#prince!sam

[angel-shaw]

I can’t belive I haven’t finished it yet but I promise Prince!Sam/Knight!Darlin au is coming 😭😭😭😭

[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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[thatmexisaurusrex]

My SamBucky Fantasy AU Masterlist

So, I've been thinking about posting a series of masterlists for a while, since I've sort of been accruing a variety of fics lately, so I thought I'd start with my SamBucky Fantasy AUs 🥰

So, HERE IS THE LIST, BY LENGTH:

1) Golden is the Sun (M, 41,221) - "Sam has seven days to find a spouse out of hundreds of suitors before he becomes king. He has no clue how he's going to choose a spouse, let alone run a city-state. But at least he's not the biggest mess at this week-long event. That title goes to the very entertaining James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes."

Golden is the Sun is the beginning of my "If We Are Celestial Bodies" series and just a really fun story filled with elaborate outfits and sublime forces of nature, all wrapped up in a subversion of the Arranged Marriage AU. Some might even call it a Democracy AU 😂

It's sequel, Vibrant is the Moon, is a touch more serious in tone, but is also great, and the series also has a retelling of one of the folktales I made for it called "The Merman and the Baker" as well as a series of ongoing side stories that didn't fit within the piece called "Orbiting Satellites". It really is a fun universe 🥰

2) His Wingless Angel (M, 21,714) - "Sam Wilson found the most peculiar thing in the forest under his floating city: a wingless man."

His Wingless angel is an expansion of a ficlet I wrote for SamBucky Halloween 2021 called "The Wingless Stranger". It's a blend of retro future ideas and Hayao Miyazaki fantasy that tells the story of 1940s Bucky falling into a different universe rather than being captured by HYDRA and how his relationship with Sam grows as he stays in that world.

It's a sweet, wondrous tale about a man learning how to live in a new land and two people falling in love.

3) Passing Through (M, 1,381) - Mysterious Conjurer Bucky washes up on the shore of Sam's home island of Delacroix. Sam realizes what he's been missing in his life - adventure - and decides to go with Bucky and his ominous friend Steve to face off with dark forces threatening the world.

I'm planning on expanding this one at some point into a full-on piece, possibly calling the expansion "The Alchemist Coast", but Passing Through was originally created for the Samtember 2021 event going on under the prompt "Fireflies".

It's a short ficlet filled with mystery, magic, and slice of life moments.

4) Oh, Siren Song (M, 1,179) - The tale of Siren!Sam encountering Pirate!Bucky.

This one I'm definitely thinking about expanding into something a little longer, maybe just a miniseries, but it was also created for the Samtember 2021 event under the prompt "wings" since older myths involving sirens described them as birdlike and with wings.

It's a fun, little goofy story, that ends on a sweet note 🥰

I'll probably do an updated version of this at some point, but these are all my Fantasy AUs thus far! I hope you enjoy them! 🥰

[chaosdraws]

A very princely commission for @/mlmrogers!

Who better for Prince Charming than Sam Wilson!

[thatwinchesterfever]

Once Upon A... Whatever (Part 4)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Female)

Summary: Cinderella AU The Reader is a peasant, always getting into trouble on the streets of Lawrence. The Captain of the King’s Guard has had enough of her ways and forces her to work in the castle for the royal family, the Winchesters. The Reader reluctantly agrees to work in the palace despite her dislike for the royals. Little does she know how much of a ride she’s in for, when she mistakenly bitches out the green-eyed Prince, Dean.

Word Count: 2,176

Warning: Language

Author’s Note:  After taking a break for a few years, I’m happy to finally put out Part 4 of this series. Thank you to the people who have been waiting for this!  We finally get to meet our other lovely Winchester, Prince Sam. Enjoy :) Leave me comments, honest opinions, and a thumbs up if you like anything you read :)

Check out Part 3 here if you haven’t read it already!

Working in the palace was… strange. You had only been working there for 3 weeks now and your original thoughts about the place were completely wrong.

You thought everyone who worked in the castle would have something stuck up their ass entirely. That was before you met Ash, the royal family’s chef, who let you try all his new kitchen creations like nachos or french fries. It was also before you met the actual stable boy, Garth, who taught you the best places in the castle to take a quick nap or the different flowers that grew in the royal garden. Ms. Ellen let you take leftover food at the end of the day to 66 Seals. Jo listened to your constant bitching about Lilith and treated you like the sister she never had.

