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Almost Royal (4)

Summary: You & Dean talk about logistics about bringing Opal to his country--and how to keep her away from the press that won’t stay away.

Pairing: King!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None that I can think think of? Unedited.

1/18/23 LOLOLOL I HAVE THE OTHER CHAPTER WRITTEN THOUGH I PROMISE

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You can’t stand how nice the plane is. You’ve been in first class approximately once in your life, and you were crying so hard you couldn’t enjoy it at all. Dean’s private plan puts what little you remember to shame. The interior was gold and green, velvet and plush touching your skin so softly it felt inappropriate.

“I feel like it’s too expensive to breathe,” Opal mumbles to you, once you’ve reached the air and Dean went to the restroom.

“Get used to it baby bear,” you mutter. “It only goes up from here.”

She nods, looking out to the clouds in wonder, curiosity, and a smidge of anxiety. 

“Spill it.”

“I don’t know,” she sighs out, biting her thumbnail. “I’m so excited, and happy to be here with both of you but…but what if the more time we spend time together, the less he likes me?” Her eyes build with tears, and you immediately take her hands in yours, reaching across the table between you.

“Baby bear.”

“And, and what if I don’t fit in? What if they don’t like me? What if you end up hating me for making you go back?”

“Never.” You cut her off vehemently. “I could never hate you for anything you do. You could put an axe through my foot right now and I’d still love you until my dying breath–”

“And mine.”

You both look up to see Dean standing a ways away, clearly having heard most of your conversation. “I haven’t known for as nearly as long as I should, but I do love you Opal. Until my dying breathe I will not let you go again.”

A few tears slide down Opal’s cheeks, but Dean catches them quickly and sits down beside her. You watch them tenderly before getting back to the task at hand.

“So what’s the game plan?”

Opal gives you a confused look but Dean only nods. You both lock eyes, and a strange understanding settles between you two.

“I think our primary goal is the same,” he says. “We keep his far away from the press.”

“It’s a needed precaution,” you explain when you see your daughter’s face fall. “The press are vultures who will skin you alive for every single answer you give and then some. They’ll be looking for all the wrong things in your words–from stuttering to the wrong adjective to the wrong pronunciation. They’re waiting for you to fall.”

“And we won’t let that happen,” Dean continues. “We’re going to try and mask you both from the public as much as possible in order to control which way the story goes, and to ensure they see you for who you are.”

He waits for her to nod before moving on. “You both will be staying close to me in the palace under the guise of being Sam’s friends who are over for the occasion–”

“Sam? I get to meet my Uncle Sam soon?” Opal breathes. 

“You sound more excited to meet him than you did me,” Dean jokes, bumping her shoulder with his. Your heart warms at their collective laugh. It doesn’t take long before he gets serious again. “I plan to reveal you two at the Announcement Ball.”

You balk at his words, unable to keep your jaw from dropping. “Are you sure? Are you serious?”

Dean doesn’t shy away from your eye contact. “Of course.”

“Mom? Dad? What’s the Announcement Ball?”

You can’t answer her. “They won’t let you. You know that the won’t let you right.”

Dean only raises an eyebrow. “I don’t care who they are, I’ve made my decision.”

“If you’re even the slightest bit hesitant–”

Opal tugs on Dean’s sleeves with a soft calling of “Dad?” And despite the seriousness of the conversation, you smirk at how he melts instantaneously at her puppy dog eyes. 

“The Announcement Ball is a tradition my lineage has, where we officially name our successors for the throne, legitimizing who we decide is our blood.”

“And…and you want to announce…me?”

“If you’re up for it kid.”

Opal swallows before closing her eyes tightly. “I don’t want to cry anymore than I already have.”

Dean laughs, taking her hand in his. “When I told you I’m not letting you go, I meant it kid. After the announcement, we’ll have all the time in the world.” He then clears his throat. “To prepare you for court and the public, you both will be participating within 3 weeks worth of events to show who you are. That you belong here. So that by the time I name you Opal, no one would have any reason to oppose.”

