Well, I don’t want to give away too much about Brothers Found, but I will say that, no matter the scenario I give them, Bowman rarely allows Jacob to remain grabby. Bopping him on the forehead is an effective training measure to make sure he doesn’t grab. Jacob is rather grabby with Sam in the sneak peeks we’ve seen from Brothers Found.
That said, it is very hard for me not to muse about Jacob and Bowman becoming BFFs under different circumstances.
The other stories in progress (x), are what we’re either currently working on, or is completed and ready to post. It keeps everyone updated on what’s completed and will be ready to go when the current stories finish.
Brothers Together and Brothers Apart are so far, the only two series that have any stories that are actually posted. Because of time constraints due to both authors having full time jobs (and to avoid overwhelming people with uploads), we post three chapters a week.
Once HKaSL and Lich are finished posting, we’ll have a vote for everyone to decide what story posts next. And from there on out, you’ll see the other series start to post!
There are sneak peeks for all of these series up, and if you ever have any ideas for them or any ideas for any other series possibilities, we encourage you to send them in! If you ever want to see what we’re up to at any time, check out the daily excerpts that are posted!
Brothers Found (Sam is discovered by a kid that isn’t Dean):
Brothers Lost (Sam and Dean were cursed together):
Brothers Adopted (Sam takes in Jacob as an adopted brother after Jacob is cursed):
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Brothers Asunder (Sam is adopted by sprites) – currently in progress
A whole batch of cute dorks! That’s what these AUs are, really.
And really, though Jacob is often a bit of a giant terror when he first meets smol people, he ends up becoming quite the cinnamon roll himself. He’s a teddy, I swear (And the other characters usually vouch for that)!
Oscar, of course, is a cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure, etc etc. Just imagine that timid little guy, all 3.25 inches of him, encountering Jacob at his fully grown 6′5″ height. He would be so so timid and nervous while Jacob would probably be accidentally scary before becoming the gentlest giant around.
March 9th excerpt:
With a hand brushing against the wallpaper, Dean lead the way behind the display case. The tingle on Sam’s neck flattened to nothing the moment he was out of sight of their friends, and his shoulders relaxed. Then…
Wait. What the hell?
He was still being watched.
It was faint and fleeting compared to the heavy touch of Jacob’s attention, but it was there.
“Dean,” Sam hissed, “we’re being watched.”
Ooo, at last someone has solved the mystery. Jacob is indeed the kid that finds Sam in a motel room. (Compared to Sam, Jacob at his 17 years of age is just a kid) Neither of them expect it, that’s for sure.
Annnd… since someone has guessed who the kid in the story is, it’s time for another sneak peek!
“Wow,” Jacob muttered aloud, his free hand nudging the little bag that now lay mostly free on his hand, part of the strap secured just as much as the tiny chest was. Two impossibly small clasps held it shut and Jacob couldn’t help the amazed smile. He poked at one of the teeny legs, amazed that the little guy was even wearing miniature jeans, denim and all.
His gaze drifted back to the little guy’s face. “What are you?” he asked, unsure if he’d even be understood. It was worth a shot.
The little guy didn’t seem to have understood Jacob’s question, judging by the way he resumed his struggles. He’d heard, definitely, because Jacob had felt him tense up from the noise. He supposed his voice might be a little loud for such tiny ears. He’d have to remember that so he didn’t freak the little guy out any more than he already was.
One of the little legs kicked at his hand. The tiniest boot Jacob had ever seen planted on one of his knuckles and pushed with all its might. He didn’t actually feel any force from it, though it was clear the tiny person was giving it his all. Some pity softened his expression. The poor guy was just so small. Jacob moved his hand away.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe,” he said, in a quieter voice than before. Hopefully it would offer some comfort to the little guy, even if he didn’t understand the words; it was still tough to tell if he could.
Jacob could feel the panicked breaths speeding in and out of the small chest pinned by his thumb. The little guy was practically hyperventilating there. And he was pushing against Jacob’s thumb for all he was worth, but again Jacob didn’t actually feel the force behind the little shoves. Still, clearly he wasn’t helping with the poor guy’s breathing, so he’d have to think of something else.
Jacob got an idea and latched onto it. He shifted his hand so it was flatter, and then used his thumb to gently nudge the small person so he was propped up against Jacob’s curled fingers like a seat. That done, he moved his thumb so it rested on the tiny shins instead, hopefully preventing any panicked flailing without constricting the little guy’s breathing.
“There, isn’t that- fuckdammit! ”
Hello!
I just wanted to make an actual announcement post to point out that prompts are open on this blog. I always love new ideas and I figured, why not let my followers know I’m accepting theirs?