And Bobby was just… Awesome. He was always grumpy, swore like a seaman and knew a little bit of everything like a fucking library. He ran the entire castle without breaking a sweat and was the only person who bossed the royal family around.

The royal family was also another thing you seemed to get a few things wrong about. You always grew up thinking the Winchesters would be this civilized, put together family, that fit the portraits Charlie obsessed over… The Winchesters were a complete shit show just like every other family.

They swore, they argued, and drank as much as every poor bastard in Lawrence, if not more. And on a more ridiculous scale.

After your first day cleaning the throne room, the King was apparently mildly impressed. According to Bobby’s words, the thrones for once weren't polished like an idijit had done it. From then on, you were permanently assigned to clean the throne room every damn day. And every damn day you would get a taste of who the real Winchesters were.

The King was still scary as hell. That much didn't change. But the man had a way of charming the pants off of someone when a diplomatic guest came to seek help from the kingdom. Those were the rare times you would see him muster up a smile.

He also had a hell of a way parenting when it came to his two sons. Especially the younger one, Prince Samuel.

Samuel Winchester was the poorest excuse of a royal you’ve ever seen. And boy, did it make the King mad.

“Sam, your brother’s busy meeting with Lady Abbaddon today. Take his place with Bobby and attend the strategy meeting.”

“With all due respect Father, I wish to decline,”

The King’s eyes hardened. “You don't really have a choice to decline. It's your duty whether you like it or not.”

“It is my duty to attend a meeting on how to conquer and take control of more land that isn't ours to begin with? Sounds like a hell of a duty.”

“You watch your mouth, boy. Now you will do as I say or you can walk through those doors and never come back,”

Prince Samuel and the King’s fights always ended the same way. Prince Samuel storming off, pissed, and the King taking a small break from his throne room duties to cool off.

You never once talked to Prince Samuel since you’d been working there. But you were sure about one thing. Prince Samuel disliked royalty just as much as you did. Unlike Prince Dean.

Prince Dean was the perfect fit for a King. Dished out orders and listened to them when he needed to. He was a troublemaker, but he never disobeyed a direct order from the King. An exemplary heir to the throne.

God, you hated him. You never wanted to throw dirty bucket water on someone so much before… Besides Lilith, Meg, and Bela of course. But he was a bona-fide asshole.

Especially after that first week when you realized Prince Dean was the same person in the hallway you called an ass.

You were silent the whole way, walking out of the throne room. Once you were finally out in the hallway, the door slammed shut and the Prince just stared at you. With a grin.

You began fidgeting in your place and finally spoke.

“Your Highness wanted me to clean your...uh… shoes?”

“You may,” The Prince said with a smirk and a nod.

You clutched the end of your rag tightly and began to slowly sink to the floor. It was downright humiliating to clean someone else’s shoes. Much less a douchebag Prince.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” You answered softly.

“Y/N?” The Prince repeated.

“Yes,”

“A simple name for someone who's so much trouble,” You stayed silent. If this were the streets of Lawrence, he would have gotten a swift kick to the balls already.

The rag touched Prince Dean’s shoes and he let out a slow chuckle while you began to polish.

“Where’s that feistiness from earlier, Y/N?”  You didn't respond. You continued to clean, just like Mrs. Ellen taught you. Circles.

“You know, I think I liked you better talking. You’re not going to say anything now?”

“If you don't want to talk, I can just make you talk… One way or another,” You paused polishing his shoes and rose to your feet slowly. You gave the Prince a wry smile.

“Good luck with that, Asshole.” You picked up your bucket and began walking towards the kitchen again. You needed way more cleaning supplies to finish up the throne room.

“I know your type,” Prince Dean echoed down the hallway for you to hear. “You'll blow up with the right amount of pushing.” He said chuckling at the end.

That laugh had been etched into your brain ever since then. And true to his words, Prince Dean was pushing and testing your patience to the limit.

“Say Mrs. Ellen, would you please send Y/N over to fill my cup of wine. It seems to be empty,”

“You wouldn't mind polishing my set of armor, huh Princess? It's seen better days… Can't say the same for you though,”

“Could you grab those volumes of scrolls for me on the top shelf? Try not to fall from the ladder though, Sweetheart. I need you to sort out the shelves next.”

Charlie thought it was cute though. Funny even.

“You're totally one of his favorite maids in the palace. He might even have a crush on you,” She said giggling.

But other than Prince Dean, the palace wasn't so awful to work in. Especially when you got to clean the library like you were doing right now.