She smiles so hard that both of you can’t help but mirror her emotion.

“Sam is going to pick us up,” Dean adds. “He’s also agreed to take you both on and be your benefactor for the events. He has access to both our funds to make sure you both fit in well. God knows you’ll need it.”

A bitter taste blooms in your mouth at his last comment. You try not to fidget with the 6 year old coat that you have yet to take off, but it must show on your face because Dean tries to backtrack. 

“That–I didn’t mean it like that–”

“Excuse me?” You ignore him, giving a kind smile to the one flight attendant you’ve seen. “What snacks do you have on board?”

“We have granola, trail mix, fresh cut seasonal fruit, smoothies–”

“Can we have some granola?” Opal interrupts, and the flight attendant nods. “No peanuts please!”

“Are you allergic?” Dean asks.

You nod as she’s handed the food. “Walnuts are the worst.”

He nods, sinking into his seat. “Seems like there's so many things I have to learn about you.”

“Well,” Opal says over the food. “We now have the rest of our lives.”

You all fall asleep for the rest of the flight.

You’re the first to wake up, and realize you’ve stepped into a nightmare. The plane is slowly touching down, and you see massive amounts of cars, and people, and…

Cameras.

The press.

“Dean,” you almost scream out, shaking him vigorously from where he sits across from you. Opal’s head slips off of his shoulder when you gesture to the window. “They’re here.”

An expletive slips out of his mouth immediately, his face red with anger. He whips out his phone as you question him. 

“How?!”

“I don’t know–”

“Did they know you left?”

“This is our stealth plane, the royal crest isn’t anywhere near this–”

“If they hurt her Dean–”

“They won’t!” He snaps, determination set on his face. “They won’t.”

You nod, and both of you know. Digging into a backpack you kept with you, you pull out a large, old college sweatshirt. Dean grabs his sunglasses and a scarf the flight attendant hands him. 

Opal barely wakes up as you both help her pull the items on, just in time for the announcement that you could disembark within the next 5 minutes.

“Keep your head low,” you warn. “Don’t say anything, get straight to the car. We’ll be right behind you.”

“Sam’s ready,” Dean confirms. “Let’s go.”

All of you hold your breath. Dean is in front, you’re in the back with Opal in between you. The plane door lowers…

And they pounce.

Their words garble together, with blinding lights and yelling that causes a major sensory overload. You and Dean both have a strong hold on Opal, with Dean’s bodyguard strongly leading the way from where he came from the car. The press jostles all of you, the wave of the crowd ebbing strongly to try to get your line to break. The whole time you keep gently squeezing your daughter’s hand, her squeezing back just as grounding.

“King Dean! Is it true that this is your illegitimate daughter?!”

Opal flinches.

“Is this your new mistress?!”

You bite hard on your tongue.

“King Dean, is this another one of your charity cases?!”

Dean glares straight ahead.

“King Dean, is this the help that fled the palace? Was she hiding your secret love child?”

They continue to press in. And in. And in.

And finally you’re at the car door. Dean slips in, and then somehow your strong formation breaks. Opal ends up behind you, on the ground, on her hands and knees–

You try to get to her but you’re shoved inside the car. Without another thought you climbed straight over Dean’s lap to get out on the other side, scrambling to your baby girl.

Just to see that the crowd was silent.

They’re in a semi-circle around her, but she’s not actually on the ground…she’s helping a fallen reporter. Her scarf has fallen so that her soft smile shines, and beyond the camera clicks, you hear Opal ask if the fallen reporter is okay. They only nod in shock.

“Baby bear,” you choke out. Opal gets up with the person on the ground, nodding before following you to the car.

Inside, Dean doesn’t let her go. And you can finally breathe.

“Well,” a familiar voice says. Your eyes widen at Sam sitting in the passenger seat. “That was quite an entrance.”

