Synopsis: (Medieval AU) On your wedding night, nerves consume you as the weight of expectation looms—everyone awaits confirmation that the union has been consummated.
Tags: arranged marriage, traditional expectations of marriage, mild smut, allusion to virgin!reader, multiple orgasms for reader, none for mike :(, clit stimulation.
Word Count: 675
Requested: yes/no
Author’s Note: y'all i tried my best to make the dialogue sound as medieval as possible. Don't judge pls, English ain't even my first language.
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The great hall had been brimming with the scent of celebration, the echo of merriment ringing through the stone walls long into the night. Yet now, in the quiet of the royal chambers, it was just you and your new husband—King Michael, a man you had not even met before the grand ceremony that bound you together.
The weight of expectation pressed upon your chest. Every eye had been on you throughout the day, and now, even behind closed doors, you felt the eyes of the kingdom upon you. The consummation of the union was tradition, and you knew they waited, whispering, for proof of your duty.
Your cheeks burned as you glanced at him—regal, tall, his warm skin glowing in the dim candlelight. His presence was commanding, his every movement steeped in grace. You felt small under his gaze, shy and uncertain, your trembling hands clutching the edge of your gown.
“You need not tremble, my dear,” he said, his deep voice soothing, full of tenderness. He took a slow step toward you, his eyes gentle. “This night need not be a trial.”
You swallowed hard, glancing down. “I… I know what is expected, your Majesty,” you murmured. “I would not have them think I shirk my duty…”
Michael tilted his head, a soft smile gracing his lips. “And what care I for what they think? Our chambers are our own.”
He took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Do not fret,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Tonight shall be solely about you.”
Your breath hitched as he guided you to the edge of the bed. He did not tear at your gown or demand more than you could give. Instead, he knelt before you devotedly, his hands steady as they rested against your quivering thighs. His fingers moved with care, lifting the hem of your silken skirts, not in haste but in reverence.
“I shall not undress thee fully,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “This night is thine, my queen. Let me show thee tenderness.”
Your body tensed, but he only caressed your thighs, his thumb stroking softly. Slowly, he let his fingers trace their way to the most sensitive part of you. His touch was purposeful, yet impossibly gentle, circling your sensitive pearl until your breaths came faster and your voice broke into soft mewls.
“There,” he murmured, his tone like velvet. “Do not fight it. Let go for me, my beloved.”
The night passed not with the fulfillment of others’ expectations, but with his quiet worship of you. His fingers worked tirelessly, coaxing pleasure from you again and again, until your body trembled and your cries filled the chamber. He sought nothing in return, only watching your every reaction with a look of pure devotion.
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The morning light brought no relief to your anxiety. You could hardly bring yourself to leave the sanctuary of your chambers, your mind tormented by the thought of judgment. You had failed to do your duty—or so you thought.
Yet, as you stepped into the hall, you were met not with scorn or whispers, but warm smiles and respectful bows. Your ladies-in-waiting curtsied, their expressions almost conspiratorial.
You caught Michael’s eye across the room. He stood tall and composed, yet his dark brown eyes softened when they met yours. He approached, taking your hand as though no one else existed.
“How…?” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do they not know?”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your soft cheek. “What passes in our chamber is ours alone,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Let them believe what I want them to. It is no one’s business what a husband and his wife choose to share.”
Your heart swelled at his words, the shame you’d carried melting away in his warmth. His arm around your waist was as solid as his promise, and as he nuzzled closer, you felt, for the first time, the true safety of belonging to him.
Tales speak of a mysterious lad born into the life of a savage beast. His lack of a true origin story leads most to believe he was more bear than human, or some kind of unholy hybrid of the two. As his title suggests, The Warrior King was born with a wild and righteous spirit, and those crazy enough to follow him admired him and his ideals. They believed he would bring them a new way of life, and he would do anything to keep this promise.