The palace library was incredible. Books upon books pouring out of the shelves. Some of them looked brand new, never opened before and some looked older than the palace itself.

Those were your favorites. They were priceless antiques. And they reminded you of your parents.

You never knew who you would run into when cleaning the library. Sometimes it would be Bobby with a mountain of scrolls and books stacked sky high, murmuring “Balls” to himself every so often. And sometimes it would be Prince Dean fondling the dress of a giggling maid while “practicing” his studies.

Today, it was Prince Samuel.

“Exorcizamos te, omnis immundos spiritos, omnis satanica potestas,” The Prince recited slowly.

You shook your head. He'd been practicing the same chant since you started cleaning the library. You were more than halfway done now. The guy was a perfectionist when it came to his studies. But his Latin needed a little bit of help.

You really should've held your tongue seeing as how your mouth got you in trouble the first time with the older Prince. But some of the pronunciation was cringeworthy. The words spilled from your mouth all too quickly.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” You spoke aloud.

You watched the Prince jump in surprise and spin around from his study desk. His mouth opened up in a weird O-shape.

“Hi, I um, I didn’t see you there.” He said scratching his head. He began to ramble. “Well I did but I sort of forgot since you were cleaning so quietly… What did you just say?”

You grinned at his awkwardness. You held your feather duster in one hand while still grabbing the ladder you were using to clean the shelves.

“I said Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. You’re turning the “u” into an “o”. Your Latin would be perfect otherwise,”

The Prince wrinkled his nose. “Is that why it's been sounding off?” You nodded.

“‘Fraid so,”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” He enunciated slowly.

“Exactly,” You said jumping off the ladder. You walked over to the book in front of him. Your fingers lightly skimmed the page and you pointed.

“Also this word right here, omnis, watch how you say it because it's starting to sound like omnos. And if you screw up omnis, you're screwing yourself. It's in like every Latin book you read,”

“Well, um, thank you.” The younger Prince nodded to you, with a look of slight disbelief.

“You’re welcome, your Highness.” You said with a curtsy before turning to clean some more.

“Wait!” The Prince shouted abruptly. You spun back around with surprised eyes. The Prince was now standing up from his desk.

You never realized how tall the guy was until now, standing right in front of him. But he was a freaking giant. And Charlie was right. The Prince was beautiful.

“Yes, your Highness?” You said, your head slightly bowed.

“Don’t call me that,” Prince Samuel said quickly before you could finish your sentence. “I mean, I'm not your Highness or anything like that. I'm just Samuel. Well, Sam.”

You smiled and stuck your hand out. “Great, cause I'm just Y/N,”

Sam looked at your hand for a second before grabbing it. His eyes flit to your face for a brief second, slightly squinting, before realization dawned on him.

“You’re the new cleaning staff,” He said knowingly.

You shrugged. “Well one would assume that since we've never officially met before,”

“No, I mean you're the new girl that Dean keeps mentioning,”

You groaned. “Are you gonna hate me now and make my life miserable too?”

Sam let out a laugh and shook his head. “No, I think it's great he can't get to you. It pisses him off that you're not reacting,”

“I'm glad my plan actually is semi-working then… Notice I say semi. Your brother is going to get me fired, I can feel it in my bones.” You said sighing.

Sam grinned and began packing up his books on the table.

“I apologize for whatever my dickish brother has put you through but I promise you he's not trying to get you fired.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right,”

“No honestly. I think he’s just bored.” Sam said matter-of-factly.

“Hell of a way to alleviate your boredom.” You scoffed.

Sam held up his hands in defense. “Again, not sticking up in any way for my brother but we're stuck in this palace 24/7. And the only time we get out and leave these walls, we’re on royal business.”

You crinkled your nose. “I don't understand. I thought you guys had money, could basically do whatever you want.”

Sam gave a humorless laugh. “You think if I could do whatever I wanted, I would be here studying Latin?”

“Well, why are you here studying Latin? A weird dark spell? In Latin at that…” You said recalling the words.

“It's an exorcism. We're suppose to get a well rounded education on Dark Magic if we were ever to encounter it here in the palace or on the battlefield.” Sam explained.

“Battlefield? Battlefield for what? Lawrence hasn't had a war in at least 20 or 30 years.”

Sam shrugged. “Always good to be prepared I guess… How do you know so much about my studies? Especially Latin? I mean not to say that the average commoner doesn't kno-”

You waved him off. “My parents taught me. They were antiquers.” You smiled at the memory. “Had a lot of books... My friend Charlie is also a huge nerd.”

