A prompt with listening to Rowena read from @ericaprice2008.
I changed it up a bit, hope you don’t mind!
You don’t know why it had taken you so long to think of it, but now that you had the words had burst forth from your lips in a moment of eureka.
“You should get someone to write your biography, Row. The things you’ve done and the people you’ve met, it’s fascinating.”
“You might be right, darlin’. But a witch like me? Too much revealed and my enemies will be climbing over themselves to do me in.”
“Well, I would love to hear your stories sometime, even if we don’t put them on paper for prosperity’s sake.”
She smiled and raised her perfect eyebrow at you from across the table. “Why didn’t you just say so? Come on, what do you want to know?”
And that was how it started, your nightly routine of falling asleep to Rowena’s voice. The ebb and flow of her words washed over you and dragged you across oceans and through time itself. She sat beside you, your head eventually falling to her lap as she stroked your hair. Rowena had a way of twisting things, painting her deeds justified. No matter the relish she spoke with over smiting those in her path.
There was a story you knew that she wasn’t telling, one about a little boy and a family that had been kind to her. She never said his name and you didn’t ask. You simply drifted off before you could ask too many questions, no matter how eager and attentive you had begun each tale. The dreams that she left you with were far happier than those you had ever had, and you realized that she wasn’t just sharing her life’s work with you, she was giving you peace of mind.
A/N#1: I swear, Writer’s Block is a terrible, terrible thing to have! Ughh, I hope I can get over it soon so that I can squeeze the next part of my Dean x Reader series! *Ahem* But please, do enjoy this Rowena drabble I’ve come up with in the meantime.
A/N#2: This is Unbeta-ed, and English is not my mother tongue, so all the mistakes are mine.
“Useless, useless, useless! These are no right ingredients! Fergus?!” screeched Rowena as she tried to perform yet another spell, which would ultimately prove to be useless since her ‘residence’ in Hell was warded against any kind of magic.
Crowley glanced at her in boredom, “Am I your courier now, mother?”
“Of course you are, my wee sausage! Where else would I actually get them?” She spread her arms wide, gesturing at her cell. What looked like a tiny pile of sage, was actually a bunch of laurel leaves. But his mother didn’t need to know that, Crowley thought.
“You do realize that you can’t perform your spells here? Your tiny bedroom is warded against any and all magic, however difficult it was to do so in the first place.”
Rowena raised her chin in defiance, “Doesn’t mean I won’t continue trying, Fergus. My freedom is very near…,” she sniffed the dusty stale air in delight, “I can just smell it!”
“The only thing you can smell is the stench of piss and rubbish! Can’t believe the Winchesters chose this place as your new home!” While he initially was not a fan of stinky and dark places, with Hell being the exception, he couldn’t help but silently thank the boys for their quick thinking - or rather yours because after all, you were the actual mastermind behind their plans, and ever since you joined the team, no monster has been able to stop you three from ganking them. An unstoppable trio! Crowley tried to keep himself from shuddering at the wording. But soon enough, he was reminded of where he currently was. A slender finger was being wiggled in front of him tauntingly.
“It wasn’t their idea, it was Y/N’s! This little...harlot has been a thorn in my side for way too long! Soon enough, she’ll get what she deserves!”
“You mean you will get what you deserve? From what I have seen over the years, Y/L/N is more than capable of putting you down. Without lifting a finger, might I add!”
Rowena sat on her bed, the bowl with the ingredients laid forgotten. Crowley didn’t have to remind her of your powers as a witch - she knew perfectly well of what you could do. While she was delighted to see another natural witch after being on the run for so long, she couldn’t relish in the fact that you were on the Winchesters’ side, being a damn hunter of all things. But aside from that, she respected you because you took shit from no-one and because you were a woman of action, actually doing something instead of whining and letting others do your work.
As she stared out of her window, Crowley having gone elsewhere minutes before, she wondered how your next meeting would go while pulling aside her pillow cover, a piece of ward-negating crystal lying inside...
Summary: After Rowena blasts Lucifer into the rift, the two of you have a chat.
Ship: Rowena x Y/N, Gabe x Rowena, Gabe x Y/N, Rowena x Gabe x Y/N
Word Count: 194
Warnings: Spoilers for 13 x 21
A/N: All grammar mistakes are my own and I do not own the GIF I used. This is my first drabble in quite some time. I’ve had writer’s block BAD - some real life stuff happened.
