CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // November 1-15

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This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PERSON PROMPTS. Persons from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.

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FILLED : HONORBOUND - 12/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[anonymous]

Jensen had put down his glass, shoving both fists into his trousers pockets. It angers him to have been considered the type of Alpha merely out to "plow every field to sow his seeds" and "have his cake and eat it, too". Maybe he had begun this silly adventure of his into companionships outside his Alpha duties with that very intention, but the last couple of years, he had started holding on much tighter to not let go. He found too many good, and great, Omegas having been shoved aside because of their "in-abilities" to perform as proper pack statuses. These Omegas were wrong for him in the position he held, and they were an improper breed to bring into the pack when not up to the Lead Alpha standards. It hurts to hear himself being lumped into the same category or same species of Alpha; he knows his Ex is aware he's not that kind of Alpha. "I never once treated you like a whore. How can you--?!?" He has to turn away briefly to collect himself, then spins around on one foot, back to the sub-zero freezer. "I care about you..." Jensen forces the effort to not used past tense when mentioning feelings, sometimes to let the Omegas know that he's not going to walk away unscathed by this rejection either.

As if Fate dealt this odd ending, the doorbell buzzes to echo in the silence between them.

"That must be your cue to exit...Now!"

Jensen moves toward his glass again, downing the rest of the Champagne, then puts his empty next to the full glass still bubbling on the counter. He wants one last moment before he concedes the loss, able to move on to an odd grieving process he feels when he has to walk away, behaving and "acting" like an Alpha of his breeding. He secretly swoops in to sneak a sloppy kiss on the cheek, able to slide down to the exposed neck as the head turns to avoid lips connecting. "---I will miss your scent an' your heat--" He doesn't know how he managed not to take out his clenched hands and hold the tiny waist to bring their bodies flush--just one last...something so he can feel a sensation akin to real life, real emotion, before he gives it all up for forced everything.

"Stop...Jen..." The Ex chokes on the familiar attempt of Jensen's to seduce him into submission; he knows how easily he can cave with the right words and action.

Jensen keeps his face tucked into the neck, famous for nuzzling and nudging with cheek and head, trailing his affections with a light laugh of elation and ecstasy. "---M'even gonna miss all that time spent cleaning you up after our intense fucks and knottings..."

"ASSHOLE!" The Ex finally turns his head to nip gently at Jensen's ear, the only way he could ever get Jensen to climb off him and behave docile and calm, even if it had only been for a few seconds of reprieve from the severity of their joined bodies.

Jensen chuckles deeply, stumbling back as he rubs at the same earlobe he had been nipped on by his Ex more times than he could count. He soothes the small sting, using the motion as a mild comfort as he feels the awesome sense of what is no longer his to have, their's to share. He slides a quick side-glance, then dips in quickly to peck their lips, then starts walking back the way he had come in.

New Old Boyfriend transfers from doorbell rings to a hand knocking.

"Be nice, Jen!" The Ex attempts to keep up behind Jensen. "He's one of the Good Guys. Don't you dare fuck this up for me." On purpose, Jensen stops, making their bodies collide and impact. The Ex is still barking his random requests over Jensen's shoulder, trying to fit talk fast in the last few seconds of time alone. "You owe me that, at least."

Jensen walks to the door, pauses, shakes his shoulders, then hangs his head. He decides to be on his best behavior; his hand reaches for the door handle...

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FILLED : HONORBOUND - 13/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[anonymous]

Jared had written down one phone number to memorize, having gone to the locker along the wall of the town's bus terminal. He had refused the use of his father's plane to fly home, choosing the longer time and route of a bus ride home, so he could ponder what he would be stepping into shortly. He had some idea he would be under his family's radar and his bus ticket would bring him into town so early in the morning that nobody would be awake to hound him. He liked his peace and quiet, the solace of solitude, the ability to think on his own without voices in his head--"voices" clearly being the duties and rules he knew and understood of being the proper Omega, the proper Omega to a rich and important Lead Alpha.

He had telephoned from the first bus terminal in the next populated city; he didn't want any contact made from the smaller town just outside the monastery grounds. He wanted to reach his Contact in time to give the details of his route home, and when exactly he'd be rolling into the downtown bus terminal of his hometown. He had been promised that no one would come with his contact, that they would drive a car or a rent a taxi. He had planned on getting back home, having a decent bath and then crashing for half-a-day - twelve to fourteen hours. He wanted to be ready for a confrontation, with a clear head, for what he had to face. Even his first few hours of traveling, Jared knew his strange cat-naps against the window were putting him in the mood for a crash-and-land once he found steady equilibrium and a soft bed, softer sheets and warm blankets.