“Well that makes two of us. I don't actually hate my studies. It's just frustrating sometimes when my professor runs off,” Sam said with a frustrated sigh.

“What do you mean by runs off?” You said with a furrowed eyebrow.

“I-” Sam’s words were cut off by the sound of the library door being swung open and giggles being heard. Sam rolled his eyes. “That's what I mean,”

You turned around and saw Prince Dean whispering in a woman’s ear while she giggled loudly in the quiet library. You actually recognized the woman as one of the Winchester’s instructors, now that you looked more closely.

Prince Dean suddenly locked eyes with you.

“I see you've met the finest hands in all of Lawrence, Sammy.”

“And I see you’ve brought back our instructor. No thanks to the two of you, I actually learned something today,” The instructor finally had the nerve to look ashamed for once and Sam suddenly had a wide smile plastered on his face.

“Mistress Hurley,” Sam said taking a step towards her. “Seeing as how your other side tasks have taken priority over our lessons, I'm happy to relieve you of your duties as instructor.”

The poor girl’s eyes widened in seconds. “But, your Ma-” She stuttered.

“You are dismissed, Mistress Hurley.” Sam spoke over her. You slightly flinched. Getting fired by a Prince was even worse in person than your imagination. You felt for her… Only somewhat.

Mistress Hurley’s bottom lip began to quiver. “I apologize, your Highness.” She said bowing before running out of the library. If you listened closely enough, you could hear a high-pitched whimpering sound outside of the door. You honestly didn’t think Sam had it in him to fire her so coldly. 

“Dammit, Sammy. What the hell?” Prince Dean spat, fist clenched at his side.

Sam sighed. “Dean, the whole point of having an instructor is so we can learn something. Not for you to sleep with them.”

“Yeah, and the whole point of having a maid is for her to clean. Not to slack and spend time with you.” He said whipping his head towards you. “How about I dismiss her?”

Sam didn’t seem threatened at all. Almost like this was a regularly occurring thing he had to go through.

“You do that Dean and I’ll just rehire her. Plus, what would Father say about you firing the best throne maiden he’s had in years?”

Your eyes widened at that. Best in years? Surely Sam was overexaggerating to push Prince Dean more into a corner.

Prince Dean’s mouth slowly formed into a straight line.

“Hope she’s worth sticking your neck out for, Sammy.” Dean said with hardened eyes.

“You know, I think she is.” Sam said with a light smile.

Dean gave you one last glare before storming out of the library and slamming the door shut. You stood there speechless while Sam laughed.

“Yeah, he's got it bad for you.”

You took your feather duster and whacked Sam in the arm with it.

“Shut up, it's not funny! He almost fired my ass.” You took in a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Did you just hit me with a feather duster?”

“Yes, and I'll do it again if you try and pull something like that again. I can't afford to lose this job.” You said waving the feather duster at Sam, menacingly.

“Dean’s not going to fire you or else he would have done it already.” Sam said plopping back down at the table.

“Coming from the guy who just fired their school instructor.” You said pointedly.

“Mistress Hurley hasn't been doing her job for months now… Dean isn't the only one who she's been “teaching” Latin to…”

“You're kidding. Prince Samuel, I didn't peg you for the type of Prince to do such naughty things.” You said with an exaggerated gasp.

“No, not me! I wouldn't- I don't -” He stumbled, very flustered.

“I’m just kidding. I wanted to see if Prince's actually blush or not.” You grinned.

Sam groaned. “You're going to be a handful, aren't you?”

“You have no idea.”

[atc74]

Bella Fioritura (2)

Square(s) Filled: Prince!Sam for @spnaubingo and A/B/O for @spnfluffbingo

Rating: General

Tags: Fluff, scenting

Summary: Y/N is a florist and loves her job, but is beyond busy planning arrangements for the upcoming royal wedding. When the Prince storms into his shop, the unimaginable happens. 

Pairing: Prince!Sam x Reader

Word Count: ~1360

Written for: @spnaubingo and @spnfluffbingo

A/N: This is my first attempt at A/B/O. I decided to just get my toes wet with a little scenting. Your feedback will determine if I ever try it again. 

The Prince hopped in his fancy sports car, and sped toward town. Sam came to a screeching halt in the middle of the village. People stopped and stared as he exited his car, the normally bustling area now quiet as their attention turned toward Sam. Not only was he the Prince, but a commanding Alpha as he stood there, breathing heavily through his nose before he continued to the store in front of him. If his mother wouldn’t stop it, he sure as hell was going to.