“Let her go you winged dick!” You watched as Lucifer held Rowena up against the wall, choking her. She managed to blast him back into the rift and you froze. You watched as Rowena fell to the floor and swore.
“Ro, what the hell do we do now?” You helped her up off of the floor and you heard her sigh.
“I don't know lass.” You watched as she started packing up her things and turned to you. “They won't be happy with this turn out - I just blasted Lucifer into the rift.”
“This isn't good.” You watched as she argued with herself before putting everything she had back down with new resolve.
“Let's figure this out, shall we Y/N?”
You squeezed her hand gently as you flipped through the book in front of you. “Hey Ro?”
“Yes dear?”
“I have to ask was Gabe premature or was that just a fluke?” You watched as her cheeks flushed and you chuckled.
“That was just a fluke dearie, why?” It was your turn to flush. She watched you carefully. ‘'I'm sure we can work something out with our favorite archangel when he gets back.”
Summary: Reader gets a lesson on the importance of knocking before entering.
Words: 447
Editor: @marril96
A/N: Huge thank you to @crispychrissy for the gif.
”Whoa," you said as you skidded to a stop, unable to stop yourself from staring at the naked body in front of you.
Rowena looked at you from her mirror in mild surprise before noticing the way you stood gawking at her. She smirked. Playfully shaking her hips a little, as if doing a subtle dance, she watched how your mouth slackened further and your eyes took on a glazed look. She turned and couldn't help but grin at the sight of you practically drooling at the new view.
"Like what you see?" she teased, shifting a little so as to enhance the effect, posing like a model for an art class.
You swallowed hard. Your throat felt dry, but you could feel the saliva gathering in your mouth. You tried to make some sort of sound of acknowledgement, but only managed a tiny, strangled squeak.
Rowena grinned at the sound. "Do close your mouth, dear. Wouldn't want to catch any flies now, would we?"
You snapped your mouth shut. Rowena laughed silently at your expression. Then your eyes met hers and widened comically as a drop of blood slid down your nose and you fell down in a dead faint. Startled, Rowena grabbed her robe and put it on, before checking on the unconscious vampire.
She crouched down and patted your cheek.
"(Y/N), dear?" Rowena asked. When there was still no change, she slapped you harder. (E/C) eyes snapped open and found moss green ones. The witch smirked slyly. "Couldn't handle the sights, I take it?"
You smiled sheepishly. Getting up, you wiped the blood that dripped from your nose, Rowena following suit.
"Unfortunate human trait that carried over," you replied in explanation. "I just didn't expect to see... should have knocked," you said instead, then nodded in remembrance, trying to push back the image that was now burned to your retinas. Not the best thing to be thinking about while talking to the woman you had already caught in such a state of... undress.
"So? What do you think?" Rowena prompted, smiling impishly, looking for a compliment.
You would have blushed if you could and avoided looking at the witch, mind flashing back to creamy skin, gorgeous curves, and pert assets.
So much for not thinking about it.
"Very nice. Not a day over 25."
Rowena smiled wide, looking smug. "Knockin’s good. But if you wanted to have a peak, all ye had to do was ask," she purred, accent rolling, before winking as she went behind a changing curtain to get dressed. Once again, you felt yourself grow warm. Had it been possible, you entire face would have been glowing a bright red.
Yet it was kindness she showered you with every single day.
They said she was wicked, a danger to be avoided at all costs.
Yet you'd never felt safer than when she was by your side.
Rowena MacLeod was a work of art; centuries old and still in progress. For every bad trait, there was a good one. Every one of her flaws had its strong counterpart. No matter what anyone said, she could love, she could care, she could feel.
She could change.
There was one thing about her, though, that never, ever changed. A thing that, despite her unpredictability, you could always count on in times of need.
Her warmth.
Whether it was the hottest of summers or the coldest of winters, Rowena's skin remained warm.
Nothing could compare to the feeling of her arms around you in winter nights, chasing away the wicked cold.
When you were down, it was her embrace that would always pull you from the darkness into the light.
All you needed was to feel her skin on yours and everything bad in your life would vanish, and for a few blissful moments, it would feel as if nothing had ever been wrong.
