#almost royal

[penelopepitstopp]

ed gamble doing 'my drunk kitchen' with hannah hart

[agambleaday]

[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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[cavehags]

fully insane that i'm watching this

[gawki]

Royal Pigeon

[bezzygom]

sigh it's 2/2 again

[taichea]

☕️postcanon designs w/ headcanons (part one : shuake )

spoilers for persona 5 royal i think. yeah be careful

they get coffee for each other.

[chatlote]

A comic about Akechi (not) reaching out during third semester.

[persona-brainrot-real]

Sae Niijima is such a good character it drives me insane a little. She's not a mother nor a maternal or doting older sister but instead a twenty four year old who was thrown into a position of responsibility that she never asked for. She loves Makoto just as much as she resents her and its so apparent every time they talk up until November. "Are you studying?" (I want you to do well) (I need you to get a job and stop making my life harder) "I'll use any method necessary to get this promotion" (Life will be easier for us) (So stop distracting me with your problems) "Focus on your future" (I know that you're capable) (I can't afford to waste my time on you, so stop wasting time on others)

Makoto is not only the sole reason she pushes as hard as she does for a promotion, for success, and the reason that she loses herself in her animosity over her fathers death, but also someone she can't stand for so long. Makoto was 14-15 when their father died. Sae was 21. As soon as she got the career she wanted and things started to look up, her stability was robbed from her and she was disillusioned with the system that her father had taught her to rely on and completely adhere to. How do you manage, the daughter of a cop, following his footsteps towards law enforcement, when you're suddenly reminded of how unfair it is? You can't quit, your little sister relies on you and she's so young and struggling just as badly with this grief. So you pick yourself up and you get moving again. You push harder, press further. You abandon your morals and your ethics because punishing criminals (guilty or not) is almost like punishing the man who killed your father.

And the whole time she's fighting for promotions, going for drinks with the SIU Director to make herself more favourable for promotions, trying to navigate being a woman in a competitive, suffocating, male-dominated field, falling behind despite doing so much where others are promoted for doing so little - all the while your little sister comes back from school and her biggest issues are so small compared to yours.

Persona 5 revolves so heavily around grief and loss and change and Sae embodies all of that so well, all of the sharp and unpleasant and jagged parts of grief.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 266

Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train. 

See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person. 

And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right! 

And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically. 

The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten. 

How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss. 

Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings. 

The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine. 

They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk! 

And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves. 

Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? 

Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son? 

…

Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good. 

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Imagine being a citizen of fictional Sweden. The crown prince dies in a car crash. He is succeeded by his younger brother who was recently involved in a fight that went viral. Just a few weeks later, he is involved in a gay sex tape scandal. But then it turns out it wasn't him. But then it turns out it was him, and also the school the royal family have been educated at for generations is super fucked up. And then he says fuck the monarchy, love wins 💜. And he's replaced by some cousin you've barely even heard of.

(And then, possibly, some amateur internet sleuth posts a four hour video detailing how the former crown prince's sex tape was leaked by the current crown prince, causing a constitutional crisis. There is no one to replace the third crown prince you've had in just a few years. You might as well elect a president.)

[repmet]

Firstprince + hugs

[agambleaday]

[bethccassidy]

Alex holding on to Henry for dear life

[firstprinced]

firstprince through hand holding (or henry letting himself have the love he deserves)

[your-local-asylum-escapee]

the Blueprint™ for any mlm ship is literally just a dark-haired skinny loser and his himbo light-haired bf

oh and also at least one of 'em has blue eyes... I don't make the rules here