#if he doesn’t get home with that beard I’m stealing the cowboy hat

[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

I was SCREAMING when he popped onscreen, and he looks just like his father!

HE’S LITERALLY A SPITTING IMAGE OF HIS DAD NO ONE TALK TO ME

[cassandra-rp]

50. Precious Treasure

50. Precious Treasure

"Salem... Get down from there!"  The young demon woman placed her hands on her hips as she glared up at the young man who walked along a half burnt beam of a building, the fire damage reeked of and Inferno to the young woman but she kept it to herself.    A sly smirk on his lips as he dropped, hanging by his legs upside down as he glared at his babysitter. "What are you going to do about it, Clover?"

"I swear your father does not pay me enough for this..." She replied as she stared up at him. He finally swung his legs a bit, getting upright before dropping down to his feet. "Worrywart."   He stated, flinching as the beam cracked and fell - missing him by a couple inches.

"You may be able to withstand most damage, Salem... But, you aren't indestructible and your father seems to have a habit of getting himself into trouble...He has more enemies then the ones with human pets.  I personally don't see why he doesn't make nice. Paimon's on his way out and your father could easily take his place, He'd probably be a perfect replacement; Brash, Strong, Clever... All he's missing is the fire."

Salem listened even if he acted like he was disinterested as the dark haired green eyed woman spoke. Clover had been his 'nanny' for as long as he'd existed. She took care of him and his father as if she was his mother; a succubus. It wasn't a relationship that was meant to last purely from genetics...    He personally loved Clover as his mother though and didn't understand why his father didn't see her the same way.  Perhaps it was her power; A demon with the passive power of  good luck seemed like and odd combination so most people didn't believe she was a true demon.

"Salem..."  Clover's voice was soft as they walked and her eyes glanced down at him. "Promise me you'll think before you leap...When it really matters; don't be like your father...Don't make enemies out of potential allies."   The concern in her voice didn't make a lot of sense but he let out a faint sigh as he nodded. "I promise."

---

The waves of the ocean caught the teenager's heart instantly; Salem's eyes staring into the deep dark water as it moved and he wondered how far it went... It was so different than hell as the blue ocean and sky seemed to be one for miles and miles and instead of the heat of lava and death there was a cool and refreshing breeze.  A man on the dock glancing over a little and laughing a little.

"Oh, I've seen that look before, Boy."

Salem stiffened as he glared at the man and became defensive; Clover's promise however lingered in his ears as he softened a little...It was hard. They had just; disappeared.  He assumed death if only from the blood but there wasn't much he could do with Hell in such uproar...  He never really belonged there anyways. He was good at stealing; what demon wasn't?   so he was doing fine on the surface but he still was naive to the human way of things and had gotten into trouble a few times because of it.

The man might be a way...out. After all; The sea seemed...easier.

"What..Look?" He finally asked as the man leaned against the post. Tall, A little heavy set but not overly with a scruffy beard and large hat and trench coat on. A gun on his waist...  

"The look of adventure, Boy!" He stated as he pointed out to the water. "The water is my home and I can assure you that all those thoughts swimming around in that head of yours would be answered; It's vast. It's quiet - It's exciting;  And I could use another young man like yourself; It's hard work but it's worth it and as long as you're part of my crew you'll be part of my family... We take care of one another." He stated as he motioned towards a few people around the boat working to get ready to set off...

The man was a pretty good salesperson because Salem found himself saying yes within a few minutes... ---

It was hard work all right. It was dirty and messy, extremely wet. Salem, however excelled due to his advantage as a demon. He could lift higher, climb faster.  And once he learned his way around a gun he had no fear of the object he held; after all. He couldn't be hurt by it.  He was second in command in only a few years. And captain as the man who'd invited him on board fell ill; it was all to common at the time... The only person who knew he cried that night was the mermaid who was leading them past the 'dead zone'

"You know... You're not like the other pirates who come through here. They'd sooner sell me then speak with me." she stated softly as she swam along side the boat, they were going slow... They had to here.

Salem rubbed his sore red eyes as he leaned over the side of the boat and glanced down at her. "Capt' said that what they don't know won't hurt em. It's not like I'm anymore human than you..." He admitted, closing his eyes. His family; the crew. They suspected he wasn't human but they hardly cared...  

"I see... So you're the one in charge now? It seems...odd. you haven't been with them in the past. Why do you get to be in charge now..?"

"They put it to a vote before he died. Capt' voted for me so practically everyone did..."