Her warmth was her constant the same way she was yours.
You were cuddling by the fire, curled up on the living room couch. Yet it wasn't the flames crackling in the fireplace or the fluffy blanket loosely thrown around your shoulders that kept you warm.
It was her.
"How do you manage to always be so damn warm?" you asked.
"It's a talent," Rowena teased, lips curling into a small smile. "How do you manage to be so bloody cold? At times it feels like I'm dating a reptile."
You playfully smacked her hand. "Meanie."
"I'm just honest, dear," she said.
"You're evil, is what you are," you retorted. Her eyes met yours for a moment, then you leaned forwards to lay a quick kiss to her cheek. "But I still love you."
"You better. I'd hate to be wasting my time with you."
"Oh, hush, you." You slapped her hand again, prompting her to pout. The sight melted your heart. How dare she be so adorable? "Now I hate you."
Rowena chuckled. "I'm sure you do." Pressing a soft kiss to your neck, she said, "I hate you, too."
"Oh, I'm sure you do," you echoed.
No more words were spoken as the two of you relaxed in each other's arms, safe, comfortable, and, most importantly, warm.
A/N: Inspired by a conversation I had with OswinTheStrange.
Rowena was the picture of peace when she slept. Her red hair was spread around her head like a halo, her chest slowly rose and fell in time to her breaths, and her face had a serene expression. It was a stark contrast to the sarcastic, carefully guarded woman she was when she was awake. It almost made you want to let her keep sleeping. Almost.
It was getting late and you wanted company, which meant you had to wake up Rowena. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to her cheek and said in a soft voice, "Rowena, sweetie, it's time to wake up." You pressed another kiss to her cheek, and another, and more as you moved from her cheek, to her forehead, nose, jaw, and neck.
Rowena stirred, groaning lightly and attempting to turn away from you. "'s too early," she mumbled, burying her face into the pillow.
"It's nearly ten-thirty. And I'm bored. So it's time to wake up," you said, continuing to kiss her neck and shoulder. "And I'm not going to stop until you get up." When she continued to ignore you, you added, "Maybe I should add in tickling, too?"
"Don't you dare!" Rowena said, sitting up and giving you a warning glare. You only smiled innocently at her. Rowena sighed. "You're not going to stop until I get up are you?" You shook your head, continuing your innocent smile. "Alright, fine, I'll get up. Happy?"
"Very," you said, giving her one more kiss on the cheek before getting up from the bed.
Thank you @marril96 for this one! If you want to participate in this challenge, the link is below!
800 Follower Challenge!
800 Follower Masterlist (this is far from being done. This is just what I have so far)
DRABBLE REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
“Y/N, it’s your birthday. Cheer up.” You looked up and saw Dean walking your way. You were sitting in the living room when everyone was outside, having fun. You were having a great time but the one person you wished would be here, wasn’t. She was away, doing an important thing but you wished she was here.
“I am. I’m having a lot of fun.” You said, smiling a small one. That was convincing Dean and it wasn’t convincing you.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“The one person I hoped to be here, isn’t and I know she’s doing something important but it’s my birthday. I only get one of those a year, you know.” You said, looking at him.
“I know. I’m sorry. How about you go hang out with everybody and if she doesn’t show up by the end of the party, I’ll kick her ass myself.” You laughed at that and nodded.
“Sounds good.” You got up and was about to do as you were told but the doorbell rang. You frowned, looking at Dean. You weren’t expecting anybody because everyone was already here. You walked to the door and opened it.
You gasped because she was here. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be off, saving the world or something like that. You ran to her and brought her close, pressing your lips to hers instantly. She kissed you back and you smiled in the kiss. This was home.
“What are you doing here? I mean, I’m glad you’re here but I thought you were doing something important.” You said once you pulled away.
“You were more important.” She said with a smile.
Masterlist // Buy me a Coffee? // Series Rewrite Masterlist
Summary: You own your own makeup shop and the day you meet Rowena, everything changes.
Square Filled: doing their make-up
Ship: Rowena x Reader
Word Count - 997
Warnings - None
A/N - Written for @spnfluffbingo Also shout out to @fictionalabyss for looking this over for me <3 *I just want to say this is my first time actually writing Rowena so please be gentle.