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[downwithpeople]

I have one of the most advanced prosthetic arms in the world — and I hate it

Being a cyborg is cool right now, thanks in large part to gee-whiz media coverage. But actually using a bionic arm can really suck.

[theplantqueer]

...the media’s coverage of these new kinds of prosthetics is so focused on the initial joy or incredulity — on the idea that “lives are changed” — that they forget to ask if these hands are actually useful and what happens in the weeks and months after the unboxing.

The media narrative, says James Young — husband of Ashley and a cyborg himself — is designed to be reassuring to people: If you happen to, God forbid, lose your arm, “they” can replace it. “People want to make sure that the technology is out there that can remake you as you are right now,” he says.

For Alexis Hillard, the creator of the YouTube channel “Stump Kitchen,” the obsession with cyborgs is “continuing to drive that wedge between disenfranchised disabled people and those with money and power, creating a new ‘desirable disabled person.’”

[writingwithcolor]

A good read for our followers writing amputee characters in contemporary or speculative fiction settings.

As always, take this not as a message to "stop writing cyborgs/advanced prosthetics ever," but rather to read and center disabled perspectives, understand your motivations, and trace your logic.

- Writing With Color

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Glass Onion + Text Posts (part 1)

[mrkida-art]

Just a lil baby dwarf being kissed on the cheek 8) 

[seavoice]

OUR MAIN TRIO JUST GOT COMPLETED!!!

[marie-lyn]

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[lousysharkbutt]

Happy Easter! 🙏

[nymt97]

[worshipgifs]

Recommended Resource: The Names of God by Ken Hemphill

[fuzzydinosaur]

Picture this, you're stressed out because Covid and climate change finds you out of a job and now you can't pay for dental work so as you listen to the hold music to the dental clinic to cancel your wisdom teeth surgery you log into tumblr to calm your nerves only to be greeted by a Destiel meme informing you that the word flashing is banned and you realise fellow tumblr users can't use a warning for post that could trigger your epilepsy. Imagine this, you're now afraid and there's nothing you can do, no tag to filter out, no warning to safe you.

[at-the-sign-of-the-fox-n-phoenix]

the phrase ‘pulsing lights’ has been suggested as a workaround.  I know I will be using it. Your safety is important to me.

[fuzzydinosaur]

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Holy shit guys, I wasn't expecting this to blow up, over 7.5k notes in less than 12hrs. I wish I could've worded it better and not some angry self-indulgent rant when I originally posted it but thankfully I've gotten so many helpful comments/tags from so many users on here.

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Strobe alert

Eye strain

Eyestrain

Strobing lights

Epilepsy warning

Strobe lights

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Please do not use 'epilepsy' tag as a warning, for epileptics use that tag to communicate about their own health within the epileptic community.

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Men will wear earrings and paint their nails

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Is this an indictment or a celebration?

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A commandment

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[smallestchances]

Almost Royal (3)

Summary: Dean comes back into your life unannounced, and you’re not going to give him a warm welcome.

Pairing: King!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Cursing

8/7/21 LOLOLOL

Masterlist

You wished with everything in you that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You’d never planned to see Dean again–whether that be in magazines, press releases, interviews–and you’d done so well. The only time you’d acknowledge would be in the memories you had left, where his candy green eyes meant love and not betrayal.

And yet here he was. In your shabby basement apartment. Looking strong, regal, older, handsomer–

And angry. Very, very angry.

Keep reading

[coffeebooksandfandom]

Opal and Dean are getting on my last nerve!!! If this were a book, this is the part where I would ground it and put it in the freezer!!!

