#royal!winchesters

[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

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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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this December...

[alltheoutcasts]

Happy Bi Day to them <3

[weclassybouquetfun]

Archive of Our Own (AO3) has released their Top 100 Stats. When I posted last year's stats there was a comment that the stats are incorrect because writers have deleted or made their stories private due to AI concerns. I would assume the same goes for this year. But working off what the mods report, the top ship is

GOOD OMENS' starcrossed loves Aziraphale and Crowley.

A new entry in the top 10 is RED, WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE's Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox.

What took you lads so long??

THE REST OF THE LIST UNDER THE CUT

From 21 to 40, we get the old guard - no not the film THE OLD GUARD (tho, no love for Yusuf and Nicky?), but the stalwarts: HANNIBAL's Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter and SUPERNATURAL's Dean and Castiel.

The majority of names from 41 to 60?

From 62 to 100 there are platonic ships of the BatFamily - a mix of Jason Todd, Dick Grayson and Tim Drake.

Thank you for your service, writers.

Shippers keep shipping!

Am I suppose to care that Jamie and Cersei are siblings, cos I don't.

Look, this more touching that some ships actually do, so it's valid.

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Wanted to just know the opinion for this. So I loved the outfits described in TBH for Avery and Jameson during the race scene and I really want to try making fanart of Avery in her lace dress so I conjured up a real life version of her using AI for reference (note, I don't support AI art but I just wanted to try something here) to help me get that vision. Oh, and I also tried making Jameson. And now my curiosity turns to the fandom; do these images match in your head what you envision our fave couple as?

I did the absolute best I could to match the book descriptions as close as possible in my prompts.

[thelittlewyrm]

Sassy king and his loyal guard

[trenchcoatimpala]

Cobblestone Love

Hello, everyone! I have just dropped my new fic Cobblestone Love on ao3! Updates will be every Tuesday!

Castiel Novak was raised with only one purpose: to be King. With an arranged marriage between himself and Princess Megan Masters of a neighboring kingdom approaching, he finds himself wanting to spend a night in town, enjoying his freedom before his royal duties catch up to him. Dean Winchester works his farm by day and Ellen's tavern by night trying to make ends meet so he can put his brother, Sam, through medical school. When a mysterious stranger with dark hair and blue eyes, claiming to be a knight for the King, sits down at the bar, Dean's life is forever altered.

You can read a teaser below:

A man plopped down beside Castiel with a nasty leer on his face. “So you’re rich, pretty boy?”

Castiel met the man's gaze, he saw nothing but dishonesty there. “My wealth is of no concern to you.” 

“It is when you come parading in here with gold coins fit for the King. I reckon you could spare a few more coins for some poor folk like me.” 

Castiel let his expression harden. “And I reckon you think you can take it from me if I don’t give it willingly.” 

The man grinned at him, revealing a few missing teeth. “You reckon right.” 

A moment later a pair of hands was on the lapels of his shirt and he was being pulled to his feet. 

“You stop that this instant!” the barkeep woman shouted. “Put him down!” 

“If he can spare you some change then he’s got to have more where that came from. I’m just going to shake him down, see how much more coin he’s got.” Castiel found that amusing, especially since the man threatening him was a great deal shorter than Castiel himself. 

“That would be a horrible mistake on your part,” Castiel said. 

Castiel had been trained to fight by highly respected knights, he could hold his own in a battle and he was very good with a sword. It was a pity he didn’t bring his sword with him, but he’d opted not to as it would have been a dead give away that he was from royal descent. He would have to win the fight by his own fists instead. 

As he was gearing up to get free of the man's grip and send him to the ground, the man was suddenly being ripped away from him. A whiskey rough voice spoke in anger and mockery as Castiel tried to get his wits about him again. 

“You really don’t want to do that, Marv. How many times do I have to kick you out of this bar!” 

Castiel watched as Marv was shoved roughly through the door by a tall man with light brown hair and an impressive set of bow legs. When he turned around again, Castiel felt his breath steal itself away from him. The man was gorgeous, there was no other word for it. His face was dotted with a fair few freckles and his jawline was sharp and decorated with the thinnest layer of scruff. He was dressed in high riding boots with a tan tunic that was tucked into his brown leather pants. He wore a matching leather vest over his tunic and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. This man clearly worked with his hands a lot and by the muscles in his arms and back he looked like he was good at it. 

“I’m so sorry about him,” the man said, and there was that perfect voice again. 

“It’s no trouble,” Castiel found himself replying, it was a wonder he’d been able to recover his voice. 

