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The King’s Blessing Masterlist

Prince Dean and Y/N have been betrothed since birth. Desperately in love, neither can wait to make it official once Y/N finally becomes a wo

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[smallestchances]

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

Masterlist

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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[diminuel]

A tale of a Prince and a nightgown

I saw an interesting sheer nightgown and decided that Dean could have it this time instead of always making Cas my model.

(Some more doodling inspired by Expectations which you can read here.)

[jayankles]

The Perfect Pair - Part 6

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 644

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, language, smut, knotting

Summary: You’re supposed to marry the Prince, Dean Winchester, but you are opposed. You wanted to marry for love but those are simply not your duties, you need to do this for your family, for you kingdom, you have no other choice. But will you end up even remotely liking the stern faced, womanizing Prince?

Written For @spnabobingo​ 

Square Filled: Knotting

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“Good morning, Princess.” Dean mumbled sleepily, his eyes fluttering open. A soft smile on his face as his morning wood nudged against your leg. “I can smell you.”

You kissed the top of his head before Dean brushed his nose against yours, his lips pressing to yours softly and before you knew it, you were on your back.

“Alpha, how long have you been thinking about me, huh? Can feel you, so hard.” You gasped as he pushed his hips against yours. 

Dean hovered over you, his strong musk filling your senses when he dipped his head into your neck, rutting against you. But then your cramps fight against your stomach, kicking you down once more, your heat dominating all your other emotions. Now more than ever you were horny, you were sweating just at the press of his tongue against your neck.

“Please, Alpha. I need your cock. Need you to knot me and fill me up with your pups.” You pant, rubbing your hand over his shoulders and down his arms. Your hands flew to the waistband of his pajama pants, loosening them before you drag them down his thick thighs. He followed your actions, pulling your nightgown up to your hips, your slick already coating your panties.

As much as you love it when Dean eats your pussy, you need him inside of you. He can smell your frustration, mixed with your desire to have him knot you. He removes your panties, he doesn’t want anything in the way when he fucks you.

“Omega, so wet for me.” He hums, finger slipping through your folds as he brings your panties to his nose and inhales your sweet scent.

You nod with a whimper, unable to say anything as you bite down on your bottom lips, trying to keep quiet. Dean takes his cock in his hands, rubbing the tip over your folds before he drags the tips through them. Swiftly, he finds your opening and lines himself up, slowly pushing into your core. Crying out, he fills you to the hilt. He falls on top of you, his tongue licking over the mark on your neck and scraping his teeth against the mark he gave you. Dean hips thrust into yours, going deeper with every pump of them. You pull your Alpha close to your body, threading your finger through his bed head. His breaths drive you crazy as he fucks into you, you feel his knot swell within your core, stretching you out but locking into you. He wants to fill you with his pups, wants to see you big and round every day up the day his babies are born.

His pace quickens, every drag of his knot against your inner walls makes you wince. Your slick makes it easy for him to slide in and out but you still feel the sting his cock creates. 

“Alpha, I’m gonna come.” You pant, hiking your leg up and over the back of Dean’s thigh. “Dean, I’m so close.”

Suddenly, Dean was underneath you, thumb pressing to your throbbing clit, watching you grind on him. His knot locks inside of you and with a few thrusts of his hips, he spurts his come inside of your pussy, you’re not far behind him, riding out the waves of your orgasm until you were all fucked out. You collapsed on top of him, his knot still holding himself inside of you, making sure your greedy cunt swallowed every drop of his seed.

“You look so beautiful when you’re on top of me, stuffed with my cock. D’you want breakfast or do you want to go for another round?” Dean smirks, rolling onto his side and taking you with him. You wait for a rough kiss but it’s exactly the opposite when his knuckles softly run over your cheeks “I can go for either.”

[cas-lost-grace]

B - Destiel, please

B. Under cover of darkness. 

Medieval!AU with Prince!Dean because there´s never enough of that :)

Dean waitsuntil the castle turns entirely quiet before he crawls out of his bed. Thebright moon gives off enough light for him to get dressed. He walks quietly tothe adjacent room where his page sleeps. He stops in the doorway, givinghimself the treat of watching Castiel’s sleeping face for a moment before hesteps closer and puts his hand on the young man’s shoulder.

Castiel startles awake and Dean has to press his palmagainst his mouth to stifle his cry.

“Shh, it’s me,” he whispers. When he seesrecognition in Castiel’s eyes, he draws his hand back.

“Dean! What’s going on?” Castiel asks andlooks around. “Are you in danger?”

“No. I’m okay. Get up and get dressed.”