[smallestchances]

THIS MADE ME HOWL LMAOOOO

I love how strong your feelings are! ! And tbh I knew I was ready to fight Dean but you may be onto something a little bit when if comes to our baby bear😂

[smallestchances]

Hello beautiful 😘 !! I'm interested in Tony's, Steve's and Bucky's wives. But I don't want to pressure you or make you write something that you don't want to or don't feel motivated enough to do, so just do whatever you want you are the BOSS here😂😂. Thanks for asking me before which wife I wanted to read about. It means a lot to me that you listen to your readers suggestions or requests. Have a nice day 😊 💛 ❤

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[smallestchances]

Almost Royal is fire! Only 3 chapters in and I already had tears in my eyes.

Can't wait for what's next!

AHHHH thank you!! I’m currently writing part 5 right now, so I hope I don’t disappoint yall🤎

[smallestchances]

Almost Royal (3)

Summary: Dean comes back into your life unannounced, and you’re not going to give him a warm welcome.

Pairing: King!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Cursing

8/7/21 LOLOLOL

Masterlist

You wished with everything in you that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You’d never planned to see Dean again--whether that be in magazines, press releases, interviews--and you’d done so well. The only time you’d acknowledge would be in the memories you had left, where his candy green eyes meant love and not betrayal.

And yet here he was. In your shabby basement apartment. Looking strong, regal, older, handsomer--

And angry. Very, very angry.

Seeing the seething rage in his gaze only allowed wrath to bubble quickly within your own. He’s angry? How dare he come to your home, nearly 17 years too late, and be angry with you.

You see Dean’s chest expand, gearing up for the fight in your eyes. But as you open your mouth, another voice interrupts you. 

“Dad?”

And immediately, immediately, Dean deflates. His eyes light up, his throat twitches around a deep swallow, and a smile stretches across his lips. “Op--” he chokes around the first part of her name. “Opal?”

Your daughter needs no other encouragement before launching herself at the man before you. She buries herself into his chest, and Dean doesn’t hesitate before swallowing her completely within his arms, one hand holding tightly to the back of her head. They fit so perfectly within each other’s arms, and you have to look away before the tears building start to fall.

It’s your wildest dreams and your worst nightmares in one.

“I didn’t--” Opal burrows further into Dean. “I didn’t think you’d come...I didn’t think you’d believe me. “

“I promised you I’d come, didn’t I?” Dean furrows his eyebrows in disbelief. “I’m here now. That’s what matters kid. I--I’ll always be here when you need me.”

A squeak falls from your daughter’s mouth. “Dad.”

“Yea...yea kid. I’m your dad.”

That. 

That is what crumbles you on the inside. And so you clear your throat.  “Opal, honey. Can you wait outside for a moment?”

Opal struggles to pull away. “I don’t want to leave him so soon--”

“I’m not going anywhere kiddo.”

With that, Opal reluctantly steps away and reading the room, she goes back outside.

It doesn’t take long for the war to begin.

“You have no right to be here--”

“My child? You left me behind while you had my fucking daughter?”

You sputter only momentarily, so livid that you don’t know which of your questions you should ask first. “How did you even find us?”

“Oh, yea, because you have a state of the art security system,” Dean bites, and you see red. The last thing you’d let him do is stand there and make fun of your financial situation. 

“Don’t you fucking start--”

“Don’t start? Don’t start??” The rage that piles in his stance only ramps yours. “You have no right to tell me what to do.”

“Don’t raise your voice at me--”

“I’ll do what I fucking feel!” The pure explosiveness behind his voice stuns you both to silence. Both of you simultaneously look at the door to make sure Opal was far away from this faceoff.  Dean lets out a ragged breath before continuing. “You left me. For nearly 17 years, you left me behind without another word and then I hear that you’ve had my fucking daughter?” His voice cracks on the last word. “Who gave you the right to keep her from me--”

“Keep her from you?” You scoff. “You seemed not to wonder about any shit I did or where I was for those same 17 years, and now you want to come in here and argue--”

“You left without a trace,” he spits. “I couldn’t leave behind my entire country to chase you around the world, when it seemed pretty clear you wanted nothing to do with us anymore.”

“Right, because I wanted to be a single mother with nothing to my name after leaving the only life I’d ever known.”