“I need to speak to the owner!” Sam demanded as he entered the shop. The scent of the flowers was overpowering, but he smelled something else, something he couldn’t place, but knew it didn’t belong in a flower shop. It was citrus and sweet, even a little spicy, like cinnamon. He followed the scent through the shop.

“Hello! I’m over here,” a feminine voice called out as he saw a delicate hand waving in the air. He continued toward the counter filled with more flowers than he had ever seen before. “I’m Y/N, the owner, how may I help you today?” She was moving the vases so she could speak face to face with her customer when it hit her: warm spring rain and sandalwood. It was subtle and with all the blooms, it would easily be missed by anyone else. She took a breath, inhaling deeply through her nose as she adjusted the crystal in front of her to see the man towering above her.

Y/N had only heard rumors when her parents told her stories of true mates. The way she understood it, scenting had become a custom in the old country where she came from, but it was not practiced in Beldovia, where arranged marriages were still customary in this day and age. Y/N didn’t know what was happening, but she knew what she felt. This man was her mate. She opened her eyes and the gaze she met made the flowers in her shop look like weeds, the color and depth so beautiful, she felt like she was swimming in them.

“You…” they both spoke at the same time, leaning forward and breathing each other in.

“Your Highness, I’m so sorry,” Y/N curtsied and bowed her head in embarrassment.

“Please...no. That really...it’s not necessary, Y/N,” the Prince stammered. “You smell...it’s wonderful...and comforting. You-you’re my... Omega.”

“Alpha,” she answered his call as she stepped out from behind the counter, the task long forgotten. The man she called Alpha was betrothed to be married in two days. The flowers filling her shop were for his wedding. “You’re getting married on Saturday…”

“I will not marry that woman. I called it off, that is why I came here today. My mother thinks I am being unreasonable, but now...You’re the one I can see clearly for the first time in my life. You’re what I’ve been missing and now I know I’m not wrong.” Prince Sam spoke with clarity and determination as he took another step.

“But what about the royal policies? The law says you have to marry a princess,” she stated.

“I don’t care about what the law says. Please come with me, meet my mother. I’ll tell her and make her see we are meant to be together,” Sam pleaded with her, taking her soft hand in his. His nostrils flared as she moved closer to him.

“I am just a florist, Sam. I don’t belong in a palace…” Y/N’s voice trailed off as she gazed up at him.

“Maybe not, but you do belong with me,” Sam replied, his voice so sure and strong. He wrapped his long, strong arms around her, pulling her to him and their faces nuzzled in each other’s necks, breathing in the other’s scent, feeling like they were finally home.

~*~

“Samuel, what is the meaning of this? You know the law will not support such a union!” Queen Mary was exasperated by her youngest son, but she knew her both her son’s true feelings about the law.

“Maybe it’s time you change the law Mother. You are Queen, after all. What good is the power if you don’t use it for change?” Sam challenged her, Y/N’s hand still gripped tightly in his.

Mary stared at the young couple in front of her. After the disaster Bella left in her wake when the Queen asked her and her entourage to leave the realm, Mary didn’t know what else to do. “I will speak with the advisors. Please take Y/N home and we will speak more at dinner.”

“No, Mother. She is my Omega, my true mate. We have already scented each other, Mother. It’s real. You can make the changes or lose another son because of it,” Sam turned and left the room, Y/N by his side as he lead her through the palace to his sitting chamber.

“Sam, this will cause problems with your family. I don’t want to come between you and your mother,” Y/N spoke quietly as they sat.

“Do you not want me, Omega?” he whispered, his eyes shining.

“Of course I do, Alpha. But I can’t imagine not having my family by side and I don’t want to be the cause of that for you,” she replied, holding him in her arms. They held each other for a long time, long after the sun had gone down, but by then, they had drifted to sleep on the comfortable sofa.

“Prince Samuel! Your mother is on her way,” a stern voice startled Y/N awake. As she cleared the sleep from her foggy mind, she realized it was morning. She has spent the night with the Prince in his chambers! His mother, the Queen, was coming!

“Sam, I have to go,” she whispered, trying to pry herself from his sleepy grip. “Your mother will see us here!” That seemed to get his attention and his eyes snapped open as he sat up.

