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A Queen for the King

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen.
Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Vortigern Pendragon, Hannah [minor ofc], unnamed doctor
Characters mentioned: Uther and Igraine Pendragon
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader
Word Count: 1,057
Warnings: Canon violence mentioned, mistreatment of a woman, betrothal 
Author’s Note: This is @winchester-writes baby. I am so thankful she thought to include me in it.

Our work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.


There wasn’t much before the fire that you remembered. It was as if you were born of flames and screams, thrust into a life of filth and servitude. Your master, Vortigern, treated you like a lame dog, kicking you about, giving you barely enough scraps to survive. You slept in the dungeons where it was damp and cold year round. Snow would drift in, settling on the bars that you had come to call home. Sometimes, in the early spring, a small bird would come and visit, chirping happily at your feet. Closing your eyes, you liked to imagine it was telling you about life outside the walls that held you captive, when in reality, the small bird was begging for food and water. Everyone - save for the king and his family - in the kingdom was starving, even the wildlife.

Growing bold, you had asked Vortigern many times, “If I do not please you, why do you not kill me?”

Vortigern struck you, splitting your lip with the large rings that adorned his knuckles. “When will you stop asking me that infernal question?” he seethed, chest heaving, power thrumming thick in the air.

Gathering yourself, you spat blood on the floor. “Only when you answer.”

Originally posted by lenny-belardo

“I keep you alive as bait,” Vortigan snarled. Grabbing you by the hair, he hauled you through the castle, and down to your cell. “One day, Arthur will come for you, his betrothed, and on that day, I will strike him down.”

You weren’t allowed to leave the dungeon after that.

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Horrible Day

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: Requested by @winchester-writes from the drabble prompt list. Sorry it took so long, I lost the list!!! She picked #16: “Drop the attitude.” With Jensen

HERE is the drabble prompt list

HERE is the list of completed prompts

 

It had been a horrible day. One of those types of days you wanted to crawl back into bed, and wait to try again the next day. Nothing little, like losing your keys, or spilling your coffee. No, when you had a bad day, it went really bad.

It had all started as soon as you had woken up. Rolling over in bed, you realized that Jensen wasn’t there with you. Of course, he had left early, planning on spending the day at the brewery. Sighing, you had gone into the bathroom, only to realize your period had started during the night. That brought tears to your eyes, as you sank down to the side of the bath tub. You had so been hopeful that it was this time. That you would finally be pregnant. You had been trying so hard, and it hadn’t happened yet.

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Me: I love Dean Winchester

My Friends:

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Bedtime Stories

Prompt: Reader can’t sleep and wants Sam to read her a bedtime story, finding he has quite a “hands-on” approach.

Character: Sam x Reader
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 2472
Warnings: Language, smut (unprotected), oral sex, slightly rough!Sam, a little dirty talk.

A/N: I thought Sammy deserved a little love and I hope you guys will like it :) feedback is very much appreciated! x

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You’re my Queen

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x Reader

Word Count: 1,532

Warnings: self- hate, angst (shocker), fluffiness at the end 

Summary: The Queen starts to feel alone no matter how many people she’s surrounded by and starts to have these depressing feelings that she’s never dealt with before, does Arthur even notice? 

Author’s Notes: I really needed to write this out for myself the other night…so sorry not sorry lmao. Shout out to @mamapeterson for the beta!! I just copied the tag list from the King Arthur series I’m doing with @mrs-squirrel-chester, sorry if you didn’t want to be on it! Please let me know if you want to be taken off when I post other Arthur fics! 

**Feedback is greatly appreciated!!**

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You Understand, Right (Series)

Summary: Y/N was 5 years-old when she knew with certainty that she would never be a part of the Winchester’s family. The phrase, “Family doesn’t end in  blood,” never applied to her, despite all her best efforts. Going as far to sell her soul for one of the brothers. Except, no one knew about her demon deal except for the King of Hell himself. Now that Crowley needs something from the brothers, her secret is exposed. How will the brothers deal with the fact that their adopted sister has been in hell for the past nine years without them knowing?

Total Word Count: 16 546+

Part 1: You Understand, Right?

Part 2: What Happened? 

Part 3: Bargaining Chip

Part 4: Broken Promises 

Part 5: And Broken Hearts

Part 6: In My Time of Dying

Part 7: Divine Intervention 

Part 8: Unconvinced

Part 9: Bought With Lies 

Part 10: You Don’t Understand

Part 11: I Made My Decision 

Part 12: Who Will You Choose?


Extended Ending: 

Part 13: It’s Not Over 

Part 14: When It’s Family 

Part 15: What I Have To Do 

Locks & Doors

Title: Locks and Doors

Tags: @winchester-writes

Music Insp: Down – Marian Hill

Prompt: Abnormal Vodka – “You could have at least locked the door!”