“Just like you to play the victim. My mother was right about you.”

Those words stop all of the oxygen in your throat. Of course. Knowing who he’s gotten his information from, and how that person feels  about you gives you everything you need to know. “Your mother.” You deadpan.

Dean doesn’t notice the shift. “Yes.”

“I guess you know everything then.”

“Everything.”

You scoff. “If you know the whole story, then get the fuck out of my house and don’t look back.”

“You mean get out of your shithole of a basement and leave my daughter behind.”

“FUCK YOU!” Is all you can muster to yell, and Dean only laughs. “Get out,” you whisper vehemently. “Get out, get out, get out--”

“I’m not going anywhere without her.”

“You did for the past 17 years, you’ll manage.”

“I have a right to know her!” Dean takes a breath, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth to prevent his tears of frustration from falling. “She has a right to know me. She has a right to know the side of her family you ripped from her.”

You walk straight up to him to make sure he hears your next words. “You don’t know a thing about having things ripped from you Dean. You’re a fucking king, in a fucking palace, with everything at your disposal.”

“That’s not fair.”

You give him a simple sad smirk. “How’s Lisa?”

He doesn’t answer you. 

Opal walks in before the silence becomes unbearable, and you step back. She stops short, looking between you two with a curious but knowing gaze. “It started to get cold, and my jacket’s in here...Is everything okay?”

You don’t know if you have enough energy to lie to her. But it’s clear that Dean does.

“I was just asking your mother if you’d like to come back with me so we could get to know each other a little better.”

His lie catches you so off guard that you can’t respond. Opal stands stunned as well, and Dean tries to backtrack. “Opal, kid, you don’t have to--”

“YES!” She explodes in a squeal. “Oh my gosh, I have to pack all of my things, I need to tell my friends, I need to grab the ice cream cake--ah, what about school! You know what, fuck school--”

“Language!” You and Dean yell.

“When do we leave?”

Dean gives her a dazzling smile that matches hers exactly. “As soon as possible.”

“Okay, so tonight because I have a chemistry test in two days I haven’t studied for.” Immediately she skips out of the room, leaving you and Dean alone again.

“It’s the middle of the school year,” you bite. 

Dean meets you head on. “I’ll have her papers transferred and give her the best tutors I can afford.”

Your energy dissipates further than you can grasp it. You sink into the small futon to your right, disregarding your distance from Dean. You try with everything in you to have him not see you cry with your next words. “So I guess this is it right? You’re going to take her away from me, and ship her off to a better life that I would never give her. That I never could give her.” You give him the most honest look you can muster. “Was this what you wanted?”

“No,” he answers immediately. “Don’t you ever think for a second that I didn’t haul my ass over here to get you both to come back to--to go back with me.”

“I can’t just up and leave.”

“Oh yes you can.”

“I have work,  I have to pay rent--”

Dean plops down next to you with a sigh. “Opal isn’t very secretive about what’s going on in the letters she’s sent back and forth.”

You can only groan. “Outed by my own daughter.”

He laughs, pulling an unexpected one out of you as well. You both sit in silence, and you feel heavier.

Dean whispers his next words. “Come back with me. With us.” 

“I can’t,” you whisper back, and suddenly he feels too close.

“You can’t or you won’t.”

“You don’t understand--”

“Mom,” Opal squeaks out, having slipped into the room silently. She makes herself known, bounding up to both of you and kneeling before you, placing her chin on your lap. “You have to go. You gave me two requests for my birthday, do you remember? Anything within your jurisdiction.” Her eyes lock you in. “Come with us.”

You try to say no again. You really do. But as soon as you open your mouth, two identical pairs of infinitely green eyes pull you in, pleading. 

And so there’s only one right answer.

“Okay.”

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I promise y’all part four is already written, I just want to be one chapter ahead to give y’all what you deserve! Once part 5 is written, expect part 4! I promise it won’t take a whole ass year hahaa.

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