pieces of darkness

Imagine Molly working for Eurus and this whole thing was planned.
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Molly: “Leave me alone, Sherlock.”

Sherlock: “I know you don’t want to see me anymore. You don’t pick up the phone, you don’t even look at me right now.
I know I am the last person you want to see but I want you to listen to me one last time. Please.”

Molly: “Why should I? Why should I let you do this again?”

Sherlock: “Because it is true.”

Molly: “…”

Sherlock: “I know that I hurt you so many times. I broke your heart over and over again. But this time I didn’t lie to you.
Everything I said was right. Everything I said…I meant it. I do love you, Molly Hooper.”

Molly: “…”

Sherlock: “Molly…please.”

Molly: “But I don’t. And I never did.”

Dark god AU Part 1

Lincoln couldn’t believe his facking eyes.

Like a scene straight out of a movie, the moment he was summoned, the world seemed to get darker. They were just standing on a rocky cliff, the sun high above them as gentle ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore below. Now, grey and heavy storm clouds rolled out of nowhere and blanketed the sky, hiding the sun and threatening to send a cascade of rain atop their heads. The once gentle ocean now churned and crashed against the cliff side so hard, Lincoln was sure that it was trying to bring the entire rock face and them with it down to the bottom of the sea. Somewhere along the sea horizon, thunder rolled.

And there he was. Standing tall and menacing before them, surrounded by a thick, neon green mist that circled around his calves. His eyes piercing the dark like two cursed emeralds, dangerous and threatening, and even though all his instincts told him to look away and bolt like a wee barra into his mother’s skirts, Lincoln couldn’t help but stare back into them.

He was staring into the eyes of a god. The god. The god he had been warned to never be in contact with. The god that had more rumors spread about him than legends. The god that even the other gods, his own father included, never talked about.

The god that had been lost for generations, was standing right before his very eyes. Glowing, practically overflowing with unused ancient energy that seemed to course and surge around him like green venomous lightning.

All because some fourteen year old girl called him a Seaweed Brain.

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Abandon your Saints, Accept your Sins

ship: wincest
characters: soulless!sam and demon!dean
rating: explicit
ao3 link
tags:  semi-public sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, church sex, underage sex, pedophilia, non-graphic rape/non-con elements, mentioned rape, wall sex, mirror sex, switching, nipple play, violence, graphic death
summary: “They don’t do it out of the goodness of their heart. They’re not even sure if they have anything left inside of them that’s good. They do it because they need to do it. Sam needs blood and Dean needs his brother. So if they have to travel around the country, slicing a few throats, they would be more than happy to. I mean, it’s not any different than what they used to do. The blood spill is the same. The only thing that might have changed is the fact that there is a lot more sex.”
word count: 6,669
a/n: so this is the first thing that i’ve written in a while and it is dark as fuck. seriously, heed the warnings. thoughts, comments, and opinions are always welcomed.
tagging: @wetsammywinchester, @clearlylostmymind, @kittenofdoomage, @ilostmyshoe-79, @im-a-winchester-in-hell-1967, @brosinlove, @oh-jesus-sammy, @masterlynovak, @loveitsallineed (so these are pretty much the only wincest shippers I know. If you don’t or do want to be tagged, let me know.)

They decided to meet up at a bar somewhere just outside of Montana. It was a little over a week ago that they agreed to split up, take care of some business that they both had to attend to. Dean wasn’t really sure what Sam needed to clear up and Sam wasn’t sure what Dean needed to clear up and they both knew that neither one of them would find out and they were perfectly okay with that. They were grown ass adults and they could take care of things that they needed to take care of without the other following them like a lost little puppy dog.

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