He had shocked himself that he traveled so effortlessly, acclimating back into the secular world as if he hadn't been gone for two years. Trouble was, the more buses he had taken, the deeper he became immersed in the memories of old city-life - the urban jungle that he had dealt with in his pup and cub years. All that time away, and he was already nauseous and dizzy. Too many heats and scents, and way-too much noise pollution. It was just nothing but emptiness and less authenticity than the natural sights and sounds of Mother Nature, honing natural abilities and instincts, instead of the humanizations of pack and pack life into the human world Weres had now become a part of by choice. Adapt or die trying.

Jared actually missed the quiet, unobstructed life of the Brotherhood--ached for it like he had been doing for home all these years. What a confusing predicament. Right when Life had jumped back into focus, right into family and pack Dos and Don'ts, Jared suddenly wanted that sedimentary singular environment again, where he was in control and answered only to a higher calling. A selfless calling.

This could be seen as the same thing, right? Except Jared knew exactly who he had to answer to and obey. Hopefully, he would be given a choice and not an ultimatum. And maybe the situation wasn't dire or emergent as Jeffrey's letter had made it seem.

It wasn't until Jared got into the heart of San Antonio that he had begun to feel the butterflies in his stomach, moving around in excited anticipation. He wanted to believe that his return had nothing to do with him being an Omega and simply that the family - meaning, father, mother and sister - had truly missed him as much as he had agonized for them. That they wanted him home, warm in their embraces, not needing explanations he couldn't give or ones they didn't want to hear.

FILLED : HONORBOUND - 14/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[anonymous]

He stands outside of the bus terminal, barely-filled backpack slung over his shoulders, his hands tucked under the thick straps like a little boy lost waiting for his Daddy or Mommy. When Jared had left home [ escaped home? ], he had packed only essentials in his school bag, items that would get him to the small town in the valley, a few miles outside of the sacred grounds of the monastery. Everything materialistic went inside that bag when he entered the huge carved doors: watch, pack ring, money, his I.D., and a cell phone. He had stored it all in the backpack inside the locker he had rented two years ago. He even had the same civilian clothes he had shown up in, which now made him very ashamed and uncomfortable as each item was extremely tight and small. He looked, and felt, awkward--like a Giant in little kid clothing. Nobody was paying him any attention except for the patrolling officer who sometimes guarded the entrance of the terminal to look for suspicious passengers and wanted fugitives.

When Jared spots the shiny luxury sedan - all black lacquer with polished silver trim and tinted windows, he swears under breath, having some idea that one of his father's drivers or bodyguards sat behind the wheel. But as he watches the car's passenger side skirt the curved curb, then come to a jarring halt, he knows no one but his Contact is inside to meet him--thank god!

The driver side door shoots wideopen and the familiar dark blond head pops out, looking around to locate a face in the crowd.

"Evaline!" Jared calls out once, in a precise and bellowing baritone.

Evaline immediately spins her head, shock registering on her features. She slams her door shut, leaving the car engine idling as she scrambles around the hood to jump onto the sidewalk as Jared meets her halfway, both of them moving into a quick embrace. As they pull apart, she can't stop looking over at how much her spouse's son has grown, and how truly striking his features are being prominently displayed. She cups his face. "God! Look at you! You don't even look like yourself from--what?--has it almost been 3yrs?"

"Would've been, in 4 months, yes." Jared dips his head, feeling even more awkward. He knew he'd been imposing in his Brotherhood robes and growing another inch or two to tower over everyone, but he had always believed it was in a "spiritual" sense, rather than something to do with features and appearance. Yet another thing about city life he had to slip back into, being stared at for how attractive and pleasing he'd look to Alphas.

Evaline can't get over how sharp Jared's jaw and chin had become, and how chiseled and muscular his upper body and long torso was. "I didn't know if you had regular clothes with you, so I packed you an outfit." She allows her hands to give a slight soothing motion over the tightness of the material on his body, how it doesn't wrinkle or drape in a loose-fit, but rather pulls taut and rides high to show some skin. She was afraid he'd outgrown some clothes, but...she had no idea he would look as out of place in his own clothing as he did. "It's from when my brother stayed with me. I had assumed you would barely fit in them since he's such a big brute, never realized how much you'd change." Evaline caresses his cheek as a dear mother would, then busses a kiss on the stubbled skin. "Come on. Let's get you out of the chilly air and into some warmth." She lets her left hand and arm attempt to hook up and around his broad shoulders; she's a bit overpowered by his radiating heat, that strong scent of male Omega. It all makes her want to hug tight and nuzzle, but she's grateful for the space Jared allows her when he's usually skittish.