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: Drinking, smut, swearing, unprotected sex (please use condoms in the real world!)
Pairings: Sam x Reader

A/N: Happy Birthday, Rose! I really hope this does your 21st justice! Enjoy!

Originally posted by trenchcoatedangel67

Story:

For two long months you had been confined to the backseat of the Impala and whatever grubby motel that the boys had opted to stay in as you three had been on hunt after hunt after hunt, all back to back. You were done, fed up, tired, and far too sober as you three finally shambled like the living dead back through the much missed door of the bunker. You personally had made a beeline first for the liquor cabinet, and then straight to your room, leaving the brothers to their own devices. You’d had enough of them, and trying to act cool around Sam in close quarters for a while.

Upon entering your room and tossing down your bags, you took a few quick nips of the vodka in your hands. Nothing tasted better than Abnormal in your opinion. After digging out and docking your I-pod on shuffle, you decided to hit the showers and thanked every possible entity for a steady pressurized flow of steaming hot water as track after track of your favorite playlist filled the background.

Being on an opposite dorm wing from the boys you traipsed back into your room without a second thought of your body being concealed by nothing but a thin towel. The music flowing through you and the alcohol you were steadily consuming starting to take its effect by the tingling in your toes and the light swirls in your head, a new idea popped like a firework on a dark sky into your head… ‘it’s been a while… a long while since you’ve had this time to yourself… or since you’ve taken care of your urges… now may be the time…’ Who were you to argue with your own body when you were tying one on anyways? Sighing deeply and with pure relaxation you moved your I-pod from its dock to playing through your headphones as you relaxed into your much missed memory foam mattress.

With your favorite Marian Hill track thrumming through your ears, and nothing but a ratty shirt of Sam’s that you stole partially clothing your otherwise naked body, you started at your neck, swirling your fingers along the sensitive skin, tracing your body, going lower and lower to your breasts, just waiting for a tease, the chance to become hard and peaked. You pinched and rolled the tiny buds between your thumbs and index fingers until they were firm, and a small, wanton moan escaped your lips from the feeling. You paused and took a very long drag from the steadily emptying bottle. Next your fingers scraped along the curves of your ribcage and waist, fingers ghosting the outside of your navel, headed on a meandering path towards one spot. Your mind wandered as you began to float from present consciousness through the music and sensations. You imagined it wasn’t your fingers tracing every curve of your body, but the giant, callused hands of your best friend as his eyes were darkened with lust at the way your body would arch for him when his fingers would brush over the mound at the apex of your legs.

More unintelligible noises made their way through your lips as your fingers traced teasingly at your folds, your mind still imagining them to be Sam’s digits, you could almost hear his breath in your ear, heavy and smoky as he spoke filth into it; and as you finally gave in, a finger dipping into the already slick heat of your core, you called out his name without any realization as you began a slow and teasing pace with your fingers, swirling along your clit and occasionally dipping deeper within yourself, as your mind was lost in the heat of the moment. —

— Down the hallway, though, a large frame was making his own trek from the showers to his room when he heard something soft, floating from the hall he knew you resided in. “Sam.” Unsure of what to do, he decided to see why his name had been called, thinking you were just unpacking or settling in, not truly expecting what he would see behind your door. He had knocked softly when he reached room number 21, before opening the door, and what he saw had him rock solid in a second flat but also any kind of embarrassed imaginable. —

You were so wrapped up in you ministrations that you didn’t hear that knock, hell, you barely even noticed the door opening, but when you clearly saw the face of your best friend in its frame, you froze, legs still wide open and fingers still inside yourself, the near brink now nonexistent. You sputtered for a moment, mind blank with shock and embarrassment before you scrambled to cover yourself and chuck a pillow at him while he ducked his head trying to hide his own shock.

“WHAT THE HELL, SAM?” You screeched. Your face was bright red and so were his ears, peeping out from those long locks you had just been fantasizing about.

“I-I heard my name and came to- I knocked- YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST LOCKED THE DOOR!” He hollered back, body tensing and his eyes boring into you with a hint of anger seeping into his embarrassment. “How the fuck am I supposed to know you’re doing th- wait. Were- were you thinking of me while you did that?” He cautiously asked, face still red, but not as red as yours.

               “And if I was? What does it matter?” your voice, filled with embarrassed rage, emanated, though slightly muffled, from the pillow your head was ducked in. You heard gentle footfalls as his bare feet padded over the hardwood floor, followed by the feeling of another sitting at the edge of his mattress. A hand brushed your shoulder.