[ Geoff ] [ Jack ] [ Gavin ] [ Michael ] [ Jeremy ]
Warnings: King Michael being super creepy, some big reveals, other complications
Ship: Sam x OFC
Rating : Explicit for series
A/N: back in the past.
“Ah, the Winchester knights!” King Michael said grandly as Sam and Dean walked into his private meeting hall. “I’m sorry I forbid you from attending your lady’s ceremony, but I needed to see you without distraction.”
“How can we help you, King Michael?” Sam asked trying to remain polite.
“That Lady of yours is something quite special,” The king mused. “First she claims that you are courting,” He said walking up to Dean. “Then she wants you married off to her lady in waiting. How unusual and quite the low blow to you.” He was standing behind Dean now and let himself touch Dean’s hair.
“Your majesty, sometimes-” Sam started to try and change the subject.
“Don’t you dare interrupt me!” Michael roared at the younger knight. He calmed and seemed to realize that he was touching Dean. “I’m thinking of taking Lady Julie for my bride. She is beautiful, and my chancellors have been uneasy that I have been unwed for so long.” Sam and Dean tensed at his words.
“She’s not a member of your kingdom,” Sam said through gritted teeth.
“Oh so you don’t want me to marry her,” Michael laughed unpleasantly. “Perhaps you should consider my offer, Dean. Just say yes, I’ll let the Lady Julie marry whoever she wants.”
“No,” Dean said firmly. Michael scowled.
“Perhaps we should go,” Sam said uneasily. He seemed to only now realize how dangerous it was for them to be here alone with Michael. All of their plans could be tossed out the window if they said the wrong thing.
“Think about my offer,” Michael said. “You have until the end of your honeymoon. Enjoy your wedding,” He sneered.
Those months passed far too quickly. Dean and Lisa were married by the end of the next week by Cardinal Crowley. News had reached King Michael’s kingdom that Sir John Winchester had died while on the hunt. And they still had no better plans to protect Dean from the king.
It was late in the evening when Cole came and offered to help Julie out of her corset. Lisa was still gone for her honeymoon, and Julie didn’t trust anyone else.
“My lady? Julie?!” Cole exclaimed as he ran across the room and caught her before she hit the ground. He carried her to her bed loosening her corset and checking her breathing. When he was certain she was alive, he went to the door of the apartment and ordered a squire to fetch Sir Robert.
“What happened?” Bobby asked when he came into the apartment and Cole led him to Julie’s room.
“She fainted out of nowhere after standing up. You don’t think she’s hexed do you?” Cole asked.
“I’m not sure, bring me so warm water and a cloth with a twig of sage.” Bobby sat in the chair of her room and felt her breath and heartbeat. “Lady Julie?” He called quietly as he cracked a vial of smelling salts under her nose. She pulled away quickly reeling from the abruptness of the smell.
“Bobby?” Julie asked as she took in her surroundings.
“What have you gotten yourself into, girl?” Bobby asked rubbing his face tiredly. “You fainted and about killed your guard with fright.”
“Oh God,” Julie stared wide-eyed at the floor.
“Is there something I should know?” Bobby asked going and locking the door before Cole had a chance to come back.
“I might be pregnant,” Julie whispered looking up at Bobby.
“I’m gonna kill that boy. I didn’t think you’d be such a fool as to use that key when I had it sent to you,” Bobby scoffed.
“I already had it off by the time I got the note from you,” Julie blushed hard. “So at least you can spare yourself any blame.”
“You can’t tell anyone. Not yet, not Dean, not Lisa, not Cole, not even Sam,” Bobby said seriously. “If they know it’ll change what they are going to do about this business with Michael. We aren’t ready for a change at this level. So keep quiet and keep yourself in check.” Julie nodded agreeing with the older man.
“I have one problem with your plan,” Julie said. “I have to tell Cole. He needs to protect me. He knows all of my secrets.”
“All of them?” Bobby asked begrudgingly. “If you think that is best, then that’s fine, but he can’t tell anyone else.” And with that Bobby left her apartment.
