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i find it so funny when supernatural fans are so abjectly anti wincest to the point where they refuse to acknowledge the actual incestous plot points and undertones that are intentionally written into the show. like ive said this before but dean and sam being consistently paralleled to mary and john is intentional. Dean being portrayed as Johns care taker growing up after marys death and essentially as his wife is intentional. think father by the front bottoms. Sam and deans toxically codependent relationship is intentionally warped they are not meant to be two really close brothers. They are two people trapped in an environment they were raised in that brought them no comfort or joy and they are stuck with eachother as the only consistent thing in their lives. Demon deans is intentionally creepy to sam bc he is deans worst version of himself, and dean — having spent most of his life looking after sam — needs to continue and this is shown through his controlling and manipulative behaviour. the main theme of the show is that family is hell. One of the key stereotypes of dysfunctional families in southern America is incest. obviously iys gonna be in the show..

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Once upon a time, in a server not so far away, a gaggle of mods conspired to unleash fairy tale themed fics to all those who dwelled in the land. A few of the bards told tales inspired by specific fandoms, but some brave (mayhap, foolhardy) souls, dreamt up a land all their own. And decided to spin tales never before heard anywhere...

On July 19th, I invite one and all to delve into a story about star-crossed lovers, both innocent yet possessed of powers that made malicious beings covet them and conspired to hold them against their wills. Not knowing that magic powered by love will always reign supreme. And that the Light will always find the Lion who will protect them to the bitter end...

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Lux chased after the rabbit, watched it bound away from them, and took a path that only it knew.  Lux had been sent into the forest to gather an herb their father needed.  One that only showed itself in the deepest part of the summer heat.  Lux gave up their fruitless pursuit, knowing that they could never hope to match the speed and grace that the furry rodent wielded with such ease. 

Lux continued searching, seeking to make their father proud of them.  But then that could prove to be impossible, since the man they called father did not claim them as his child.  Lux was a means to an end.  An abomination, an outcast that…

“Hello.” 

Lux was drawn out of their dark thoughts, whirling around to face the danger that had rather helpfully announced itself.  Lux stared up at a lanky boy, who was standing with one bare foot crossed over the other, while he scratched at an itch on his upper arm.  His wool tunic was worn thin, and his leather chausses were patched in several places. 

He was clearly a peasant.  But he was also very clearly human.  Which meant he might be dangerous.  Especially to someone like Lux.  Who wasn’t pure.  Who shouldn’t exist. 

“Hello,” Lux responded, even as they began to draw themselves up, cautiously glancing about, needing a path identified so that they might be able to escape when he inevitably attacked them. 

“Um, are you hungry?” 

Lux could only stare at the boy, confused by his actions.  Didn’t he know what they were?  Couldn’t he tell?  Lux’s father said that all humans would know, with just a glance, that they were wrong and to be avoided.  If humans still approached, then they meant to do Lux harm. 

“Because my mother made a rabbit stew.”  He turned slightly to look back over his shoulder, making a motion with his arm to indicate that his mother and the stew were in an easterly direction from where they now stood. 

Lux’s eyebrows drew together, their confusion deepening.  Because this boy was being open and sincere.  He wasn’t yelling or threatening or demanding.  He was making a genuine and friendly offer to Lux. 

“What’s your name?”  Lux asked softly, trying to keep their voice even.  Not wanting to reveal what others seemed to know instinctively when they met them. 

“Leo,” he responded with a shy smile.  “What’s yours?” 

“Lux,” they responded without thinking.  Feeling like a thousand kinds of fools.    

“I like it.  It’s a pretty name.”  Leo’s warm tone broke through to them, forcing Lux to focus on the present, not the potential repercussions that may not even come to pass. 

“Thank you.  I like your name, too,” Lux said while a blush colored their thin cheeks. 

Leo smiled a wide, toothy grin, and Lux marveled at how easily he accepted them.  Lux’s father had warned them that humans only wanted one thing from elves, and it most certainly wasn’t their friendship.  In fact, that was the least likely option to be considered, because a human would never want to commit anything other than the filthy, depraved, and forbidden acts with a half-human, half-elven abomination such as Lux.

But the young boy who stood before them wasn’t judging them harshly, wasn’t scowling at them, wasn’t condemning them.  He was offering to share his meager food with a stranger whom he thought had a pretty name. 