               “It matters because now I don’t feel as bad about doing the same while thinking of you. You are a very sexy woman, and to see that;” His arm slid softly down your arm and he pulled your hand away from your pillow, and right to a very obvious bulge in his boxers. “Is extremely arousing.” You slowly pulled your head from your pillow, a blush still dusting your cheeks as you felt your own arousal return at what was just beneath your fingers. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

               “Shoot.” You croaked, your eyes glued to his, while he licked his lips and swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob slightly.

               “Did you get off?”

               “Wh-what?”

               “Did you get to come? Or did I interrupt…” He trailed off, a slight pink to his cheeks again.

               “Oh, um. No. I was al-almost there when you ah-“

               “Gotcha. Can I help you? It’s the least I can do. I’m not expecting anything back, but it’s not fair that y-“ You cut off his embarrassed rambling with a kiss, flavored with the vodka that had not long ago washed over your tongue. You let your hands do the talking as your liquor fogged mind tried to wrap itself around the whole situation. You were about to have sex with Sam Winchester, your best friend. Weren’t there complications that could come up? Fuck them, you’d deal with that later. Your one hand palmed his erection through the thin fabric veiling it from your sight while the other snaked into his hair, your fingers ever so gently carding through the locks once they reached their destination. He groaned into the kiss before breaking it and pushing your form back down into the mattress as he took and positioned himself above you, straddling your waist in a way that put every one of your imagined scenarios to shame.

               “Sam.” You whispered. He smirked and began to slowly unbutton your shirt the rest of the way.

               “I was wondering where this one had gotten to.” He purred, you blushed. “It looks so hot on you, Y/N, just seeing you in it makes me that much harder.” You let out a groan as his knuckles brushed against your breasts from outside the cloth of the old flannel.

               “Please.” A single mewl escaped from your mouth as a prayer while his fingers moved like whispers along every inch of your body. You arched your hips up against his erection, making him growl and begin his relentless teasing of your breasts. Your mind exploded with the sensations flying through you, up the spine to the brain, but more so down to the now dripping heat of your core. Your arms came up and began tracing every hill and valley of his muscular arms, nails lightly scratching the skin, eliciting small goosebumps on his flesh. The moans in your mouth were becoming impossible to swallow back anymore, as one after another rolled off your tongue, interlaced with his name. At the same time his hands abandoned the peaks of your erect nipples and began their journey down to the apex of your thighs, not hesitating to tease or torment, but for him to immediately begin pumping his fingers in and out of your core, hitting your g-spot time after time after time.

               “Ohhh God. Ohh Sam, God, Sam PLEASE” You begged, the shockwaves of the pleasure his fingers brought to your body slamming through you like tidal waves, and you were rapidly approaching an orgasm you were sure to be mind shattering. Your hands clenched around his arms as you shook and he spoke one command that was soaked with arousal and want.

               “Come.” And so you did, body arching a seizing up into him as you saw stars. His fingers worked you through the orgasm and the waves that came after the initial peak before he withdrew and hastily began pushing down his own boxers to reveal a massive erection that was flushed and leaking precome at the tip.

               “Fill me up, Sam. I want you inside me.” You whispered breathily to him as you stroked a single finger along his nipple, causing him to tense and slightly lean into your touch.

               “Do you have any-“

               “I’m on the pill. Just. Get. Inside. Me. Now.” You cut him off, punctuating each word with a stroke of his dick with your free hand, he groaned and then compliantly moved, pushing your legs wider so he could fit in between. Lining himself up, he slowly and gently pushed inside of you, careful to not cause any major pain.  Once he was inside and stretching you out in the most sensational way, you both let out a moan as he began a slow and building pace.

               “Bring your hand down and rub at your clit, Y/N.” Sam panted in between thrusts, each time his length hit dead on center with that magic spot, and left fireworks of pleasure coursing up and down your spine. As you complied you almost came just with that simple addition of physical contact. You moaned all the louder, unthinkingly clenching around his length, drawing a deep and throaty sound of arousal from Sam.  “You close again, Babe?” he asked, voice soaked in the need that you mirrored in your own.

               “Yes! Please!” you grasped him closer with your empty hand, fingers locked around the stands of hair on his head.

               “Hold off.” He growled, his pace getting harder and faster, making you beg with every point of contact between his dick and your g-spot. “I’m getting close. Want to come together.” He panted out in short breaths, a sheen of sweat now cloaking both of you as the room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin on skin, the noises of pleasure falling from both your mouths, and the scent of sex. The number of times you came to the edge of your orgasm and fell away by your own sheer will amazed even you as Sam’s movements grew sloppy and erratic. “Get ready.” He breathed. Five seconds ticked by, ten, and then- “NOW!” He burst out as you clenched hard around him, clawing his back with the sheer intensity of the orgasm that hit you like a tsunami. You felt him release his load deep inside of you before pulling out, breathing like he had just ran a marathon. He pulled you close to him, and you both caught your breath.