Castiel frowns, but he sits up on his bed, rubbing athis eyes.

“Are you not telling me what’s happening?”

“We are going out,” Dean says as he opensthe wooden chest with Castiel’s clothes and starts rummaging through it.

“Out? It’s the middle of the night.”

“I know. I want to show you something.” Deanthrows Cas a shirt. Cas grumbles something incoherent as he puts it on, then hegets up and pushes Dean away so he can reach into the chest himself.

“We have a history lecture in the morning,”he protests as he puts on a girdle.

“Yeah, it means we can catch some sleep duringthe lecture. Come on.”

Castiel grumbles again, but in a few moments, he’sready to follow Dean out of the chamber and down the dark halls.

“Dean, where exactly are we going?” Castiel asks again when theystep out into the inner yard.

“Out. I told you already.”

“Out of the damned castle?” Cas groans. “We’re going to get introuble.”

“I’m the prince, I can’t get into trouble,”Dean grins at him over his shoulder. Castiel rolls his eyes.

“But I’m not.”

“You have me.“ 

It takes them a while to get to the outer gate.Castiel comes to a halt when he sees the dark silhouette of a guard.

"There’s no way we can get through the gate,Dean. You must have lost your mind.”

“Don’t worry. Just trust me,” Dean whispersand grabs Castiel’s hand. Cas stumbles after him.

“Hello, Bobby,” Dean says when the guardturns towards them.

“Your highness,” the old guard gives him asmall bow.

Grinning, Dean tugs at Cas’ hand as he walks even closer.He leans toward the guard and whispers something into his ear so Castieldoesn’t hear it. Bobby smiles and nods, then he opens the small door in thegate meant for the guards.

“Thank you,” Dean almost squeals, lookingvery boyish in his joy.

“Don’t be too long. Whistle when you arrive so Iknow it’s you.”

“Sure. Come on, Cas.” He drags hisbewildered friend out of the gate. 

“What was that about?” Castiel asks.

“Bobby has a sweetheart in the kitchens. Idelivered a message from her.”

Cas huffs out a laugh. “The prince playing amessenger for his servants.”

“It was worth it,” Dean says and squeezesCastiel’s hand a little. Warmth spreads through Castiel’s chest as he squeezesback.

They arrive at the edge of a grove near the castle.Dean sits on the ground and pets the grass next to him.

Castiel sits down. “I still don’t understandwhat-”

“Shh, look,” Dean cuts him off and points atthe starry sky.

Castiel almost misses it but with the corner of hiseye, he sees the bright stripe on the sky. There for a moment and gone just asfast.

He turns his head to look at the sky properly just tosee another one. As bright as the moon, like a brushstroke over the dark canvasof the sky.

“Oh,” he breathes out.

“Beautiful, right?”

Castiel looks at Dean, at his face lit by the moon,his eyes bright with glee.

“Yes, beautiful,” he sighs.

Dean grins and lies on his back. Castiel follows suit.

“How did you know about it?” Castiel asks.

“Sometimes I actually listen when people aretalking. Even people like my dad´s astronomer,” he says and gasps a littleat another shooting star. Castiel doesn’t see it, because his eyes are fixed onDean’s face.

“You know, they say you can wish forsomething,” Dean says, voice soft. Not many people know him like this -quiet and soft, but that’s how Castiel likes him the best.

“What did you wish for?” Cas asks. They arekeeping their voices low even though there’s no one to hear.

Dean turns his head, but he just looks Cas in the eyesfor a long moment. Then he reaches for Castiel’s hand lying in the grassbetween them and intertwines their fingers.

“I wished you would always be by my side likethis.”

Castiel’s heart skips a beat. 

“Dean, of course, I’m going to be by your side.I’m ready to serve as your squire for the rest of my life if you’ll have me.”

Dean closes his eyes and nods. He looks sombersuddenly.

“I know, but… I didn’t mean out of duty.”

“Dean!” Cas raises his voice and squeezesDean’s hand, agitated by Dean’s saddened tone. Dean looks at him.

“Of course it’s not out of duty. I would chooseto be by your side in any case, every day, my whole life. You know I love you,Dean.”

Dean’s eyes widen, his lips part. “Cas,” hebreathes out as he pushes himself up on his elbow. He cups Castiel’s cheekgently with his free hand, then leans down.

His lips are just a breath away from Castiel’s when Castiel places his hand onDean’s chest to stop him.

“Oh,” Dean sighs, the light in his eyesdying. “You didn’t mean love like that.”

He lies back down and turns his head away. His handslips out of Castiel’s.