Lux was unprepared for the swell of emotion in their chest, that rose from deep inside and bloomed until it had spread to encompass every part of them.  Left them feeling dizzy with want for what others considered to be normal and mundane.  A routine part of their day-to-day existence. 

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"If he's big enough to try to comfort me, he's big enough to start learning the tools of the trade"

As far back as he could remember, Dean had always been John's comfort. From the moment he was born, John's rough exterior had somehow softened in Dean's presence. One would argue that fatherhood had made him a better man. Perhaps it was the innocence in his bright green eyes or the warmth of his small hand in John's calloused one. Whatever the reason, whenever Dean was around, John seemed to relax. Following Mary's death, the heavy responsibility to care for Sammy, for the most part, fell on Dean's shoulders. At just four years old, he had taken on a motherly role in their shattered family. He'd soothe Sammy's cries, dress him, play with him, and he took pride in making sure his little brother was clean and had a full belly before rocking him into a peaceful sleep. For John, whose grief and anger often took over, Dean was his anchor, a reminder of the love he had lost. After every grueling hunt, John would return to whatever shit hole they'd call home for the night looking broken and weary. As soon as the door would shut behind him, he'd be greeted by the concerned yet determined eyes of his son. Dean would wrap his small arms around his father's waist, burying his face into John's belly. With a maturity beyond his years, his soft voice would murmur, "It's okay, dad." And in those moments, John would forget the horrors of the hunt, if only for a brief instant, finding a small measure of peace in his son's unwavering affection. In his teens, Dean had become an indispensable part of John's hunting duo. He'd developed a keen eye, a steady hand, and a fierce determination that mirrored his father's. Dean would always have John's back, following his lead with blind devotion. He would put his life on the line to save his father's without hesitation. And even when the boy was exhausted and barely holding onto consciousness, Dean would be pulled from his sleep by the sound of John's drunken sobs. Despite his own fatigue, Dean would stumble out of bed, his feet carrying him straight to his father's side, driven by instinct. Time and time again, Dean would find himself holding John in his arms, providing a silent shoulder for his defeated father to cry on. The weight of Mary's death, the haunting memories of his time in the Marines, and the constant onslaught of traumatic hunts had taken their toll on John. Every failed hunt and every close call served as another blow to his already battered psyche. The alcohol became his only escape, a temporary reprieve from the pain that followed him like a dark shadow. He would drown himself in whiskey, chasing oblivion in the bottom of a bottle. People who knew John assumed that he would turn into a violent, angry drunk. But not Dean. Dean knew the truth. Many nights, he'd witness his father's transformation from a strong, commanding figure into a heartbroken and vulnerable man. The sadness in his eyes, the tears that would slide quietly down his scarred face; it was a side of John that the world never saw. To Dean, it was almost traumatic to see his father, whom he idolized, break down so completely. But despite it all, Dean was there. Dean was always there.

Created via photoshop and procreate. Do not save to repost, steal, or alter. You may support me by reblogging my post here on tumblr!

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Thank yall for all the love on this thus far 😭💕

But I know the things He gives me

He can take away...

Oh, I hope I don't lose you.

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Created via photoshop and procreate. Do not save to repost, steal, or alter. You may support me by reblogging my post here on tumblr!

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But I know the things He gives me

He can take away...

Oh, I hope I don't lose you.

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Created via photoshop and procreate. Do not save to repost, steal, or alter. You may support me by reblogging my post here on tumblr!

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by laigesi

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J2/Wincest Kinktober Fling 😈💖🥰

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FanFiction Writers of the Supernatural Fandom Reader Challenge 2025

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The goal is to highlight as many fanfictions as possible. To do so, please 1. Reblog and comment on some amazing writing on Tumblr! 2. Use the #FFWotSPNF Reader Challenge hashtag in your reblog. 3. Add this little banner at the end of your reblog-comment to spread the love:

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by 溯汐F

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that did something to me. i know it did to you too. 🫠

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If I were Sam, and Dean kept bugging me for quarters to vibrate on a bed, I'd just go out and buy him a damn vibrator. Let him buzz all he wants.

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Howdy howdy! Back with another Daddycest Discord Server challenge!

Since our members seemed to enjoy it so much, we ran a second round of Moodboard Madness, where server members had a choice between six different moodboards as a prompt to inspire either fanfic or fanart, but this time with a summer theme! Once again, everybody stepped forward with some amazing entries - kudos to all who participated! The moodboards each member chose are linked in their works!