“You’re with child?” Cole asked trying to hide his hurt as he sat in her room. “I suppose I should have seen it coming, with how often you see Sam.”
“You can’t tell anyone, not even Sam,” Julie emphasized.
“I would never betray you like that,” Cole agreed, reaching out to take her hand. “Do you love him?”
“Yes,” Julie said with a soft smile.
“He’s a good man, and loves you,” Cole said before kneeling in front of Julie. I’ll keep you and your child safe, Milady.”
“Thank you,” Julie said standing and holding Cole’s head against her belly like a dotting mother. “I’ll take care of you to the full extent of my power.” It was a simple agreement but the weight of their words laid heavy on both of them.
“When do you think you’ll have the baby?” Cole asked standing as Julie sat back down.
“Not for a while I’m sure. I’ve only missed one cycle,” Julie said as she tried to remember with all the stress of coming to the northern kingdom.
“Two,” Cole corrected. “You’ve missed at least two.” She looked at him speculatively as he seemed to keep better track of such things than her.
“Go bribe that squire so he doesn’t tell everyone that Sir Singer was here.” Julie teased as she graced him with a small smile before laying down.
Michael collapsed onto the chair as he rubbed at his eyes to try to cease the throbbing of his head. His free hand reached out to grab onto his father’s, the cold skin making his heart heavy. There was a soft knock on the door and Michael sat up straighter as he tried to clear his throat around the lump that sat there. “Come in,” he said, wincing at the way his voice sounded. The door opened a little and Jeremy poked his head in. Michael motioned for him to come in and he did so, closing the door behind him.
“Any better?” He asked as he shuffled his weight back and forth on his feet. Michael merely shook his head and Jeremy’s shoulders dropped. “We’ve sent word for the finest physician around. She should be here the day after tomorrow, they say.”
“What of the people?” Michael asked, looking up to meet Jeremy’s gaze. “What are they saying?” Jeremy’s eyes darted from the prince to the king and then back before finally answering.
“Poison,” he blurted out. Michael closed his eyes as he shook his head. He took in a deep breath and leaned back in his chair.
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"Geoff, are you sure about this?" Jack questioned, sitting straight in his chair. Geoff glanced over to him from where he sat at the head of the table, crown shining in the light from the fire, before his attention went back to the other man.
Jack scowled at the man leaning against the door and shrouded in shadows; Ryan always did like his theatrics.
Ryan stepped forward into the light and bowed low before standing up and taking his leave. Jack pursed his lips as the door clicked shut with the final sounds of retreating footsteps. "I hope you know what you're doing," he sighed, looking back to King Geoff. Geoff stared at the door for a moment longer before he stood. The chair scraped against the floor and Jack scrambled to stand up as well.
"I don't," the king said as he strode past the table to the doorway. "I just hope it ends in our favor." He looked over his shoulder as he spoke and Jack lowered his gaze to the discarded papers on the table.
"Your Grace," he got out just before the door shut once more, leaving him alone in the miserable chamber. He plucked up the nearest piece of paper and sighed at the message it held.
War was coming and they'd just struck the first blow.
The warrior from the mountains - they say he was raised by bears.
There are SO MANY awesome Kings AU designs floating around the fandom, I just had to try my hand at a few. Part of a bigger series of pictures that I’ll be slowly posting as I finish ‘em :3
King Michael | King Ray | King Geoff | King Gavin | King Jack | King Ryan
King Michael having a harem filled with the most beautiful men and woman in the land, but ignoring them all in favor of the bastard son of one of his knights.
As a bastard, Adam has no rights, no standing. Michael cannot marry him and he cannot make him a member of his harem. The harem is a political power house, a place where the sons and daughters of lesser families fight to gain power over the kingdom and carry Michael's heirs. There would be an outcry if Michael elevated Adam to the position of his favorite.
The only thing Michael can do is love Adam in secret, and attempt to change the laws surrounding bastards in public.