The man extended his hand. “I’m Dean.”

Castiel took it. Calluses brushed against his skin as his palm slid into Dean’s. It was a warm handshake, he found himself rather enjoying the touch. “I’m-” he paused, he shouldn’t say his name. The purpose of his trip outside of castle walls was to go unrecognized and mingle with the common folk to experience their way of living, so that once he took the throne he’d know how best to help them. No, it was best he didn’t reveal who he was, besides, he was never fond of how once anybody learned his identity they felt the need to drop to their knees and genuflect in the name of the crown. It was rather unsettling and it made Castiel uncomfortable to be the receiver of such respect. “James,” he decided to say. It was his middle name and a common enough name to get him through this moment. “But everyone calls me Jimmy.” 

“Well, Jimmy,” Dean said with a smile, “I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your evening. If Ellen or I can get you anything just say the word.” 

Ellen, Castiel took it, was the woman behind the bar. “Thank you very much, Dean.” 

Dean’s cheeks pinked slightly in the lantern light. “Don’t mention it.”

Up close, Castiel could see that Dean’s eyes were the most emerald of green, and he could almost picture himself getting lost in those eyes and never having to worry about leading a kingdom or marrying a girl he was not in love with, nor could he ever be. Alas, his daydreams were for naught, and after tonight he was to return to the castle and take his rightful place as King. 

He sipped slowly at his mead and let himself slip away into the hum of people around him. He wasn’t eavesdropping, per se, but he couldn’t help but hear what people were saying. A young family to his left, with a weary looking mother and an exasperated father, tended to two young children, a boy and a girl. The children were pretending to fight with sticks they must have picked up from the ground outside. Their parents were trying to stop them from running about, but the children bore no mind. 

Head on over to ao3 for the rest :)

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Dean, addressing Cas: love of my life, pain in my ass

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I can't do any hand sewing currently, due to my neuropathy in my fingers (it is bad right now). So, my EPP quilt is on hold for a bit, unfortunately. 🙁

So, in the meantime I am doing a rewatch of "Supernatural." I started season one and am currently watching episode eight, "Bugs." I thought my insect mug was too appropriate not to use while watching this episode. There may or may not be whiskey in that mug.

Spoiler alert: there is whiskey in my bug mug. 🥃

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If you like Good Omnes, The bastard son and the devil himself, Supernatural, Heartstopper, etc you will enjoy 100% Dead Boys Detectves for real. Hell, Afterlife, QUEER

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Ahhhh yes my favorite (genuine) bisexual stereotype: pure of heart and dumb of ass😂😂😂😂😂😂

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King of my heart 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader.

Summary: You, the queen, have lost the love of your life, Sir Sam, and vow never to fall in love with anyone again.

Bingo: a reputation song - king of my heart .

Genre: Angst and fluff. Au!Royal - 4782 words

Warnings: Grief (I think that's all).

A/N: I'm not fluent in English, so a lot of mistakes can happen.

The crowd gathered in the hall looked at you with every new step you took, admiring your elegance and your attire. Your head was held high as you walked down the aisle among nobles and commoners, ready to take on your responsibilities as queen.   

His father, the king, had died a few weeks before. An unexpected death, as he appeared to be in good health. And, as his only daughter, you were supposed to take over the throne. You weren't afraid, you had been trained and taught to be the ruler of Arcadia since you were a little girl. No one had any doubts that the kingdom would be ruled by a fair queen, and everyone looked forward to the future prosperities in store for the kingdom. 

You were ready to be queen, but you weren't ready to go your own way without him. If your father's death was unexpected, Sir Sam's was even more so. The memories of your father's wake were filled with moments of honor and respect, because he had prepared you for this moment, but the memories of Sir Sam's wake were covered in tears and anguish, because you expected to spend the rest of your life with him. You wanted him to be your best friend, your husband and your king. 

You grew up together, playing and having fun in the halls of the palace. His father, Sir John, was head of the guard, your father's great friend and confidant. The king knew that Sir John raised his children with honor and modesty, and that's why he let you be so close to Sam. Sam would never disrespect you.   

When you were 13, Sam started writing you love letters and you had already told your father that you were interested in marrying him. You were sure that you would never meet anyone like Sam, and your love for each other grew every day. Sam admired you; his gaze was so sweet when he looked at you that everyone in the kingdom knew the feelings you both shared. 

When Sir John died bravely defending the king in an attack on the enemy kingdom, his eldest son, Sir Dean, took over the role of chief of the guard, after which he appointed his brother as your bodyguard, making the two of you even closer.   