Keep in mind that I can’t do them immediately and they will likely be done as inspiration strikes for them. They could be anywhere from a 500 word drabble or a multi-part short story!
What I will write:
- Shorts that have to do with my existing stories (including noncanon and AU)
- New premise ideas that you may decide to toss my way
- Writing challenges
- Fluff. Angst. Either is fine by me.
- GT, for those of you who love some fun size shenanigans
What I will not write:
- NSFW subject matter (porn, excessive gore)
- Things with characters that are not mine. Fanfiction is a medium that I have a lot of difficulty with personally, and while I certainly enjoy some here and there, I always do better (and write faster) with my own characters.
- Things pushed at me from insistent askers; I have been harassed to complete a story before and the result was me chopping the story off before it was really done. If you pester me your prompt is going to get deleted no matter how promising it was.
Alright, you know the rules:
For anyone that enjoyed the Human Music prompt from @neonthewrite, prompts are open! Feel free to prompt scenes from Jacob and Bowman or any others of her varied cast.
Actually, the only Jacob in the Brothers Apart stories/AU’s that is from the timeline where he met up with Bowman will be the Jacob that will appear in Brothers Apart itself in a future story. Otherwise, each time you see Jacob Andris appear, it is a different Jacob who took a different path… just like how Sam and Dean are different in each one.
I think Dean might have a much easier time with Jacob if the teenager had already encountered a certain sassy sprite. These two will be butting heads right from the get-go!
“Why do you think I did it?” Dean growled at the human, his voice bouncing off the curved wall of glass he was stuck behind. He pointed up at the ceiling he couldn’t reach. “The next time I stick you in a coffee pot like the morning brew, we’ll let you make the decisions.” He crossed his arms, prepared to do what it took to outlast the human. He’d never give away the others, and he was prepared to deal with the consequences for that decision.
Jacob’s eyebrows shot up yet again. He had to wonder where the little guy was keeping all that sass stored up, because it didn’t look like it’d fit in his tiny frame. He pondered the snarky words while the little hands brushed at those tiny clothes. Every movement was so familiar, but in such a small miniature that Jacob could almost miss it if he wasn’t looking right at the little guy.
“Come on, man, I already said I’d letcha out. No need to make such a big deal out of it when you’re the one who was sneaking around in my room,” he pointed out. “What were you-” he started to ask, but his eyes flitted to the white styrofoam takeout box still resting on the table.
March 5th excerpt:
“That’s right!” Sam blurted out, his voice raised. “Did Dean tell you? He ‘borrowed’ my journal to use for the protection symbols I copied down that first week at Bobby’s, and he got a drop of red paint in the middle of it. He was trying to hide it from me for like a day before I got my book back.”
“Ah, that’s bad luck,” Jacob lamented, a bemused look on his face. He had gotten glimpses of the small journal Sam toted around with him, but never anything substantial. The tiny handwriting was much too small for him to see. It was clear how important the book was to Sam.
“I guess now it’s just got a little extra character to it. And you have ammo for not letting him borrow your shit anymore,” he snickered.
March 1st excerpt:
“The Winchesters will raise questions if anyone sees them and realizes who they are.”
There was a click, then a dial tone filled the air. Dean stomped on the END button with his boot, for once having nothing to say to the last statement. Even Sam was quiet where he was sitting on the edge of the laptop.
Jacob pursed his lips, letting Bobby’s words sink in. He hadn’t considered other humans, especially hunters, finding out about Sam and Dean if they went to Bobby’s again.
Oh, I love this prompt! It’s adorable and it is something I’ve mused about here and there but not nearly enough.
To answer the question, no, Jacob doesn’t play any instruments. He’s definitely more of a sporty guy, and he is on his high school’s boxing team. The guy’s definitely not one to tussle with. Though now that you mention it, I could see him toting around one of those huge sousaphones. XD
Note: Long-ish post. A little over 1000 words of drabble.
Human Music
Canon: Yes
Taking place the spring after the events of Bowman of Wellwood
The calm afternoon brought a feeling of peace that Jacob rarely experienced back home. It wasn’t that home was stressful or hectic. But out in the woods, with the sun shining on the clearing and the leaves rustling in the breeze, Jacob knew an entirely different sort of serenity.
For the most part. A shifting around on his head reminded him that normally, someone might be scolding his ear right off right now. He was careful not to tilt his head while he read the book in his lap. It could make Bowman fall off, and then he’d have to take out the earbuds connected to his iPod to hear him gripe.
The wood sprite was stretched out on his hair, basking in the warm sunlight that shone down on them. Wide, leafy green wings spread out and draped partially over the side of Jacob’s head, and the sensation nearly tickled him. Not enough to complain, but enough to know his tiny, four inch tall friend was there.
