art of A Long Way Home
Art Title: wildest dreams
Prompt Number: R1009
Artist: dulcetine
Fic Title: A Long Way Home
Author: akintay
Fandom/Genre: RPS/Romance
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~21,400 words
Warnings: minor character death
Summary: When his father dies, Jensen's brother is crowned the new king of the Ackles Kingdom. Jensen, as the younger sibling, has to leave the kingdom, following an old rule of their people. He doesn't know where to do, or what to with his life, until his childhood friend Jared offers him a place with the forest folk as his husband. What is initially a marriage of convenience between two friends slowly turns into something more.
Fic Link(s): LJ | AO3
Artist Notes: woop woop! first art entry of 2016! feels good! thank you to the awesome mods at spn_reversebang for working hard for us and putting everything together so amazingly! a huge hug, lots of love and a big thanks to the wonderful akintay! love her! thank you for the beautiful story along with your infinite patience and kindness!!
i loved the schmoop story and minor angst! ugh so good. i hope you enjoy it too! thanks for stopping by! now onto the story yay!
"It's been too long," Jared murmurs, echoing Jensen's thoughts. Jensen nods, feels the soft silk of Jared's tunic against his cheek before he pulls back reluctantly. He has to look up to meet Jared's eyes; they used to almost the same height, but Jared towers over him now. He looks older, more mature too. The angles of his face are sharper, his horns - a feature all forest people bear - long and thick, and he's bulked up a lot too. Jensen feels small and strangely fragile next to Jared, something he hasn't felt in years.
- - -
"Stop right there, Jensen," Jared says, voice kinder. He curls his fingers around Jensen's wrist, tugging and clasping their hands together. "You're the prince of a very respected kingdom. You're a perfect match."
"What about love?"
- - -
Jensen nods, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. It's decided. He's getting married, and not just that, but he's getting married to Jared. Jared who always shared the pastries they sneaked from the kitchen equally between them, who regaled him with stories upon stories when they were younger, and who came here the moment he heard about Jensen's father passing.
- - -
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jared murmurs into his ear as they turn around to face the guests. His arm is around Jensen's waist, keeping his tugged against his side.
Jensen smiles up at him. "I think the wedding is supposed to be the easy part. It's what follows that's hard."
- - -
Jensen, who has his knees drawn up and is staring into the empty fireplace, shakes his head. "Not hungry."
"Jensen," Jared murmurs. "I know you don't feel like it right now, but you gotta eat a little. You'll make yourself sick if you don't."
He kneels down in front of Jensen, right in his eyeline, his hand cupping Jensen's shoulder. "Please?" he adds.
- - -
Jared is on top of Jensen, Jensen's legs wrapped around him and tangled with Jared's as Jared grinds down into him. His movements are hard and urgent, their kisses messy. Jensen feels dizzy, head spinning with so many emotions but he can't focus on anything but this, the pleasure and need and the feel of Jared's strong, hard body pinning him down onto the mattress.
- - -
"I don't think the thorns are really that dangerous," Jared replies lightly, meeting Jensen's eyes. He looks happy, pleased, and he holds up a cupped hand filled with blackberries. "Here."
Jensen picks a few from the top of the small pile and eats them. Then, in a spur of the moment, he takes he leans up and kisses Jared's cheek. "Thank you," he murmurs.
- - -
"I'm afraid everyone but my husband will have resist me anyway," Jensen retorts softly, while Jared leads him closer to the middle of the room where couples are dancing.
He pulls Jensen close, one hand sliding around Jensen's waist while he clasps the other with Jensen's. "What a lucky man," he murmurs into Jensen's ear as they start moving.
- - -
Smiling, Jensen traces his fingers down Jared's jawline, then lets his hand move back and trails the tips of his fingers over the curves horn.
"What are you doing?" Jared mumbles, not opening his eyes. Jensen jumps a little, but doesn't pull his hand back.
"Touching you," he replies, and Jared smiles. His eyes blink open slowly.
"Morning," he says softly and adds, "Husband."