Suddenly, however, everything you had came to an end the same night your father died. Sir Sam died a mysterious death, his body wasn't found in its entirety, only a few limbs. A horrible death. You couldn't believe that your love had died in such a brutal way, and you swore that when the person responsible for this was found, justice would be done.  

Here you were, about to become queen, but without the love of your life by your side. 

You sat on the throne. You expected to feel ecstatic as soon as you sat on the throne, but you couldn't have been more indifferent at that moment. Scanning the crowd, you came across some familiar faces: Sir Dean and Marquis Castiel, who smiled at you and curtsied. Looking at Dean, you couldn't help but think of your brother, how proud he would be to be part of your coronation, but he wasn't here, he never would be.   

The archbishop finally took your crown gently and approached you.   

“May I present Y/N, Queen of Arcadia” After saying these words, the archbishop finally places the crown on your head, and you quickly rise from your throne to receive the honors of those present. 

“God save the queen!" Some say.  

"Long live the queen!" Others exclaim.   

That day your reign began, but your life ended the night your great love was killed. You would never love again. 

You had already been queen for two years and the kingdom was more prosperous than ever.   

"How are the preparations for my meeting with Duke Singer?" You asked your lady-in-waiting, Jody, duchess and wife of Duke Singer. They both played important roles in your development as queen, you always saw them as second parents. The duchess was just finishing putting the tiara on your head and fastening it with clips. 

"Everything is in order; the duke is waiting for you in your study." 

"Dear Jody," you said, turning back to face her, "do you know what this conversation is about? Is there something wrong with the affairs of our kingdom? Another rebellion to the south?" You were worried because the enemy army insisted on plundering the crops in the south.  

"Yes, I know why, but I'd rather my husband told you. Please don't be anxious, Your Majesty. As for the south, the enemy army has already been defeated and the people are receiving all the protection they need."   

"That comforts me. I must go and meet Duke Singer now," Jody bowed slightly in reverence. 

Ever since Sir Sam was murdered, you had asked Sir Dean not to put anyone in his place, so you walked alone through the castle corridors, as you would normally do in Sam's company. One of the guards waiting in front of your office door bowed to you and then opened the door where you would meet Duke Singer.   

"Your Majesty, I'm glad to see you. You've been so busy these past few days." 

"The kingdom has been demanding a lot of me lately, Your Grace. Sometimes I think I won't be able to cope with everything on my own but thank heaven I have faithful companions like you to help me." 

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Your Majesty" You were confused, Duke Singer wanted to talk to you about his help in the kingdom? Were you making him work too hard? Or was he thinking of offering his services to someone else? You'd do anything to stop that from happening "The nobles are charging for a... marriage." 

"That subject again!" You exclaimed as you rolled your eyes and turned to leave the room, since you weren't willing to talk about it again.  

"Your Majesty, please listen! I'm not asking you to forget your love for Sir Sam, God rest his soul, you of all people know that i thought of him as a son. I could never ask you to stop loving him, that wouldn't be fair." 

"Then why do you insist on asking me to marry someone? Sam would be my husband, the king of my heart and of this kingdom, no one can ever take his place!" 

"Queen, think about it, imagine how many benefits our kingdom will get if you get married. You know that many kingdoms give up doing business with Arcadia when they find out that an unmarried queen rules it." 

"They don't think I can do it, but I've already proved in these two years that I can." 

"I know you do, but think of your people. If you marry a nobleman from another kingdom, we can expand our army. Many people and soldiers have already died in the fighting to the south and many more will die if we do nothing. A marriage could be the key to our problems." 

"Are you sure about that, Your Grace?" 

"I would never ask such a thing of Your Majesty if I didn't have the purest conviction."  

"You know I trust you with my eyes closed, Bobby. I'm willing to consider suitors if it means my people will be safe." 

"Royal Proclamation  

For the attention of all subjects of the Kingdom of Arcadia,  

It is with great honor and respect that we announce that Her Royal Majesty, Queen Y/n, is seeking suitors for holy matrimony.  

At this auspicious time, the royal court invites all worthy and noble-hearted gentlemen to come forward as potential consorts for our beloved queen." 

Ever since it was announced that you were looking for a husband, the offers had been pouring in. Thousands of princes, lords, counts and dukes had come forward with the intention of obtaining your hand in marriage, but none of them had pleased you enough.   