               “Um… “You voiced after a few moments of blissful peace. “Can I just say that that was A, unexpected; and B, fucking amazing?” Sam chuckled and hugged you close.

               “Totally amazing.” He said, smiling down to where your head was on his chest, your body curled into his. “But we’re kind of gross.”

               “Back to the showers for round two?” You asked with a wink.

               “You bet.”

Me daydreaming about Literally any supernatural character:


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Everyone around me:

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Fic Recs (June 4th)

Hello, lovelies!! Here are your fic recs for the past several weeks! There are quite a few!!

Logged In” written by @talesmaniac89. The reader finds herself falling for a guy she met online. Too bad she’s already in love with Dean. (SPN)

Metria’s Pun-ishment” written by @karenp1969 (my momma :D). The Demoness Metria has finally gone too far. Her punishment: exilse. (Xanth, puns galore and not a reader-insert)

The Real Mr. Ketch” written by @clueless-gold. The reader believes everyone can be saved. To prove it, she volunteers to venture into Ketch’s psyche and see what makes him tick. (SPN)

Age is But a Number” written by @supernatural-imagine-oneshot. The reader is teaching Henry about technology and it ends up leading to a confession. There’s only one problem. Henry is her best friends’ grandfather. (SPN, fluffy humor) 

Keeping Secrets” written by @life-is-righteous. The reader’s students all want the same thing. For the reader to date Professor Oakenshield. (Tolkien, Modern AU)

Crowley!!!” written by @rudemaidenswrite. The reader affectionately calls her car Crowley, saying it’s an appropriate name since the car seems possessed. Imagine her surprise when one night, the real deal appears in the car. (SPN, humor)

Colors” written by @imaginethestarwars. Kylo introduces his closest friend to General Hux, who becomes quite smitten with her. (Star Wars, fluff-ish)

Prince Charming” written by @arrow-guy. Steve goes to a ball where he meets the princess, who just happens to be his true love. (Avengers, Cinderella AU)

Wits” written by @mywritinghole. The reader is engaged to Joffrey instead of her sister Sansa, but the Hound is there to help her. (GoT, angsty fluff-ish)

Actions Overlap Words” written by @the-new-fanfic-order. General Hux and the reader are both dance instructors with very different styles. She teaches hip-hop while he teaches ballet. Their students think they can’t stand each other. (Star Wars AU, sweet)

The Five Thing You Know and The One You Don’t” written by @thewinterswimmer. A look at Bucky and the reader’s friendship that could possibly blossom into something more. (Avengers, fluff)

Barba’s Co-counsel” written by @mrsrafaelbarba. Rafael’s co-counsel, who he has feelings for, has been receiving threats. When the two of them take a short-cut to the hospital, she(the reader) gets injured in an attack. (Law&Order: SVU, angst)

Enough is Enough” written by @winchester-writes. The reader is used to Dean’s insults until the one night she can’t take it anymore. (SPN, angst. Mentions of panic attack)

Kitten Love” written by @riversong-sam. Cain finds a stray kitten and goes to the pet store for some supplies where he meets the reader. (SPN, fluff.)

There you have it, lovelies!! Happy reading and lots of love! 

-Meg

I Forgive You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mentions of torture, self-loathing, witches are bitches, language

Word Count: 1,846 (unbeta’d all mistakes are my own)

Square Filled: Torture

A/N: Welp guys, I signed up for @spnangstbingo and I couldn’t be happier with the card I got! I have many ideas running around in my head for each one but I hope you enjoy this first one!! Many more to come!!

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A Queen for the King #2

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen.
Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Vortigern, Hannah [minor ofc]
Characters mentioned: Uther and Igraine Pendragon, reader’s parents
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader
Word Count: 1,667
Warnings: Canon violence mentioned, mention of mistreatment of a woman, mention of rape
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support and positivity you have shown us! GIFs found on Google.

WRITTEN BY: @winchester-writes​ & @mrs-squirrel-chester​ IN CASE YOU DIDN’T SEE THE FIRST MULTIPLE POSTS.

Our work is not to be posted on any other sites without our express written permission.


PREVIOUSLY ON A QUEEN FOR THE KING:

It was late at night that Arthur remembered who Y/N was. It came to him as all his other memories had; in the shape of a dream. Though, this was no nightmare, just the soft voice of his mother as she tucked him in one night. She told him of a girl; a girl that would, one day, become his wife, and her name resonated throughout his dream the moment it left his mother’s lips…Y/N.


Arthur awoke with a sharp gasp, her name falling off his lips with a whisper as he tried to catch his breath. Sitting up he ran a hand through his hair and down his face, looking towards the window and seeing that it was now morning. Y/N was to be his wife, his betrothed since they were children, yet nothing was mentioned when the two of them met. How was this to work?

