Prologue: Inheritance (Jensen/Danneel/Jared, NC-17, WIP)
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I have been slowly working on this fic since the start of Big Bang but I am coming to the conclusion that I work better when I post fic as WIP. It's not as polished, but I have always enjoyed it more and it gives me a regular kick to overcome all the little things that grind me to a halt otherwise. I am therefore aiming to post this on a regularish basis, like I did with my early long fics.
I'm kick-starting with the Prologue and Chapter 1 this weekend.
Title: Inheritance
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jensen/Danneel, Danneel/Jared, Jensen/Jared, Jensen/Danneel/Jared, Jared/OMCs, Jensen/OMCs, Osric Chau/Genevieve Cortese
Description: In a world where environmental disaster had created genetic abnormalities and mass infertility Jensen and Danneel lived a modest life with no desire to have children by the only means available to them - a government allotted fertile breeder. When playboy millionaire Miles Padalecki died, Jensen and his wife Danneel were shocked to discover that they were named as heirs to the Padalecki mansion and most of his fortune. Nothing comes without a price though and they must decide whether it is worth harboring the dangerous secrets that were Miles's legacy.
Warnings: kid!fic, dystopia, het, slash, polyamory, past incest, graphic violence, dub- con, non-con, MPreg, implied/referenced drug use (other warnings may be added as the fic progresses)
Word Count: 404
Beta: Thanks go to fufaraw for making this better and being incredibly patient with my slow, slow progress.
Disclaimer:This is fiction, pure fantasy folks. Nobody here belongs to me and they’re not likely to get in my van for candy any time soon.
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Prologue
Blue tooth, blue tie, he was immersed in the buzz and bark of business. Numbers scrolled on multiple screens; falling, falling, only to rise again. Sell, sell, sell. A buzzer sounded, and the trading week was over.
Gray jacket, gray sidewalk, jostling bodies, and bleak skies but Miles wasn’t heading home.
There’s a club on the strip, all bouncers and privilege, private tables and private dancers. Inside was pink champagne, pink neon, and an exchange of money for packets of white powder. The bass was banging and the dance floor ebbed and flowed in time with the music. The air reeked of sweat, perfume and drink.
He visited the bathroom, snorted a snowy line, then returned to take his pick of bodies that bared bright white teeth and swung hips like animals in heat - all California tan, and surgeon’s lines. Time distorted with vision; he was on edge and ready to move on.
He already had everything he needed; a packing body, which was head and shoulders taller than the rest, a bulging wallet, fatter than them all, and a lifestyle that gave him the pick of the crowd. It didn't stop him from wanting more.
Miles chose red. Red heels, red dress, red lips, to match his flaming red car which was as sleek as a cheetah with an acceleration to match.
It’s a fast life and he had a fast car; the engine growled as lights sparkled and blurred through lashing sleet. He was invincible. He was formula-one with a heartbeat that raced as fast as his engine. His face shone with perspiration that matched the wet sheen of the road.
He hardly noticed when the roar of the road subsided into the profound silence of rubber sliding on a slick of water. There was the judder of the anti-lock braking system, and a human scream. The world turned around him in violent technicolor as he was jerked into fear and pain. The soundtrack of the expensive stereo was drowned out by the noise of the car roof scouring the surface of the road. Metal crumpled.
Shiny brown hair matted black with the ooze of blood, and his heart stuttered.
They say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes. All that Miles Padalecki thought, as long lashes closed over hazel eyes, was that there was really only one thing that had ever mattered, and he fucked it up.
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On to Chapter 1
Comments are candy for my soul. I'd love to know your thoughts as this progresses.
I have been slowly working on this fic since the start of Big Bang but I am coming to the conclusion that I work better when I post fic as WIP. It's not as polished, but I have always enjoyed it more and it gives me a regular kick to overcome all the little things that grind me to a halt otherwise. I am therefore aiming to post this on a regularish basis, like I did with my early long fics.
I'm kick-starting with the Prologue and Chapter 1 this weekend.
Title: Inheritance
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jensen/Danneel, Danneel/Jared, Jensen/Jared, Jensen/Danneel/Jared, Jared/OMCs, Jensen/OMCs, Osric Chau/Genevieve Cortese
Description: In a world where environmental disaster had created genetic abnormalities and mass infertility Jensen and Danneel lived a modest life with no desire to have children by the only means available to them - a government allotted fertile breeder. When playboy millionaire Miles Padalecki died, Jensen and his wife Danneel were shocked to discover that they were named as heirs to the Padalecki mansion and most of his fortune. Nothing comes without a price though and they must decide whether it is worth harboring the dangerous secrets that were Miles's legacy.
Warnings: kid!fic, dystopia, het, slash, polyamory, past incest, graphic violence, dub- con, non-con, MPreg, implied/referenced drug use (other warnings may be added as the fic progresses)
Word Count: 404
Beta: Thanks go to fufaraw for making this better and being incredibly patient with my slow, slow progress.
Disclaimer:This is fiction, pure fantasy folks. Nobody here belongs to me and they’re not likely to get in my van for candy any time soon.
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Prologue
Blue tooth, blue tie, he was immersed in the buzz and bark of business. Numbers scrolled on multiple screens; falling, falling, only to rise again. Sell, sell, sell. A buzzer sounded, and the trading week was over.
Gray jacket, gray sidewalk, jostling bodies, and bleak skies but Miles wasn’t heading home.
There’s a club on the strip, all bouncers and privilege, private tables and private dancers. Inside was pink champagne, pink neon, and an exchange of money for packets of white powder. The bass was banging and the dance floor ebbed and flowed in time with the music. The air reeked of sweat, perfume and drink.
He visited the bathroom, snorted a snowy line, then returned to take his pick of bodies that bared bright white teeth and swung hips like animals in heat - all California tan, and surgeon’s lines. Time distorted with vision; he was on edge and ready to move on.
He already had everything he needed; a packing body, which was head and shoulders taller than the rest, a bulging wallet, fatter than them all, and a lifestyle that gave him the pick of the crowd. It didn't stop him from wanting more.
Miles chose red. Red heels, red dress, red lips, to match his flaming red car which was as sleek as a cheetah with an acceleration to match.
It’s a fast life and he had a fast car; the engine growled as lights sparkled and blurred through lashing sleet. He was invincible. He was formula-one with a heartbeat that raced as fast as his engine. His face shone with perspiration that matched the wet sheen of the road.
He hardly noticed when the roar of the road subsided into the profound silence of rubber sliding on a slick of water. There was the judder of the anti-lock braking system, and a human scream. The world turned around him in violent technicolor as he was jerked into fear and pain. The soundtrack of the expensive stereo was drowned out by the noise of the car roof scouring the surface of the road. Metal crumpled.
Shiny brown hair matted black with the ooze of blood, and his heart stuttered.
They say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes. All that Miles Padalecki thought, as long lashes closed over hazel eyes, was that there was really only one thing that had ever mattered, and he fucked it up.
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On to Chapter 1
Comments are candy for my soul. I'd love to know your thoughts as this progresses.