You knew that none of these gentlemen would receive your love, since you swore that it belonged to only one man and that man unfortunately could not claim the position as your husband. However, you were looking for a man you could at least put up with for the rest of your life. With marriage, you would have to fulfill your role as a wife, but it sickened you to think of lying with any of these noblemen or even giving them children.  

You were about to give up when Lord Gavin introduced himself. His lands were a little far away and he had few plantations, but what caught your eye was his extensive mining of iron, silver and gold and his vast army that possessed the most innovative weapons.   

"I know about your painful broken heart, Your Majesty. I wonder why you took a sudden interest in me," Gavin questioned as you walked through the garden.  

"You know very well what my motives were for giving you the chance to get to know me better." 

"My mines and my army, of course," he said smugly. "You know, Your Highness, I don't judge you for wanting a marriage of convenience. I too lost the woman I loved and swore never to love anyone again, just like Your Majesty." 

"You swear? Tell me more." You'd like to hear Gavin talk about his grief, you were hoping to identify with his story and maybe the two of you could make some big agreements based on your feelings.   

"There's not much to tell. I was only a week away from my wedding to her, but she suddenly fell ill and passed away soon after." He sighed as he looked at the horizon, your gaze followed his and you imagined Sam's eyes when you saw the mixture of the sea contracting with the green moss that covered the mountains, you wondered if Gavin also remembered his beloved as he looked at the scene "I've never felt so much pain, it was as if my soul died along with hers. Since then I've never been close to any other woman, but when I saw the proclamation saying that Your Majesty was looking for a husband, I remembered how similar your story is to mine and your promise never to love another man again. So, I thought we could take advantage of this situation." 

"And how exactly do you plan to do that, Lord? You know that if we get married, we'll have to take on our responsibilities as husband and wife. And it will be impossible to keep our promises..." 

"People don't need to know that we haven't consummated the marriage." 

"But what about the children? I'm sure we'll be asked about the generation of an heir." You asked, feeling repulsed at the thought of begetting a son from him.   

"Many kingdoms don't have legitimate heirs these days. Wouldn't you like to leave the throne to one of Duke and Duchess Singer's daughters?" You immediately thought of Claire and Alex, you imagined that Claire would renounce the throne as eldest daughter because she didn't like the idea of having that kind of obligation, she wanted to be free, but Alex might love to be queen.  Regardless of which of the two assumed the throne, the kingdom would be in good hands.   

"I think you may be right, if you wish, I'll have our wedding announced and I'll make sure it happens as soon as possible."  

"I'm happy with your decision, Your Majesty," Gavin smiled debauchedly, happy that he had managed to convince her. Everything was going according to plan. 

After your conversation with Gavin, you decided to take a walk by yourself to enjoy the morning sun and think about your decisions. Of course, you weren't happy about getting married to someone other than Sam, but this arrangement would be good for both of you, and you wouldn't have to fulfill your role as wife to Gavin. He would just be your sidekick. As you were walking, you were startled, and two hands stopped you.  

"Sir Dean, you scared me!"   

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to."  

"You know there's no need for formalities, Dean. We're friends. What do you want?"  

"Are you in love with him, Y/n?" He asked, his voice coming out lower than usual. 

"No, of course not, Dean! You know that my heart is and always will be your brother Sam's." 

"Forgive me, I don't want you to think I'm judging you. Sam would like you to move on, for this pain in your heart to go away and for you to finally be happy." 

"I would be happy if he were here. But... I'm marrying Gavin, it'll be a marriage of convenience, we've agreed not to consummate the marriage and we won't have heirs, Claire or Alex will take the throne and..." 

"Y/n, you don't have to explain yourself to me."   

"I just want you to know that no one will ever take Sam's place, he'll always be the love of my life.  It was supposed to be him walking me down the aisle."   

"Are you asking for my blessing for this marriage to take place?" 

"I feel guilty for saying yes to another man before the crown and God, I thought if you agreed I would feel better." 

"You know that no matter what I say, this pain won't go away... but if you want to know what I think about this marriage, I think it will be good for the kingdom. I learned about the mines and Lorde's weaponry. We will have a great advantage against the enemy army, and we will be able to free the people from so much suffering. Sam will always be in our hearts, but now the kingdom needs the queen to take some action" You agreed, Sir Dean was right. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes. You've always dreamed of seeing yourself in white, ready to become a wife. Sam's wife. But it wasn't him you were going to marry tonight and the tears that insisted on welling up in your eyes weren't of emotion, but of sadness. You walked to the safe where you kept all the love letters Sam had written to you. 