Yes, he thought she was attractive. She wore a smile that made his heart race, skin that looked milky and soft; so much so, that he wanted to feel it under his fingertips, and a voice that was as pure as her name, but he knew very little about her. He didn’t know who she truly was. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to know every little detail about her.

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Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

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His Throne

(gif belongs to @heavnofhell)


His Throne

“Y/N! Just the little ray of sunshine that I wanted to see” Lucifer called out in a low, flirtatious tone as you entered the throne room, locking his eyes onto you as a smile spread across his face. He lounged comfortably with his elbow resting on one arm of the throne and his leg draped over the other, a position which only he make look both lackadaisical and threatening.

“Lucifer” you regarded, approaching him with a stack of papers in your hands.

Swinging his leg back over the arm of the chair, he rested both feet on the floor and drank in your figure, a thousand thoughts dancing quietly behind his eyes. A quick flick of his fingers sent the papers you were holding sailing to the other side of the room, scattering them to the ground with no regard for their importance.

“Come here” he propositioned, patting his leg as he beckoned you closer with a gesture of his head.

Your eyes drew wide for a moment as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth, trying to vain to suppress the smile that threatened to bloom across your face. Feet gliding towards him on their own accord, you approached the throne as he held out his hands, finding yourself within his grasp faster that you would have guessed.

He patted his thigh again, eyes half-lidded as he slid his fingers around your forearm and pulled you gently closer. You turned to sit yourself down on his leg, feeling like one of those children nervous over a mall Santa Clause. It wasn’t until he halted your turn, snatching your other arm to keep you facing him that you realized what he wanted.

Not one to disappoint, you brought your one knee up to rest beside his thigh, hoisting yourself up to straddle him on his throne. You dragged your lower half over his lap as you settled yourself atop him, sliding your fingers up his chest to lace them behind his neck.

“You have a meeting in twenty minutes, my lord” you purred at him, chest heaving from excitement as you felt his length beginning to stiffen under you.

His expression darkened, eyes flashing red as his fingers ghosted up your sides.

“Then I guess we better get started…”


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Arranged Marriage

Jax Teller x Reader

Word Count: 1,142

Warnings: Arranged marriage, yelling, angst if you squint, hints at sexy times lol 

Requested by anonymous - Can you write a SOA about Jax and Reader where it’s like an arranged marriage between another charter. And they slowly fall in love but kinda don’t like each other at first? Thanks!!!

A/N: Thanks to the lovely @mamapeterson for the beta!! (tbh it was an absolute pile of shit before she helped, it wouldn’t be what it is without her and she deserves all the praise)….I tried my absolute hardest on this guys (actually cried over how shitty it was) so feedback is appreciated…please…maybe?

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I Think I Wanna Marry You...

Pairing: Dean X Reader.

Warnings: none.

S/P/N- Sister’s Preferred Name.

Summary: The reader, distraught over not having a date to her sister’s wedding, considers asking one of the Winchesters to pretend to accompany her; will Dean manage to save the day and play pretend for two weeks, or will his feelings get the best of him?

A/N: I’m a sucker for these “fake relationship” stories ;))



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Y/N pulls the phone from her ear, her frustration drawn out in the creases in her brow.


“Well?” Dean asks, sat opposite her at the library table. Before him lies an open lore book, on a page about Nordic gods and how to kill them, and his cup of coffee sits dangerously close to the irreplaceable relic. With Sam out doing some shopping, it’s just the two of them at home, trying to dig up some info that might be useful for future use.


Pinching her brow, the young girl shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand.  “Nothing. It’s fine.”


“Ya’ sure?”


“Yes.” She says, trying to sound convincing, but its of no use, because the elder Winchester has known her long enough to see past her facades.


Living together for nearly five years now, calling her his best-friend even feels like an understatement. They got to know each other a while back through a hunt involving a Tulpa in California; Y/N’s kill, but the boy’s happened to jump in on it and help out. Surprise surprise: a friendship sparked,  and ever since then, the relationship has flourished greatly.


To Dean, Y/N is family, just like Cas or Charlie or any of the other members of their little rehabilitation program they’ve picked up over the years. And with that, he knows—well enough—that despite her efforts to dismiss it, something is nudging at her mind.


“Obviously not. You seem like you’re about to explode. What is it?” He shuts the book and leans forward. Y/N still looks exasperated; still tries to act like she isn’t, and fails terribly. When she finally lifts her gaze, her expression is that of defeat.


“It’s my sister.” She says mournfully. “She’s calling me about her wedding coming up this month, and wants to know if I’ve been signed up to the family news letter that allows me to see all the updates on things like which floral arrangement we’re going to have. Surprise surprise—I’m not.”