“Let her see, Y/N. You are my Omega and the sooner she accepts that, the better off we will be, all of us,” Sam reasoned as the doors flew open and the Queen entered.

“Y/N, may I have a word with you?” the Queen addressed her directly.

“Of course, my Queen,” Y/N curstied and moved to follow her, but Sam’s warm hand on her wrist stopped her.

“Mother, you can speak to both of us,” Sam stood up to his mother.

“Fine. But you may not be pleased that Y/N has been keeping information from you, from all of us,” Queen Mary spoke frankly.

“What information? I don’t have anything to hide, your Majesty,” Y/N stated, looking Sam in the eye, needing him to believe her words.

“I had my advisors look into your family history last night, as a precaution. Why didn’t you tell my son that you were born Y/N Y/L/N, Princess of Arancia? My sources tell me your family fled the kingdom and settled in Beldovia when you were still an infant,” Mary read from the portfolio in her hands.

“What? No, my parents would have told me,” she protested, watching the Queen as she motioned to the door. The double doors swung open and her parents stood on the other side. “Mamma? Papa? What is going on?”

“The Queen speaks the truth, Mia Figlia,” Y/N’s father speaks first.

“We’re so sorry, Bambino,” her mother added.

“Omega, we can be married!” Sam’s excitement took them all by surprise. “You are a princess already and now we can be here, where we both belong. Together.”

“In light of this information, I will allow this, if it is what you truly want, my son. But take your time,” Mary encouraged.

“Alpha, do you really want me?” Y/N looked up at her Alpha, with a mixture of love and trepidation, unsure of his answer.

“More than I have ever wanted anything, Omega. Will you marry me?” Sam proposed.

“Well, I do have a shop full of flowers that will go to waste…” Y/N answered.

Part three coming soon...

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Created for @spnaubingo; square filled: Prince!Sam

Sam was nervous.  He had an official audience with his father, the King, and he wasn’t sure how is father was going to respond to his news.  Lawrence was a small country filled with proud people and what he was asking might be interpreted as a slight to the nation.  Yet, Sam knew he had to try.

Despite his preference for more casual clothing, Sam dressed in his royal finery, his cloak and crown weighing heavy on his shoulders and brow, both literally and figuratively.  He knew his father and the nobles who were gathered in the throne room would appreciate the gesture.  It might even placate them some to see Sam embracing his heritage.

It was nearly time.  Sam gathered what he needed, slipping the letter into a pocket, and stepped into the hallway.  Two palace guards in neat suits snapped to attention.  “At ease,” Sam muttered, not much one for all of the formality.  He was well trained, himself, and yet everywhere Sam went, there were guards of one sort or another following him.  It was one of the reasons he hoped his father would grant him his petition.  He knew that he would never be without some sort of entourage but outside of Lawrence, his face was not well known and his status as Prince even less so.

Upon his arrival to the throne room, Sam’s presence was announced.  He walked straight to where his father sat, dropping to one knee and bowing his head in deference to the King and remaining in place until his father told him to rise.  Sam took a deep, calming breath and got back to his feet.  Though he was sure his nerves were displayed plainly on his face, he looked his father in the eye and made his request.

“Father, I have been accepted into a prestigious American university.  I ask your permission to attend.”

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Thank you to @nanika67 and @nobodys-baby-now for your art advice on this one (even though I didn’t take all of it).  

Y’all, I’m still learning this art thing.  Recently, I’ve been practicing eyes, noses, and mouths and I feel like I’ve improved in those areas.  That said, facial proportions are definitely still something I need to work on (Sam’s eyes are way to high on his face... oops)!

This was originally drawn in ink then scanned and colored digitally.  My main point of reference was screen grabs/sketches of Prince Hans from Frozen.

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[sam-moose-winchester-is-life]

The Ink In My Pen Ran Dry Long Before Your Smile

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6138834/chapters/14067204

By lammermoorian

Words: 28,714

Mature

Paring: Sam Winchester/Castiel

Summary: Prince Sam of Sauville wants only one thing for his college experience: anonymity. Castiel, his bodyguard, just wants the year to go smoothly.

Incomplete

My notes: I love this fic with all my heart but it’s very possible that it’s abandoned. It has, in the past, surprised me with an update, but it’s been almost a year now and no activity. Maybe if enough of us show it love we can revive it. This is honestly a really great story, and sometimes slow burns are agonizing but this pulls it off so well. I wish upon every shooting star I see this will be continued. <3

If an update arrives I will repost this.