“My dear Y/n 

Today I was admiring the fine silk that the merchant brought for the making of your next ball gown and I couldn't help but remember how it looked with the softness of your skin. For a moment I was in a reverie, remembering our nocturnal caresses. Your body under mine, while my hands explored your entire body. My mouth on your breasts while you grabbed my hair and moaned softly so no one could hear, soon my mouth was on yours again as I slowly filled you. 

I miss nights like this with you, my brother asked for reinforcements on the battle line in the South and for a while I had to abandon my post as your bodyguard, but I want you to know that I will be by your side again as soon as possible. And we can enjoy our love. 

With love, your Sam” 

“My dearly beloved princess 

I was thinking about the words we said today and, for me, saying I love you wasn't enough. Y/n, you are the sun that lights up my darkest days, bringing lightness and warmth to my heart. I dream about you every night and I always wish to be with you in my arms to love and care for you. 

No one in the world will be able to overcome this overwhelming love I feel for you, I know we are not old enough to get married yet, but I am looking forward to that day. The only certainty I have in life is having you in marriage and becoming yours forever. 

With all the love in the world, your Sam” 

You didn't have time to read a few more letters, as you were interrupted by Jody's presence. 

"It's time, your majesty" When the duchess investigated your eyes, she knew exactly what was going through your head — You need to be brave, Y/n. I'm not saying as your lady-in-waiting, take this as mother to daughter advice. The deal you got with Lord Gavin was great, you won't need to break your promise. 

“I know… I just” You thought about venting and crying into her lap as you grieved over the loss of Sir Sam, but there was no time for that — Nothing. Should we go." 

Your legs shook as you walked down the red carpet alongside Duke Singer, your heart racing with each new step and each new thought that you would soon be Lord Gavin's wife. However, with the shred of courage you had left, you raised your head and continued walking. 

"We are gathered here to unite in marriage Queen Y/n, of Arcadia, and Lord Gavin, of Hellcrest. Lord Gavin, do you accept Queen Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?" 

"Yes, I accept" He replied smiling. Without explanation, that smile gave you goosebumps of fear. 

"My queen, do you accept Lord Gavin as your lawfully wedded husband?" 

Tension was in the air; everyone was eager for your answer. You faced the crowd hoping something would happen so you wouldn't have to marry Lord Gavin, but the only thing that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting the ground. Even the heavens were crying. You took a deep breath, looked at the archbishop and then at Gavin and finally looked back at the crowd, but something caught your attention... someone. 

“Sam” you said softly. Realizing that you had seen him, the tall man ran towards the exit, but no one seemed to have seen him, because when they held your gaze, the gentleman had already disappeared into the fog "SAM!" You shouted, running down the hall while holding up your dress. 

"Majesty!" Duke Bobby ran up to you, holding on tightly, “What’s going on?” 

"Bobby, I saw him. Sam is alive!" 

"This is impossible!" It was Sir Dean's turn to exclaim "I know this is hard for you, Y/n, but it was probably just a mirage. My brother hasn't been with us for two years!" 

"Please, let me go. I swear I saw him. He's here" You tried your best to push away the arms that held you, struggling tirelessly against them. These gentlemen should know that nothing can hold a woman in love. You finally managed to escape and ran as fast as you could to try and catch up to your loved one. 

The rain and fog obscured your vision, but you continued running in the direction where you thought you saw Sam go. Because of the wet ground you slipped, but when you were about to fall, two strong arms caught you. When you looked down you realized that if he hadn't restrained you, you would have fallen into a huge cliff. You finally looked up and your stomach dropped when you saw Sam's face looking down at you with concern. 

“I got you” he said as he pulled you closer. 

"Sam, my love, you're alive!" Your hands went to his face, brushing away the wet strands that covered his face. Sam's smile soon appeared on his lips. 

"I'm right here, my princess... I mean, my queen" Sam's lips quickly met yours, his grip tightened on your hair as you lost yourself even more in that kiss. Your hands snaked all over his body to make sure you weren't dreaming, the kiss was long and when it ended, you could barely breathe "Come on, we have to go." 

"What? Go where?" You looked back and a half dozen men holding torches and swords towards you "What's going on?" 

"We have to go; I need to keep you safe. We'll talk later" So you started running, your feet hurt from the tight shoes, but you blindly trusted Sam. 

"Come on, come in!" Marquis Castiel was waiting for you two near a carriage "Quickly, quickly" You entered the carriage and the door soon closed, Marquis Castiel sat down next to the coachman and the vehicle began to move quickly. 