“Damn.” Dean says plainly, still not seeing the reason behind her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes at him, trying to look annoyed, but the smile that she suppresses says otherwise.


A sardonic laugh escapes her. “Yeah, damn indeed.”  She rises from her seat, downing her coffee. Dean glances at his, then stretches it across to her. She finishes it in a single glug.


“So….what now?” He leans back in the chair. “You don’t know the floral arrangements? Doesn’t sound so bad.”


“I don’t know anything about this wedding, Dean. I don’t know where it’s gonna be, I don’t know who’s gonna be there, and—until I few seconds ago—I didn’t know I’m going to have to be in Boston next week. S/P/N mentioned it in the newsletter but….” Her voice drifts off and she folds her lips into a straight-line, shrugging.


“What’s in Boston?”


“The wedding, apparently. Who even gets married in Boston? Yuck.” Y/N scowls.


“Your sister, apparently.” He almost rolls his eyes. “Right, so…go to Boston. Show up for the rehearsal, see your family, have fun, and then get back here once everything’s done.”


Dean explains it like it’s so easy.  To him, it is.  Wedding prepping can’t take more than three weeks, can it….? He wouldn’t know. He’s never had the chance to even be part of a wedding, but he assumes that that’s an appropriate estimate.


But, from the way Y/N bites her lip and averts her gaze to the floor, a look teetering between guilt and embarrassment on her face, maybe he’s wrong.


“Yeaahhh….” She draws out, skeptically. “Uhm…about that. It’s not as easy as it sounds…”


“Uhm…?” He quirks an inquisitive brow.


“I…sorta…told them that I have a date to the wedding and,…” Y/N gestures in the air, but doesn’t finish her sentence.


Dean watches her with a knitted brow, waiting for an explanation that doesn’t come, until realizations strikes. His eyes widen and his mouth forms a little “o”.


“Ohhh.”


“Yeah…” Her cheeks are dusted with a feint blush and she looks away.


Dean doesn’t want to say it, but he can’t help but think how cute it is—really cute. The only thing that can compete, he thinks, is the way her eyes disappear into her cheeks when she smiles.


As embarrassing as it is, he has almost an entire list like that about Y/N; things he thinks are adorable about her, things like her laugh, to  he way she’s so awkward around big crowds,  or how she has an undeniable obsession with space. Little things. Cute things. It goes on and on, infinite and growing each day, the more and more he gets to know her…but he’ll never admit that.


Because he can’t.


Because Y/N is family, and she’s just a friend.


“Well…is it like a must to bring one along? You could always just tell your family that you guys…broke up? Maybe he cheated. Maybe the love fizzled out.” Dean offers, shrugging.


Y/N looks at him with an un-amused expression. “Great thing to mention right before a wedding.”


“God, I don’t know.” Getting up from his seat, he rolls his eyes. He shuts the book and a gust if dust billows from it, then fixes it under his arm.“You’ll figure it out. It’s you.”


“Dean…”


“Yeah?”


Y/N doesn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she looks to the floor, arms crossed over her chest.“Well,…there is something I thought about doing, but—God, I don’t know. What if, like—” She finally looks up.


Dean waits for the bombshell he knows she’s about to drop with a cautious, furrowed brow,


“—I asked Sam?”  She finishes, her expression hopeful; her eyebrows are pulled together and she’s squinting slightly. The elder Winchester feels the wind get knocked out of him at hearing this.


His eyes widen. “Sam?”


“Not to actually be my date!—just to fool my family for the two weeks. Do you think he’ll go along with it?”


“I don’t get it—why don’t you just—“


“I can’t tell them I don’t have a date, because I already told them that I do. Going back on my word now will just make me look ridiculous, Dean. Just…”Y/N sighs and shuts her eyes. Dean can read the desperation in her features. He bites his lip, contemplating Y/N’s offer.


Sam, going on a date with Y/N. The idea is so ludicrous, so unbelievable that it sounds completely silly, like imagining pigs fly or anything of the nature. He can’t bring himself to even picture the two of them together, but…


Still.


He then feels something stir in his gut at the thought, a warmth, a….jealousy? No. Hopefully not. It’s been ages since these feelings have managed to surface. Now is not the time for a return. The elder Winchester quickly suffocates the feeling and averts his attention back onto his friend.


 Before him she stands, imploring y/e/c eyes, a sweet smile stretched across her face and hands clasped together. She looks like a little girl, so young, so desperate. The elder Winchester doesn’t want to say no. Even if he did—with puppy eyes like those—how can you?


“So you have to have a date to this wedding?”


“I do.”


Dean thinks for a moment, raking his eyes over Y/N’s face that speaks mountains of uncertainty.


“You think he’ll say no, huh?”


“I’ll do it.”


“What?” Confusion floods the young girls face as she unclasps her hands. They fall to her side. Dean gulps trying to level his voice to a more confident tone.