Jared slips off his backpack, holding it in his hand. She opens the passenger door and he throws the bag to the floorboard, hearing a soft "coo" from the backseat. He dips his head in, noticing the male pup buckled into a carseat; he isn't a newborn and he doesn't look quite two years old. "Who's this little one?" Already his heart is pitter-pattering to pick up the pup. He nervously turns to look at Evaline behind him.

FILLED : HONORBOUND - 15/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[anonymous]

"I'm sorry, Jared, I had to bring him. He's quite restless right now at this stage." Evaline touches the small of Jared's back, able to feel the nervous shivering strumming through his body. She has some idea he's boiling with anger and tension, not fully aware of his love for the smaller pack members and giving them every bit of his affection and time.

Jared shuts the passenger door, all smiles as he moves down to open the back door. "I'm not upset, Eva. Actually...I'm quite relieved." He starts tucking his left leg in to show he will be sitting back here with the pup. "Mind if I ride next to him?"

To say she was stunned would be mild. Evaline slowly nods her head in silence as she clears her throat. She already knows Jared might like this next fact. "He's one of your many new brothers" She watches in awe as Jared just sits and stares, simply offering the pup his big paw to touch, taste and scent, hoping not to scare and send him into fits of huge tears. She should stop talking but she wants him to know more. "Your father took in 2 Omegas. He's one of their pups."

Jared tamps down his inner rage, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I'm sorry, Eva."

"What? Are you kidding me?" Evaline nearly snorts with laughter. "Having them both be young and 'in-love'--they distract Sean enough so I'm not always in gestation."

"Except this time." Jared had felt the slight bulge when Evaline had hugged him. She looms over him, both her arms raised: one on the roof and one on the top of the open door. Jared reaches up to cup and palm the small mound of her belly. "How far along?"

Evaline rolls her eyes. "3-and-change." She covers her hand over Jared's big, strong one, letting him feel the growing fetus. "So sue me. I can't deny my nature as an Omega. I love my Alpha, despite what a--well, what an a-hole Alpha Sean can be." Evaline gives the hand a squeeze before she shuts the door on Jared, once she knew all limbs were in and his body was buckled in. She wanders around the back of the car, opens the trunk and takes out the bag of clothes she'd gathered, then shuts the lid of the trunk. Evaline looks both ways before she slides up the car's bodywork to the driver door, opens it to plop down inside, throwing Jared the bag she had brought. "Have you eaten?"

"No. I've been kind of running on nervous energy."

It was 2:36am, on a Tuesday.

"I know an all-night diner open near here. You can get changed and have some food in your belly." Evaline doesn't want to take Jared straight home yet. She feels like a protective wolf-mother to her cub; she can't force Jared to be somewhere he had escaped from without making him very aware of what he was about to walk in on. If the pack wasn't giving him a "choice", she would be the one to at least give him a heads up.

"I don't want anyone to know I'm home. Will you be able to keep me hidden for a day or so?"

Evaline spins around, arm along the seat as she looks over at Jared. "Your father received word tonight that you never met the jet at the airport." She gives a little frown. "You were the main topic of discussion at dinner tonight."

Jared blows quick air through his nostrils, stifling a laugh. "I sure I am. All of them want to get their hands on me, bend my ear, first." He swivels his head to look at Evaline. "Are you planning on telling me what I'm really here for?"

"Why do you think I'm willing to scarf a late-night meal down your throat. I know how your moods improve once you smell food."

FILLED : HONORBOUND - 16/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[anonymous]

Jared laughs, quick and painless, reaching out to squeeze Evaline's shoulder in reassurance. She's the only one of his pack who knew him best. Well, who knew the Omega he had been, up until two years ago. He had been in little-to-no contact with his own mother, often using Evaline as his touchstone. He had stopped writing fairly early-on in his seclusion---days and nights of holy worship and prayer, the self-sacrificing didn't leave much space for anything else. He could never take the chance one of his immediate family would figure he and Evaline were linked. It was on his lips to deeply apologize for putting Evaline in this position, but the thing about her was that she understood Jared too well. She had even understood why he had to leave home and seek "something else", something tangible that had been his own, of his own choosing.