There was a time when being a makeup artist was your dream in life. You loved anything to do with it and you were the go to person when any of your friends wanted their makeup done. Through hard work and persistence, you finally had your own shop. The day you met Rowena however all that changed.
The first time the two of you met, you dropped a whole tray of bottled concealer that you were attempted to shelf. You were blown away by her luxurious red hair and stunning figure, and the first time she even spoke to you, you melted. You always had a thing for Scottish accents but when she spoke, it was like angels were talking to you. She grinned and held out her hand. Without thinking, you went down on one knee, taking her hand into yours and lightly kissed her knuckle. Realizing what you did, you apologized profusely.
“If that’s how a woman gets greeted every time she comes into your shop, I should come by more often.” You blushed pulling yourself up right and smiled.
“I’m Y/N, welcome to my my shop.” You heard her chuckle and you couldn’t believe she was making you this flustered.
“Rowena’s my name dear, I think we’re going to get along famously.”
--
You watched the door obsessively after her first visit. Your employees would tease you and ask when your girlfriend was coming again. Telling them to get back to work, you were rearranging the shelves of eyeshadow and blush when you saw her again. She brushed a stray hair back from her face and you grinned.
“What can I do for you today Rowena?” Taking her hand into yours and placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, you released her and she headed towards the lipstick section. The two of you got to know each other a little bit more on her multiple visits to your shop. She was sitting by the front counter repainting her nails when an idea struck you. There were no customers and it was near closing time. You figured it was now or never, but you had to see if she felt the same.
“Hey Ro?” You took a deep breath and wiped your hands gently on the front of your work pants.
“Yes my dear?”
“Will you have dinner with me?” You glanced up into her green eyes and she smiled. You excused yourself for a few minutes and ran upstairs to your apartment that was located above the shop. You wanted to make sure you left an impression on Rowena - so you went digging through your closet and that’s when you found it. You bought this dress when your shop was finally stabilizing and you never wore it. You never really owned anything in green but this dress called to you - specifically because it reminded you of her eyes. You searched for a pair of black heels, touched up your makeup and made your way back downstairs and you heard Rowena gasp.
“I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight.” Your cheeks darkened as you offered your arm to Rowena. She accepted it happily as the two of you exited out the front door “Green is a good color on you.”
--
Dinner was fantastic. The two of you made your way to a very upscale restaurant that Rowena highly recommended. You were making your way through the main course when you felt her hand brush against yours. “I wanted to tell you, I’ve been enjoying our visits but Rowena, I need to tell you something.”
Placing her wine glass down, she glanced over at you. “I hope it’s nothing too serious, my witchy heart is beating a mile a minute.”
You chuckled and shook your head. “I just - really like you Rowena. I just wanted to know if you maybe felt the same way too.”
Rowena paused and ran her thumb gently over your fingers. “I appreciate you saying that my dear. You make me feel something I haven’t felt in a very long time. It’s something I should feel for my ungrateful son but - you’re special to me.”
“In your own way are you trying to tell me you like me too?”
She laughed and kissed your palm. This was going better than you thought.
--
The next day you heard the door chime but when you turned around, you were confused. Rowena was well she looked a little off. “Ro are you okay?”
“My son is the most selfish man alive and he practically destroyed everything I own including my makeup.”
“I can help with that if you want?”
“You don’t have to do that.” You shook your head and led Rowena to a back room where there were mirrors along the walls. You let her sit down and glancing down, she noticed this was your personal station. “Do you give all the girls you like makeovers?”
“Only you. There hasn’t been anyone in such a long time. I almost forgot what liking someone felt like.” You blushed and she removed the pair of huge sunglasses she was wearing. Even without makeup, Rowena was beautiful. You wanted to enhance her natural beauty so you were aiming for very light but natural looking colors.
She had her eyes closed and before you put on her lipstick, you felt brace enough to kiss her gently. Her eyes popped open and she brushed her hand across your cheek before pulling you in for another kiss. The two of you pulled apart and with mischief in her eyes she winked at you. You finished by applying the light red lipstick that you always wanted to see on her.
“I don’t know what to say lass besides thank you.” Rowena kissed you on the cheek and you knew that it was all worth it in the end. You squeezed her hand and started putting your remaining makeup away. There was nothing that could ruin your day now.