“I’ll be your date to your sister’s wedding.” He repeats, hoping he sounds more sure than he feels. His hands go cold, throat tightening.


Y/N’s face speaks volumes of surprise. “You’d…do that?”


Another nod.


“You’ll really do this?” She asks eyes wide. “A whole two weeks in Boston? With my family?”


Dean shrugs. For some wild reason, his heart is pounding in his chest and his palms are sweating, and he tries to stave off all the anxiety that begins to bubble within his gut. “Yeah. Why not?”


“Dean,” Y/N’s voice is stern all of a sudden. You can tell that she’s just as taken aback by the proposal as he is, but is trying not to show it. “If you say yes to this, I don’t want you to half-ass it? This is a real big deal for me, you know?”


“Look, do you want a date to this wedding or not?”


Y/N  then bites her lip, contemplating. The elder Winchester’s eyes never leave her as he watches, waiting for response, until she finally agrees.


“Okay.” She says. A small smile then twitches on her lips, and Dean can see she’s trying to suppress.


“ Okay. Awesome. I’m gonna call S/P/N and see if there’s anything more I need to know yeah?” She asks. He nods.


“Sure.” Dean says. “It’s fine with me.”


“Sure?”


“Mhm.” He knows he is, because the smile that breaks through Y/N’s authoritative face then is something definitely worth the decision. Her cheeks indented with dimples, she smiles, shaking her head, and then walks out to make the call. On the way out, she makes sure she butts her shoulder into his, just for fun. Dean lets out a nervous chuckle.


She’s gone. The empty library is silent, and that’s when his heart starts to thud.


Over and over, like a vicious doldrums. The silence only accentuates the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as the elder Winchester allows in a deep breath. His eyes flutter shut, and the anxiety begins to melt away gradually.


This is gonna be a hell of a wedding.


                                                  ~*~*~*~

Part 2

I’ve been in my feelings for Dean for the past few weeks so bear with me pls. Also, I’m very excited for this story; more chapters to come, hopefully soon.

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Parenting Frustrations

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 772

Warnings: nothing really unless you wanna count teeth rotting fluff as one

A/N: Here’s some Daddy!Jensen for your Saturday morning lol I know it’s short but I think it’s adorable! 

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

“Come on kid work with me here.” You heard Jensen say from the kitchen followed by the giggle of your daughter, Alice. For some reason, she would eat whenever you fed her, but when he tried to help out, she was very troublesome. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, you crossed your arms and watched quietly as Jensen attempted to feed your daughter yet again. 

Jensen took another small spoonful of the mashed banana’s, moved it towards Alice’s mouth with his mouth also open in a wide smile only to have her flail her hands and the banana’s splashed into Jensen’s face. Alice immediately giggled and Jensen nodded his head as he grabbed the rag to wipe his face off. 

“Yeah, laugh it up Princess. Laugh at your old man.” Jensen looked up when you let out a giggle of your own, “Thanks for laughing Y/N, meanwhile your daughter is still not eating. Well…at least with me she’s not.” Jensen sighed and set the spoon back into the jar.  “I don’t know what it is with me….” 

“There’s nothing wrong with you babe.” You walked over and kissed the top of his head before grabbing the jar of bananas. “You’re just a silly daddy, who’s funny to giggle at. Isn’t that right Alice?”

She squealed and smacked her little hands against the table of her highchair. “Thanks girls….”

“Anytime daddy.”You spoke as you nudged him out of the chair, taking his place in front of Alice. Doing the exact same routine Jensen did just moment before, Jensen groaned the moment Alice opened her mouth and gladly accepted the bananas.

“Oh come on!” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and leaned up against the island, “That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair honey.” You simply stated, wiping the leftover bananas from Alice’s chin with the spoon, letting her eat that little bit before giving her another spoonful.

Jensen’s brow raised just slightly, “Oh yeah? Well how about I tell you that next time you can’t get her to sleep and I can?”

You stopped mid-way between giving Alice her food and the jar, “Low blow Jensen.”

Jensen stood there with a proud smirk on his face, he was the only one at the moment who could get Alice to go to sleep, whether it be a nap or her actual bed time. Which was something that annoyed you to know end because when he was gone for work, you had to call him just so she could hear his voice. Heaven forbid he can’t answer and then you’re left with her screaming like you were doing the worst thing you possibly could to her. Sometimes those moments left you with only a few hours of sleep all because daddy wasn’t there to sooth her to sleep. Why couldn’t mommy do that? You had no idea.

“Well, it just goes to show I’m her favorite.”

You chuckled, “No you’re her tool. She’s almost 10 months old and knows she can work you better than I can.”