He had learned quickly that he had simply given up one shackle for yet another---this one a little more dangerously harming to his physical and mental states. In the years of monastery life, he had watched other Weres succumb, blindly handing over their wolf-sides to be "one" with their higher calling, which had ended slotting perfectly into The Brotherhood's wishes. Jared had discovered he wasn't that devoted to his God, or whomever his higher being had been. He had actually become more independent and self-reliant, finding out that he was waiting for the one day his family, his...pack would call for his inevitable return.

The fact remained, it had been Jeffrey Morgan who had to do the bidding. This spoke volumes that Jared's parents and sister were possibly less enthusiastic about him coming home. He had tons of questions to ask Evaline, and he hoped she kept an open-mind of being blatantly honest with him, like she had always been.

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Jensen tightens the waist-belt of his seat buckle as he settles in his family jet's interior, pressing a button to recline backward and shut his eyes in some peace and quiet.

What a whirlwind of the past few days for him before today, traveling to his intended spouse's family home to prepare for the nuptials.

Jensen swivels his head to enjoy the view out the window flittering by. He's restless, like a pup; not only for the marriage ceremony and the night of consummation, but whom he would actually be wedded to.

His father and his father's office staff hadn't wanted to trouble Jensen with too much detail. He'd always been adept at paying close attention to the ways scents and heats shifted and morphed around him, the way body language spoke louder than words--coupled with the whispers of secrets kept hidden, Jensen had learned in his early cub years that surface information was never to be trusted, especially when he was told outright to his face. His expectations always lowered when there were scrambled whispers of gossip trailing behind members of his pack. He already knew a big change had occurred with whom he would be wedded to, but he had been unable to get specifics.

FILLED : HONORBOUND - 17/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[anonymous]

What he had deduced was the female Beta being handed to him had a twin, except the twin was an Omega. It was a rare occurrence that twins were of different pack statuses, which spoke of certain shifts in breeding--that there would be more than one difference about the twins. They could be "non-identical"; they could be of different sexes. A multitude of possibilities cropped into Jensen's brain, things he had hated speculating on when he was about to be married to the eldest cub of Lead Alpha, Sean Padalecki.

Jensen fears the worst. The reason for the secrets being kept and the hush-hush whispers around him. This new intended spouse was a worse offense than the female Beta. He sighs through his nostrils, scratching at his stubbled cheek. He doesn't know why but even the hustling and bustling around him, to protect him from further, differing knowledge than he already knew had Jensen feeling a bit calmer. He had been dreading the single choice of female Beta, resigning as second Alpha son to embrace whatever mate came his way, despite personal preference for a type of mate. Now there were rumors of an "option"--a ridiculous one, maybe.

As Alpha in this arrangement, he had a certain power and control to wield. He would arrive in San Antonio set on wedding the oldest, marriage-age offspring of his father's newest business partner. They were twins, the same age, but for a few minutes of separation to birth order. Still, Jensen had the option to choose one. He felt bad for his intended spouse who really has no choice in the matter but to accept his bidding.

What must it feel like to be in competition for an arranged marriage and mating none of the parties involved truly wished for?

Jensen had taken his regimen of suppressors alloted to him, readying his body mentally and physically for the wedding night--his first as Alpha in his own right to his own mate, his own spouse. He had heard that this predicament would also make him highly fertile, probably high-strung and passionate, too. He wasn't being forced to produce an heir right away, but he did have to perform, stake his claim and make his mate a part of him. They would begin building their own pack that very night.

Trouble was, Jensen had always had control of that end of the choice, whom to take to his bed. Now he had been stripped of that freedom and was gambling on his intended spouse being as pleasing in his bed as all other lovers had been.

He shuts his eyes again, this time for good, and finally sleeps with some form of peace settling in his mind.

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Re: FILLED : HONORBOUND - 17/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[anonymous]

(OP) Wow, great setup you've got here! Thanks so much, can't wait to read more.

Re: FILLED : HONORBOUND - 17/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[anonymous]

I loved it! please more:)

Re: FILLED : HONORBOUND - 17/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[awen_1]

Oh I want more this is really interesting!

Re: FILLED : HONORBOUND - 17/? - Request: Jared/Jensen, knotting, arranged marriage, a/b/o

[melitta4ever]

Wow! I can't wait to see what happens next.