Castiel stares at the dark sky. He sees a shootingstar and wishes for Dean to be happy.

“You are a prince,” he breaks the heavysilence after a moment.

Dean looks at him from the corner of his eye.“And?”

“That’s it, Dean. You’re a prince. You’re goingto be a king.” His chest hurts as he says it. As he thinks of what can’tbe.

Dean rolls on his side to face him.

“And you will be my squire. My closest man. Wecan be together and no one would mind.”

Castiel shakes his head.

“You will have to get married one day. You willhave your queen.” And his relationship with Castiel would be just asecret they would have to guard, reduced to intimacy squeezed into momentswhere nobody’s around, tender moments like this under cover of darkness.

Dean pouts. “Maybe not. I might die on thebattlefield before that.”

Frowning, Castiel swats at Dean’s chest with the backof his hand. “I don’t want you to die in a battle!”

Dean smiles sadly. “I wouldn’t mind as long asit’s with you by my side.”

Dean-“ Castiel heaves sighs and sits up.He looks down at Dean. He’s beautiful. Castiel does love him, in all wayspossible.

"Queenwouldn´t follow me on a battlefield,“ Dean whispers distantly, then he looks atCastiel with a flame of defiance in his eyes.

"Idon´t want a queen. I want you. I can trust you, I can laugh with you and Ithought we could also-”  he trailsoff, blushing a little. Then he heaves a deep breath to gather his strengthbefore he sits up and looks Castiel in the eyes. “You are the only one Iwant.“

"I wantyou too,” Cas says and finally closes the distance between them.

They kissunder the shooting stars until the sky gets light and the sun rises.

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[rauko-is-a-free-elf]

DCBB 2019 - Rapunzel, Rapunzel

You guys...I’m so excited to finally be able to share this with you. This story by @diminuel​ is fantastic. I hope the art isn’t too bad either. 

Fic: Rapunzel, Rapunzel (AO3 link)

Author: @diminuel​

Artist: @rauko-is-a-free-elf​ (me, lol)

Summary: Once upon a time a scribe stole magical salad out of a witch's garden, setting Cas on a rather unfortunate journey. Having spent years doing the bloody work for a witch, he vowed to never do another act of black magic. After consequently failing to follow an order issued by Queen Mary, Castiel is banished to a lonely tower. But Mary has her own secrets and as retribution for a deal she made, her younger son is cursed. Seeing no other choice, she takes him to Castiel to be locked away, an order he doesn't plan on following. 18 years later Prince Dean shows up at the tower expecting to save his brother from an evil witch. Sam however snuck out on an adventure, leaving Dean to team up with Cas to find Sam before dark forces manage to use him for evil. A spin on the fairy tale of Rapunzel.

Tags: 

Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Rapunzel Elements, Witch Castiel, Prince Dean Winchester, Cursed Sam Winchester, Parent Castiel, Banishment, Deals With Witches, Difficult Decisions, Light Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Rowena wants to sell Sam on the Goblin Market, Cas just wants to be a good parent, Lonely Castiel, Unhelpful Gabriel, sharing a horse, Flirty Dean, Happy Ending, Very very temporary major character death

[gabedemon]

"Ah, yes! A room and bath would be excellent!" Dean exclaimed.

His voice was almost robotic, and Castiel shook his head and cringed silently. It was Dean's idea to spend a night in the Wild West, but of course he never studied the culture outside of movies that were thousands of years old. Still, Dean confidently took the lead and Castiel followed along, tasked with looking after the prince and his newest venture.

When they got to their room, Dean looked around and frowned. Castiel leaned back, watching him look as he enjoyed seeing the young prince squirm.

"Where's the bathroom?" Dean asked after a short while.

"The baths are down the hall. The toilet is outside." Castiel informed him, albeit a little smugly.

"What?"

Dean fully stopped and turned around to look at Castiel. His eyes were wide, and his jaw was slack with surprise. Castiel chuckled and crossed the room and put his hand on Dean's chest and started pushing him back towards one of the beds.

"And in the morning, we'll have to wake up before dawn if you want to see anything be done before it gets hot out."

"Wait…"

Castiel got in closer, noses almost touching as he continued pushing.

"And we'll have to be careful of coyotes."

"Coyotes?"

"Mmm. The townsfolk will be distrustful of strangers so it might be difficult to find a horse. Do you remember your riding lessons?"

"What? Of course I do! I'm better than you."

Castiel chuckled and pushed Dean back onto the bed and straddled him before he tenderly kissed him.

"Well then giddy up, cowboy."

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[scenteddean]

Prince Dean Winchester because I love him in every way and universe