Many of his visits ended up like this. He would come out to the forest to see Bowman, and they’d mill around in the woods for a time. Bowman would tell Jacob about goings-on in the village, and Jacob would explain some new human thing to Bowman. There was never an end to the questions Bowman threw his way.
Unless, of course, he decided to catch some sunlight and some Z’s while lounging on Jacob’s head.
Jacob didn’t mind these moments of quiet. He’d visited several times since the previous Summer and had become good friends with Bowman, despite all the griping and scolding. Theirs was an interesting friendship, one that had seen Bowman bop Jacob right on the forehead more than once. His reasons were many, and Jacob stopped trying to find a pattern long ago.
One pattern he knew for sure he could count on, though, was that Bowman’s stirring on his head meant that soon more questions would likely spring forth. Bowman was stretching his little arms and legs, and even his wings twitched and fluttered, signaling his battle with the sleepy, trance-like state that sunning always put him in.
Jacob found a stopping point and closed his book before pulling his earbuds out one at a time and reaching for his hoodie pocket to shut off the music player.
“Waitasecond,” Bowman interrupted. Jacob turned his eyes upwards, but didn’t move his head. Of course, he still couldn’t see the sprite sitting up there, but he was paying as much attention as he could, all things considered.
“What? I didn’t move,” Jacob said, a smile leaking onto his face despite the indignant protest.
“No, giant, you’re always moving, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” Bowman scooted forward. Jacob could feel him army-crawling closer to his forehead and waited.
Sure enough, a leafy green wing reached into view, the outermost finger pointing vaguely towards the earbuds in Jacob’s hand. “What’re those things? Why do you stick them in your ears? Are they just supposed to block things out so you can concentrate?”
The curiosity had returned. Jacob smiled and drew out his iPod, pausing the music, and held it up to show Bowman. “I listen to music with them. They’re connected to this thing, and it sends the music to these earbuds here, and they play music.”
Bowman scoffed. “How does that thing play music? It doesn’t even look like it’d make a good drum!”
Jacob had to chuckle, which of course caused his head to shake. Bowman grumbled one of his choice sprite swears and pushed himself to a stand before fluttering off of Jacob’s head. He landed on the hand that held the iPod, and Jacob angled it so that he wouldn’t throw the little guy off balance.
“You’re telling me that this thing plays music,” Bowman said skeptically. The older model iPod was almost as tall as he was, and much wider. It was definitely heavier. “No way.”
Jacob smirked. “It’s not an instrument itself. It just stores the music as a recording. You remember when I explained recordings to you, right?” Bowman paused, then nodded. “So this thing is just full of recordings of music. I like to listen while I read.”
Bowman paused to take it all in before nodding and deciding that it was acceptable. His wings twitched and he looked back at the music player curiously. “Lemme hear some of your human music!” he demanded, an almost excited curiosity overtaking his expression. He twisted around to look at Jacob eagerly.
Jacob grinned. Bowman’s reaction to the music should be entertaining. “Alright. Just hold these,” he replied, placing the earbuds in Bowman’s arms.
It was a show all on its own to watch Bowman fumble them before tentatively holding them up to his ears. He frowned skeptically. “I don’t hear anything!”
“I haven’t started anything, you dork,” Jacob shot back, reaching past Bowman with his thumb to press Play on the iPod.
Bowman jolted as the brass instruments of a ska band blared out of the earbuds, and his eyes were wide as he listened. Jacob didn’t have the volume up high enough to hear it himself, but he could follow along well enough just knowing what song was playing. Bowman’s bright green eyes were wide and his wings flexed open and closed ceaselessly.
“How do they make those noises?! Why is he singing so fast? I can’t understand … this music makes no sense at all!” Bowman’s assessment made Jacob chuckle and he paused the music. Bowman sighed.
“Maybe I have something a bit more chill,” Jacob suggested. He got an exasperated look from Bowman, but noticed that the sprite hadn’t put down the earbuds yet, so he must be curious. He scrolled through his song list for a soft rock song instead.
This one seemed to go over much better with Bowman. Instead of getting agitated almost immediately, he looked confused, no doubt trying to identify the sounds of a guitar while he listened. He swayed a little in time with the song before glancing up at Jacob.
“All the words humans put to their music are so stupid. But otherwise it sounds interesting,” he determined. Jacob paused the song, increasingly amused by the way Bowman yelled his opinions to be heard over the music blaring in his little ears.
“Glad you approve,” Jacob answered wryly.
“I wanna hear more,” Bowman blurted, staring expectantly up at Jacob. That wide eyed curiosity was free of his usual snark, and Jacob only saw a will to learn more despite the complaints. He couldn’t say no to that.
“Okay, lemme see if I have something orchestral, we’ll see what you think of that…”
Brothers Apart 