- - -
it was great to draw again! :D
Prompt Number: R1009
Artist: dulcetine
Fic Title: A Long Way Home
Author: akintay
Fandom/Genre: RPS/Romance
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~21,400 words
Warnings: minor character death
Summary: When his father dies, Jensen's brother is crowned the new king of the Ackles Kingdom. Jensen, as the younger sibling, has to leave the kingdom, following an old rule of their people. He doesn't know where to do, or what to with his life, until his childhood friend Jared offers him a place with the forest folk as his husband. What is initially a marriage of convenience between two friends slowly turns into something more.
Fic Link(s): LJ | AO3
Artist Notes: woop woop! first art entry of 2016! feels good! thank you to the awesome mods at spn_reversebang for working hard for us and putting everything together so amazingly! a huge hug, lots of love and a big thanks to the wonderful akintay! love her! thank you for the beautiful story along with your infinite patience and kindness!!
i loved the schmoop story and minor angst! ugh so good. i hope you enjoy it too! thanks for stopping by! now onto the story yay!
"It's been too long," Jared murmurs, echoing Jensen's thoughts. Jensen nods, feels the soft silk of Jared's tunic against his cheek before he pulls back reluctantly. He has to look up to meet Jared's eyes; they used to almost the same height, but Jared towers over him now. He looks older, more mature too. The angles of his face are sharper, his horns - a feature all forest people bear - long and thick, and he's bulked up a lot too. Jensen feels small and strangely fragile next to Jared, something he hasn't felt in years.
- - -
"Stop right there, Jensen," Jared says, voice kinder. He curls his fingers around Jensen's wrist, tugging and clasping their hands together. "You're the prince of a very respected kingdom. You're a perfect match."
"What about love?"
- - -
Jensen nods, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. It's decided. He's getting married, and not just that, but he's getting married to Jared. Jared who always shared the pastries they sneaked from the kitchen equally between them, who regaled him with stories upon stories when they were younger, and who came here the moment he heard about Jensen's father passing.
- - -
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jared murmurs into his ear as they turn around to face the guests. His arm is around Jensen's waist, keeping his tugged against his side.
Jensen smiles up at him. "I think the wedding is supposed to be the easy part. It's what follows that's hard."
- - -
Jensen, who has his knees drawn up and is staring into the empty fireplace, shakes his head. "Not hungry."
"Jensen," Jared murmurs. "I know you don't feel like it right now, but you gotta eat a little. You'll make yourself sick if you don't."
He kneels down in front of Jensen, right in his eyeline, his hand cupping Jensen's shoulder. "Please?" he adds.
- - -
Jared is on top of Jensen, Jensen's legs wrapped around him and tangled with Jared's as Jared grinds down into him. His movements are hard and urgent, their kisses messy. Jensen feels dizzy, head spinning with so many emotions but he can't focus on anything but this, the pleasure and need and the feel of Jared's strong, hard body pinning him down onto the mattress.
- - -
"I don't think the thorns are really that dangerous," Jared replies lightly, meeting Jensen's eyes. He looks happy, pleased, and he holds up a cupped hand filled with blackberries. "Here."
Jensen picks a few from the top of the small pile and eats them. Then, in a spur of the moment, he takes he leans up and kisses Jared's cheek. "Thank you," he murmurs.
- - -
"I'm afraid everyone but my husband will have resist me anyway," Jensen retorts softly, while Jared leads him closer to the middle of the room where couples are dancing.
He pulls Jensen close, one hand sliding around Jensen's waist while he clasps the other with Jensen's. "What a lucky man," he murmurs into Jensen's ear as they start moving.
- - -
Smiling, Jensen traces his fingers down Jared's jawline, then lets his hand move back and trails the tips of his fingers over the curves horn.
"What are you doing?" Jared mumbles, not opening his eyes. Jensen jumps a little, but doesn't pull his hand back.
"Touching you," he replies, and Jared smiles. His eyes blink open slowly.
"Morning," he says softly and adds, "Husband."
- - -
it was great to draw again! :D