"Oh...Well I suppose that makes sense." She smiled a little bit. Her voice was quite soft but weirdly soothing as she spoke. It reminded him of how the one Angel he met spoke; the odd echo that layered her voice hovering in the air even once her sentence ended.

Salem let out a breath as he pressed the flask to his lips, taking a shot. "...It's funny, I ran away from responsibility only to end up with it weighing on my shoulders again."

"Perhaps it's your destiny... Do you intend to bare it this time?"  She inquired.

"Yes."  He replied, smiling. ---

He'd done quite well despite the sudden responsibility and they'd ended up with several bounties of treasure. Salem followed his mentor's teachings although most pirates began to steal from anyone he stayed true to the course.  He'd steal from the rich and unkind like the Lyn's and Jenova's. He'd find treasures lost to the sea or places most couldn't roam and sell them for profit but him and his crew never harmed those who couldn't protect themselves and they helped anyone who needed it.

Port Lyndon, needed it. A lot of people needed a way out during the wars going on nearby to protect there families so he did just that. He couldn't take as many as he wished simply due to supplies but he settled on allowing fourtey five to board; free of charge if they were willing to work. Although a lot of people had missed that memo since most ships didn't go by those rules. "Aye; Nice to see you again, Salem." The cowgirl stepped onboard and tipped her hat.

"How did you get all the way out here..? And where's Death?" Salem kept passing this woman; she was something else...  There was a reason nobody tried to mess with her.  Her shadow, Death. A man with blonde hair and supposedly red eyes.  Nobody knew much about him aside from being Angeline's shadow... It wasn't common to see one without the other.

She snorted, rolling her shoulders. "Chasing a man."  She stated calmly with a smirk tugging her lips but she dropped the second answer; he wouldn't be getting it.  His eyes darted over as he spotted a few of his men pulling a crate up onto the boat as they talked.   He glanced back to Angeline and tilted his head. "A mark?"  

The laugh that let her lips was hardy as she spun her pistol around. "A husband." She stated with a wink as she walked past him. "I'm helping myself to some beer then I'll..swab the deck or whatever crappy job you can't hire anyone to do~!"  She said walking on the ship as if she owned it - knowing right where to go and who to talk to.   He didn't mind; If she ever wanted to be a Pirate rather than a Cowboy he'd invite her in a minute... She survived on pure moxie.

---

A few people claimed they were convinced that someone or something was in the storage; Salem sighed; It was probably just a cat or something that slipped in but the stories of Port Lyndon had everyone except him and Angeline spooked; He opted to check since it'd give him a break for a moment... He felt confident with his crew and the addition of Angeline if the weather acted up; Port Lyndon was always a disaster for about 200 miles from the land. He'd seen the weirdest weather changes in his entire career in this city.

He knocked on the wall a few times since sometimes animals would jump out of wherever they were hiding but he didn't hear much aside from a small tiny creaking sound. One of the crates...not the ship.

He walked along, kicking a couple of the crates with his boot - It seemed like he was just trying to spook whatever it was but he was listening; The sound would let him know if it was full or hollow. after all. A human took up a lot of space...

The story that followed had several different versions told but the girl he found was the most precious treasure he'd ever discovered; even if he didn't know it yet.

[alexiela73]

Hope this is a acceptable request?? I was wondering if you’d write something about Jesse McCree where is s/o’s younger sister is obviously trying to steal away Jesse while at a family gathering. Not that Jesse would cheat and his s/o totally trust him, but their brat of a sister enjoys the drama and causing it, like flirting with him, draping herself all over him, and whatnot??

Oh yes, this is acceptable. I love conflict

This was turning out to be the worst family gathering you had been to yet. It had never been this bad before, but you had also never brought a boyfriend home for the holidays to meet the family.

Jesse McCree was a man of honor and kindness. He came in the form of a scruffy-beard, a cowboy hat, a sarape and a six pack that popped more then his peace keeper did. The two of you have been dating for almost an entire year, but since your family lived in halfway across the country, Jesse had never gotten to meet them before.

It hadn’t taken much to impress your dad. The man wanted only what was best for you, and the love in Jesse’s eyes surely told him that Jesse planned to take care of you. You’re mother thought he was a good catch, very handsome and was already giggling about having grandchildren soon.

You were happy your parents and Jesse got along, because that was really important to you. No, the problem lay with your younger sister.

