lip.

“Speak.” He says low and quiet, his hot breath brushing against the skin of your cheek and mouth.

“I need you to touch me more.” You say, still unable to ask for what you really want.

“I am touching you. More than before.” He says, mocking you. “You told me you wanted to feel desired, I have done what you asked.”

You suck in a breath, knowing that he is right, but you want more. You need to be touched until there is nothing but pure ecstasy.

“Did you lie to me about your desires?” He asks, you shake your head. “Ah, so you didn’t tell me everything.” You nod desperately.

“I want to be desired, but I also want to be touched, and kissed, and fucked, and used, and I want you.” The words fall out of your mouth in an unorganized jumble.

His face breaks into a smirk, an actual expression, not just part of one. He resets his face quickly and speaks again. “I intend to give you all of that, but I will not do so until we are somewhere more suitable.” He pulls away a few inches, “and I will take the pace I have decided you deserve.”

You can only nod, your ability to speak is waning.

“However, since you asked aloud, I will reward you.” He says and your heart skips a beat. “Open your mouth a bit and do not move it.”

You do so immediately and he leans in placing a few kisses along your bottom lip. He pulls the flesh into his own mouth and sucks on it gently. You are fighting for your life to resist moving your mouth in response. Instead, you moan at the sensation, and he releases your swollen lip and continues to trail tiny kisses over the rest.

Then he presses his top lip against your own to anchor himself, his tongue slides out and he licks at the underside of your front teeth once before dropping it down to stroke along your own tongue. His tongue removes itself from your mouth and places a last kiss to the center of your bottom lip. He then pulls away entirely, turns, and walks out of the alley. You stand there a moment, completely stunned, then catch up and follow him back to the ship.

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