Want in on the fun? Join our Discord server! We welcome anything within full house wincest (and more!) Must be 18 or older to join, DM for an invite.

Moodboard Madness Masterpost

Writing

🤎 In Bloom - by @xpurdyglambertx

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 6.2k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/John Winchester

Finally getting a few summer days of reprieve from hunting, John treats his boys to some alcohol before they play around in the motel pool. And as night creeps in, John's perverse desires for his eldest son only grow stronger. Dean has complicated emotions about it all, and Sam is completely oblivious to the dark depths of his brother and father's twisted relationship.

🤎 What Are You Not Telling Me - by @justwhisperingfantasies

Rating - Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count - 1.1k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/John Winchester

John's baby boy is dying, out of options he turns to the one being he hates the most.

🤎 Just Perfect - by @justwhisperingfantasies

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 1.2k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/John Winchester

Things get steamy when Dean helps John fix his truck.

🤎 Long Distance Connection - @samanddean76

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 1k

Pairing - Jack Kline/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Sam needs a few minutes of peace, and maybe the hybrid offshoot of the djinn he found can be trusted. Jack steps in to save him and brings along reinforcements. Dean enhances the mood.

🤎 Soundtrack of my Summer - by @holyfreaks

Rating - Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count - 335

Pairing - Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Dean falls in love like a Lousiana summer: slow and hot.

🤎 I Don't Ever Wanna Love Another - by @justwhisperingfantasies

Rating - Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count - 842

Pairing - Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Sam looks back on the first and only time he went to summer camp. Those two weeks changed his life forever.

🤎 The Knowing - by @sams98

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 2.5k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Dean flew down the dark North Dakota highway, his stomach fluttering with anticipation at the thought of seeing Sam for the first time in a week. He’d been crushed when John and Bobby sent him off to overnight camp, though it hadn’t exactly come as a surprise—not after what he’d been caught doing.

Art

🤎 Daisy Shadows - by @pumpcidraws

Rating - Teen and Up Audiences

Pairing - Dean Winchester/John Winchester/Sam Winchester

Sam is doing his summer reading while his father and brother work on fixing the Impala. It's hot and he discarded his shirt, and aforementioned father and brother are not normal about it.

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My artwork for the awesome story ‘Silver Hair and Shotguns’ written by @masoena for the @wincestreversebang 2025 🎉😄. Summary info for the story can be found here

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YES!!! YOU GET IT

"August" by (me) @xpurdyglambertx , art by @yoannspn

Written for @wincestreversebang !

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 12.6k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Warnings - none

"Can you imagine? You, me, Cas, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously." What would've happened if Dean had survived the season 15 finale? Well, this is my fix-it fic interpretation, Wincest style! For the Wincest Reverse Bang, 2025. . The Winchesters had had a long year dealing with Dean's recovery after the incident on their last hunt. Now that Dean's health is in the clear, it's time to celebrate, and the boys (and Miracle!) finally get that beach day they'd always dreamt of.

I gotta absolutely shower the artist in praise for these stunning art pieces he has created for this Bang! I saw his art piece in the lineup and knew I had to have it! After Joan read my fic, he created the pairing "post card" looking art piece with Miracle's paw print on it! The art over all couldn't be more perfect, and he was the best partner I could've asked for!

Link to their art post here!

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"August" by (me) @xpurdyglambertx , art by @yoannspn

Written for @wincestreversebang !

Rating - Explicit

Word Count - 12.6k

Pairing - Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Warnings - none

"Can you imagine? You, me, Cas, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously." What would've happened if Dean had survived the season 15 finale? Well, this is my fix-it fic interpretation, Wincest style! For the Wincest Reverse Bang, 2025. . The Winchesters had had a long year dealing with Dean's recovery after the incident on their last hunt. Now that Dean's health is in the clear, it's time to celebrate, and the boys (and Miracle!) finally get that beach day they'd always dreamt of.

I gotta absolutely shower the artist in praise for these stunning art pieces he has created for this Bang! I saw his art piece in the lineup and knew I had to have it! After Joan read my fic, he created the pairing "post card" looking art piece with Miracle's paw print on it! The art over all couldn't be more perfect, and he was the best partner I could've asked for!

Link to their art post here!