She…well…your sister was probably six years younger then you. Just graduated, and determined that anything in the world she wanted was hers for the taking. She was a lovely young woman with curves, and the way she dressed suggested she liked showing off how womanly she really was.

The two of you didn’t really get along. There were many moments in life you could remember fighting or her pulling your hair or the two of you doing mean pranks. But nothing had made you expect your sister to drape herself all over Jesse.

Oh yes, she was all over him. Your sister had almost drooled when she saw him, and instantly you’d seen the challenge in her eyes. Jesse seemed to get along very well with her, though she kept touching his arm or leaning in closer when they spoke.

At one point your sister had even changed shirts after accidentally getting the one she wore dirty. Somehow, she had ended up with a shirt that had a lower neckline then the one before and you wondered if perhaps she should just go topless in this case.

Chewing on your lip, you could see the two from the kitchen as you helped your mother with the dishes. It was petty, you knew, this jealousy you felt. Jesse was a decent man, one who proved time and time again that he loved you more then anything else. And yet….

Your sister was beautiful, you admitted. Younger, more vibrant… It just bothered you, how she flirted with him and touched him without regard to your feelings, without thinking of the fact that this was your boyfriend she was trying to snuggle up to. 

“I have to go wash up for dinner. You can finish this, can‘t you sweetie?“ your mother asked, smiling as she dried her hands on some paper towel.

Nodding, you kept cutting the carrots on the board in front of you, trying not to turn back to look at Jesse and your sister again. “Of course. Go wash up, I can finish the food,“ you said easily, kissing her on the cheek and watching as your mother went up the stares.

You struggled to put your sister out of mind, cutting the vegetables almost with a vengeance and you could feel the way your heart ached in your chest. God, why did jealousy have to hurt?

“Want some help, darlin’?“ a voice drawled behind you.

Pausing, you turned your head slightly, able to see him in the corner of his eyes with his arms crossed as he watched you. Jesse wasn’t wearing his hat right now, or his sarape. Instead he wore a nice button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up and his breaches. He looked ruggedly handsome, the way he always did.

“You don‘t have to,“ you say, not bothering to look at him more then a second as you lift the cutting board to scrape the last of the veggies into the soup your mother and you were making. “You can go visit if you want. I can do this.”

For a moment, Jesse eyed you before slowly walking up behind you, hands cupping your hips. His beard scratched the back of your neck as he pressed a soft kiss there, and then on your shoulder.

“You‘re tense, and I could see the miserable look in your eyes when we were all sitting. What’s wrong, baby?” Jesse asks softly in your ear, before hugging you tight. 

Again your heart squeezed in your chest...of course he always knew when you were upset. “I...“ you stared down, wondering if he’d think it dumb. “I...I know you wouldn‘t leave me, least of all for her, but...I hate how she just drapes herself all over you. My sister...she never knows boundaries, or maybe she doesn’t care. You‘re mine and I...” you wondered how stupid you sounded right now, admitting you were jealous of your sister.

A soft smile tugged at his lips. “Sweetheart, you know the only one I have eyes for are you. I can admit though, I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with all the touches and the way she keeps showing off her cleavage...” Jesse mused, squeezing you gently when he felt you tense.

Letting go, he only did so for a moment so he could turn you. “Y/n, I love you. So much. I promise that, okay? And no matter what she tries, I am yours...always,“ Jesse said, leaning down to brush soft kisses across your lips again and again.

The way he always spoke like that to you always soothed you, and your cheeks flushed lightly as you looked away, a bit embarrassed. “I...okay,” you murmur, holding onto him, your head tucked under his chin.

“Jesse!” cooed the voice of your sister as she walked into the kitchen. “Where are- oh. There you are. Come back to the living room, silly,” she said, her voice still flirty, though there was an edge from seeing you both embracing.

“We‘re having a moment. Go away,” you muttered.

“I didn‘t ask you,“ she said to you with a scowl, before smiling brightly at Jesse again. “Come on, I saved you a seat-”

Jesse glanced over at her, and the look in his eyes stopped her. Resting his cheek on the top of your head, Jesse gave her a small smile. “That's fine. I'm happier right here, with the love of my life. Why don’t you go take a seat?“ he suggested, watching her with a cool gaze.

For a moment, your sister didn’t know how to respond. But after a moment she turned on her heel and ran out of the room, frustrated and outraged, thought she tried not to show it. You couldn’t help chuckling under your breath.

“I love you,“ you whispered, snuggling into him.

“I love you too,” Jesse said, knowing that he’d have it no other way.