“No she c-can’t….” It sounded more like Jensen was trying to convince himself more than you. “Just whatever, she ate, now it’s bath time. Isn’t that right Alice?” He used his baby voice when he spoke to her which earned him a little two toothed grin along with some leftover bananas dripping down her chin.

Putting your hands on your hips you moved over to where Jensen was standing, leaning against him, “Our baby sure is a stubborn one.”

“She got that from you.” The both of you said at the same time causing laughter to bubble out of each other. You smacked his chest playfully before going over to lift Alice out of her highchair. Your nose turned up and you held her out for Jensen.

“She has a surprise for you daddy….”

Jensen tried to object but you just shook your head, “Nah uh, mommy did it this morning before you even showed up. Your turn.”

He hung his head before walking over and grabbing Alice, “I swear to you Princess…if it’s one like last time…” His voice trailed off as he walked up the stairs and to her nursery.

All you could do was stand there at the bottom of the stairs and shake your head at the two people you loved most in this world. She was exactly like him in every sense and you could only love her more. You were grateful for the little family you were given and you couldn’t wait till later tonight to let Jensen know that it’d soon be expanding by one. 

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A Queen for the King #5

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen.
Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Bedivere, Blue, multiple unnamed men
Characters mentioned: Goosefat Bill, Wet Stick
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader
Word Count: 1,217
Warnings: Canon violence, sword fighting, Arthur’s sword being enchanted, angst
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Co-Written with @winchester-writes

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You looked up at him, standing tall above you, longer hair hanging in his face. With your head tipped to the side, you reached up, and ran your hand through his hair, smiling as he leaned into your touch.

“You want a child with me?” you murmured.

Arthur’s nose scrunched cutely. “Caught that, did you?”

“It was not difficult to miss.”

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Arthur draped his hands on your hips. “Know what else that is not difficult to miss?”

When you gave a contented hum as an answer, he dipped his head, and whispered, “We’re all alone.” You barely registered the wink Arthur shot you before his warm lips were on yours.


Everything about that kiss you shared that day was absolutely magical. The moment his lips touched yours, it was like time itself had stopped. Your entire body relaxed against his while a wave of electricity coursed throughout it. Right then, there was no one else that existed on this planet except for you and Arthur.

One of Arthur’s hands that were situated on your hips moved up to your back to bring you ever so closer as the other came up to cup your cheek. Letting out a breathy groan he pulled away and rested his forehead against your own.

“I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my existence with you and only you.”

“Even when we’re old and all wrinkly?” Your nose turned up slightly, but he just rubbed his own against yours, earning a small giggle.

“Even when we’re old and wrinkly, darling,” Arthur agreed as he pulled back and kissed the top of your head. “So enough training for today, what would you wish to do instead?”

“A lovely walk in the garden sounds very relaxing,” you stated as your hands came to rest against his chest.

“Then a walk through the gardens is what we’ll do.”

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Shouldn’t

He’s always thinking about kissing you. And he knows damn sure he shouldn’t be thinking about it. He shouldn’t be thinking about you at all, as a matter of fact. But he is. He can’t help it.  He’s attracted to you but he knows it would mess everything up.

 He watches you from the other side of the table while your eyes roam over the book in front of you. Sometimes you’ll pull your bottom lip between your teeth when you read something particularly amusing or interesting. A strand of your hair falls over your face and it takes every ounce of strength he as not to push it away and tuck it behind your ear. He can’t feel this way. It’s wrong. It’s painful.

 When he sits next to you at the bar, both of you with a glass of whiskey, neat, and a bottle of beer sitting right next to it. He can’t keep his eyes off of you. The way you bring the bottle to your soft, pink lips and the way your tongue slips past your lips after you swallow the drink down. He wants to taste the beer on your tongue, knowing it would taste a million times better with you laced with it. He can’t feel this way. It’s wrong. You’ll get hurt.

 He holds you tightly in the back seat of the impala, his hand pressing against your ribcage, putting pressure on the nasty wound from a werewolf claw. Pain coursing through your body. He’s terrified. Because now he could lose you and he never had the chance to tell you how he feels. He wants to tell you, god he wants to tell you. But he keeps his mouth shut. He knows, if he tells you, if he confesses everything; he’ll lose you. He always loses the ones he loves.

 You step into the bunker with a pizza in one hand and a case of beer in the other. After working three tough cases, the three of you were finally home. He sat in the library in his jeans and a brown henley that fit him perfectly. The second he hears you, he’s on his feet, taking the food from you and placed it on the table. He can’t help himself this time. They way your hair fell around your face almost flawlessly and the smile you wore that reached your eyes. He knew that there was no use in denying himself from you. He took a step forward, taking your face in his hands before crashing his lips to yours. He could taste you, the taste of happiness and safety washed over him.

 “Took you long enough, Winchester,” you whispered.

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