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Title: The Light & The Lion

Author: SamandDean76

Artist: Sassybluee | Beta: jld71

Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 20,899

Ship: Original Intersex Character/Original Male Character (Lux/Leo)

Major Archive Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence (for background war recollections)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Magic, Fairy Tale Elements, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Star-Crosses Lovers, Curses, Magical Bondage, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Threats of Violence, Minor Violence, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Death in Childbirth, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Transformation, First Meetings, First Kiss, First Time, Revenge, Or Justice, Disembodied Character, First Love, Undying Love, War, Desertion, Knights, Eventual Happy Ending, Written for Once Upon A Bang, Original Art by Sassybluee

Summary: A cavalcade of returning knights find themselves drawn to a clearing, where an offender stands chained. Bound by powerful magic, trapped and unable to escape. Some knights are virtuous and are allowed to pass unmolested. But others, have black hearts and dark desires. They are punished for their wickedness, before being dispatched from this world.

Lux knows not how they came to be in the clearing; they only know that the swirling black cloud of smoke protects them. Assessing the men and rendering judgement. But one day a knight both virtuous, and knowledgeable in magic, sacrifices himself to set Lux free. It is then, that Lux realizes the truth. And plots to avenge all who were harmed by the devious machinations of a power-hungry elf.

Most especially, the love of their life, an innocent boy named Leo. But as fate would have it, justice never tires of righting wrongs, even those that seem impossible to mend.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Link to Fic: AO3

Link to Art: Tumblr

This story was a long time coming, a random thought that took root in my mind back in the fall of 2022 and never let go. This is one iteration of Lux, the fairytale version, to go along with the @fairytalebang that was run on the @ficwip server. I have envisioned them a million different ways, but one aspect remains the same, their undying love for a boy who sees them just as they are, a work in progress who is trying their best to survive in a world that is often rigged against them. Leo is meant to be the best of us, and he strives to do what he can to make the world a better place. For everyone.

I need to thank @xpurdyglambertx and @masoena who were my principal cheerleaders. They listened to me ramble and then made me do something about it. Sounding boards, plot hole fillers, and endless wells of encouragement; I never could have done this without them.

I would like to invite everyone to please take a chance and enjoy a fantasy realm where everything is not as it appears, and love proves to be the most powerful magic of them all!

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The sky was dark with bloated rain clouds.  Lux knew the storm was drawing ever closer.  They hurried along the nearly hidden trail, moving faster and faster.  Lux needed to find Leo and his mother in order to thank them for the kindness that they had shown to Lux. 

The clearing opened up before Lux with little warning, and they drew to a stop.  The wagon was packed, and the encampment broken down.  Leo and Meg were ready to leave, to move on from this place that had witnessed such kindness towards Lux. 

Lux ran as fast as they could, but drew up short, hand flying to cover their mouth when they took in the obscene sight before them.  Leo was laid out upon a blanket, his head was bandaged, yet a red trickle had escaped and slid down his cheek.  He was deathly pale, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath he drew. 

Lux fell to their knees, fighting back the tears that threatened to cloud their vision.  To obscure their ability to accomplish the task at hand.  Trembling fingers reached out, and Lux’s eyes fluttered closed, yet they could still see all around them.  Leo’s aura was cloudy, no longer bright and shiny like it had been the previous evening.  Lux drew in a deep breath, called upon the ancient beings who dwelled within the trees that surrounded them, and chanted the words taught to them by their real father.  A man who had lived in peace and harmony with those who had nothing but contempt for him. 

The growing illumination was slow to build, and the trail of sparkling light extended from Lux’s fingertips to the wound on Leo’s head.  Lux held their breath, focused all of their concentration, and felt the power flow through them.  A gift to one who had been kind to one who was unloved and disdained by most. 

Lux watched the wound healing in their mind’s eye, observed the bone mending itself, the flesh knitting back together, the color returning to Leo’s cheeks.  He was no longer deathly pale.  His breathing evened out, and with a last shuddering gasp, Lux collapsed to the ground.  Lux felt gentle hands, shifting them, before a blanket was spread over them. 

“Just rest now, child.  And may ye be granted the eternal blessings!”  Meg’s voice was a soothing comfort, and it lulled Lux into stillness.  Lux looked at Leo and met hazel eyes that were no longer clouded by pain. 

Lux smiled softly at the boy before they surrendered themselves to the crushing weight of their actions.  Sinking into the darkness that was an old friend.  A familiar companion after having received so many beatings at the hands of their second father.