You finally had a minute to take a deep breath, Sam left you to himself and started placing kisses on your head. 

"I'm sorry for staying so long for so long and making you believe that I had died. You don't know how painful it was for me too, having to stay away from my loved one for two years." 

"Why did you do that, Sam?" 

"Because I saw who killed your father. It was all Gavin's big plan. On the night of the king's death, I saw Gavin attacking him and throwing poison into his mouth, it took seconds for your father to die. When I drew my sword to kill Gavin and avenge the king's death, his henchmen attacked me. There were many of them and there was no other knight around. Until Gavin saw you walking along your balcony and pointed a gun in your direction, he said I should go with him or else he would shoot you. He kept me imprisoned for a few days, hoping that I would give out any secret information about our kingdom, but I certainly didn't. 

"If you managed to escape, why didn't you come back to our home and tell me what was happening?" You were confused by so much information. 

"Lord Gavin's men were already infiltrated in your palace; I couldn't put your security at risk. I don't know why it took him so long to put the plan into action, but it gave me time to think about how I would stop him. After many weeks of travel, I managed to reach the kingdom of Hellcrest and talk to King Crowley. I discovered that Gavin's rank had been demoted from prince to lord and he had lost the right to the throne because he was against the laws of the kingdom." 

The carriage was moving a lot and you got even tighter in Sam's grip. 

"The army that insisted on attacking Southern Arcadia was commanded by Gavin. And it began to spread among the nobles that the Queen of Arcadia should soon find a husband. Until the proclamation was published that you were willing to marry. His plan was to marry you and kill you, the same way he killed your father, on your wedding night." 

"He knew exactly how to manipulate me, telling me about the woman he had lost, that he would never fall in love again and about marriage of convenience. He knew exactly what I needed to hear, that I was reluctant about marriage, so he proposed a marriage of convenience" You looked into Sam's eyes "Sam, I never got over you. I promised to never love another man..." 

"I know, Y/n. I was aware of everything you were going through during those two years. Dean told me everything." 

"He knew?" Sam casually. Dean had nicely mentioned it to you "So, him giving the wedding his blessing was part of your plan?" 

"Yes. I told all my discoveries to King Crowley, who was disappointed with his son's new attitudes, so he made himself available to help. I came to Arcadia, along with Hellcrest's army to stop Gavin." 

"What's going on in the palace right now?" 

"King Crowley's soldiers are fighting Gavin's men." 

"Sam, I can't let my people be in danger! We need to go back there. I can't run away while people die." 

"My queen, I assure you that everything is under control. Gavin must already be dead or imprisoned and his men must have already surrendered. Everything is fine, I promise." 

"So, now we can live our love?" 

"I now pronounce you man and wife!" Sam's lips brushed against his with delicacy and passion. Married.

"I will always be yours, my queen," Sam said as he looked into her eyes.

"You will forever be the king of my heart."

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Princess Anne opening the miniature railway - and driving the train - at Marwell Zoo near Winchester in 1987

[midiosaamor]

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘, series masterlist.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: prince!grayson hawthorne x thief!fem!reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐘: sadly, king tobias hawthorne died under mysterious circumstances. no one in the kingdom knows why, nor how, but what they do know: is that the king—instead of giving his grandchildren his inheritance—he gave a small peasant it. avery grambs. the news quickly spread out to the kingdom, and luckily, into a little thief’s hands. Y/N courts.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: royalty au, fluff, drinking/alcohol use, underage drinking, thievery, stealing, murder, blood and gore, romance, slow burn, opposites (yet similars(?)) attract, enemies to partners to lovers, idc they both fall so damn hard they can’t even see when they started fallin, knife to throat, makining out, jameson hawthorne being jameson hawthorne, mention of death, em*ly laughlin, idk man i could go on in this series, probably actual proper grammar, use of capital letters (im gettin my game on chat), probably slow updates but HEY MY EXAMS ARE DONE AND SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER SO I’LL MAKE EM QUICKER

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: ongoing (chapters are being made in GOOGLE DOCS before posting)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: idk man probably a lot

𝐀/𝐍: alr CHAT im gettin my game mode on in here. the inheritance games but royalty au, headcanon by @silly-little-gooses. there will be some jameson x avery, nash x libby, nash x alisa (?), and xander x max in here too SO! also i made the reader like a small little character because im too lazy to make a whole ass character about it lmao

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle @silly-little-gooses (ask to be removed/added to taglist! <3)

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒: in the making!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗.

i dont have any chapters out😾