CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // December 1 - 15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People 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.
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Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in ( Read more... )
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Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in ( Read more... )
Without a ruler the entire country decayed. Ridden by guilty the prince vowed to his loved one to restore the beauty and glory of the kingdom.
The people saw how the love had changed the prince making him a noble honest man, and how the young consort was also kind and caring and started loving him too.
For years and years they loved each other and for years and years the kingdom grew, sadly by the time other real couples were blessed with babies the prince and his consort were still alone, since a pregnancy for males mates are hard and infrequent.
Doctors tried and tried but in the end they had to tell the couple that it were the prince, last of his line; who couldn’t have children.
The prince was devastated and didn’t want to tell his love, until the consort ran to him with a smile as bright as the sin announcing he was with child.
The prince kept a brave face for a while but this only meant one thing. - Jared closed the notebook when something outside called his attention. He heard voices out of the library, someone was fighting.
“Don’t do this please… you know I had no choice… ” That was Jensen’s voice.
“I love you, and I’ve only been with you, but - the sound of the opening door stopped Jared from hearing that part- you can’t actually say you trust me.”
“I’m sorry; I swear it was never my intention… I just…-”
“It’s not your fault. I just can’t stay here.” And Jared heard a sob.
“I’m sorry, I’m… I just-” the door closed and Jared got up and ran out.
He found Jensen leaning against the door, his clothes were wet and he was sobbing. Slowly he sank to the floor while desperate sobs left his body.
Jared couldn’t stop himself and ran to him. Without giving a second thought to the idea, he just scooped Jensen up and held him close to him.
Next thing Jared knew he was pulling Jensen’s shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Jensen’s lips were attached to his nipples and pulling his cock out of his jeans.
“Please, please…” he begged not knowing for what. He clutched the same rug he sat in front of the fire, and closed his eyes to stop coming right there before they get to the good part.
“I have you now, I won’t let you go…” mussed Jensen against his tight and Jared was about to ask when hot wet pressure pulled his cock into Jensen’s mouth. And he forgot his words.
Without missing a beat Jensen sucked and lapped on Jared while his callused fingers stretched him. Jared was moaning and gasping at the pressure on his prostate, it was like Jensen knew exactly what to do.
He looked up when fingers left him cold and empty and saw amazing green eyes, eyes that screamed home. The whine that left his mouth at the first blunt push of Jensen’s huge cock on his entrance made his partner growl.
“I love you…” mumbled Jensen and kissed Jared’s lips. While in one fast sharp push he was balls deep in him, it was so much better than, Jared gasped at the pressure and felt his cock twitch, it took him only seconds before he was coming.
Jensen kept moving, stimulating him until he was raw and sore but it felt so amazing that he just couldn’t tell him to stop. Finally when he was hard once more Jensen finally pushed deep and shoot his load in Jared, he was scared, they didn’t even think in a condom.
Jared was sure he backed out for a while out of pure pleasure. He woke up to Jensen pressed against him, his fingers playing idly with his puffy sore hole.
“G’morin.” He mumbled just to feel a kiss pressed on his skin and a groan of lust while he was filled once more. it burn and hurt a little and the sting woke him up, but he didn’t mind, this was far better than anything else, far better than his finest moments with Stephen or anyone before him.
Every lazy I love you from Jensen felt real and Jared just relaxed and surrendered to Jensen’s desires. It was warm and lazy and perfect after the first time, both of them wrapped in soft, warm blankets sharing breaths and body warmth.
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“Jared?!! Jared!! Where are you!! Jared!!! Jared!!” he moved fast to the door and called for him, and Jensen was there in a blink it was almost unnatural the speed in which Jensen cradled him in his arms. “I was afraid… Afraid you’d leave me.”
Jared felt bad knowing this must be about the guy that just left Jensen and it scared him a little also, because maybe Jensen was some kinds of Missery wanna be, especially because he can’t find anything more modern than a radio. No phone, no TV set, nothing. Still he couldn’t control the urge to reassure Jensen.
“I’m here, don’t worry…” without thinking and against his best judgment he kissed Jensen’s head and trusted into his arms the plate with sandwiches while he carried the coffee mugs to the living room.
Jensen was curled in the couch holding the notebook Jared started reading the day before, the French windows in the opposite wall showed the snow falling heavily. Jared moved close to Jensen and once sited his new lover covered both with an afghan.
“I was reading that.” Jared mumbled shyly.
“ Ugh no…” Jensen chuckled but his hand started idly caressing Jared’s shoulder. “ I wrote that, and is not good…”
Jared caressed Jensen’s arms, feeling the coarse yet soft hair over the freckled skin. “I like it, I want to know how it ends.”
“It’s the story of my mate and me, he left years ago… and the end is sad.”
“Really?” Jared looked up into the serious face of his new lover.
“Yeah, we loved each other dearly, but sometimes I can be a real ass.”
Jared moved and kissed Jensen once more. “I ruined things and then I lost him and our kid.”
“Things are gonna change now.” But Jared words were unheard; it was like Jensen was in a different place, as if he were not hearing or seeing him at all.
“That’s why I stayed here… after all this time… why I was here that night you- you…” Jensen let out a sigh. “I promised I’ll be here if he ever comes back or if he ever needs me.”
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Jared woke up at the sound of his name, and he felt compelled to run, Jensen was nowhere to be seen, maybe he was out because apparently the snow stopped during the night, he got up, put his discarded boots and gloves, took Jensen’s white soft scarf and ran out.
He ran past the cemetery and kept running until he saw people around his car. Misha was there and Vicky was crying, sure they thought he froze in the car or had no idea where he went.
“Misha!!!” he shouted running as fast as the soft snow allowed him. Just to see the ambulance and the people around him.
“He’s alive!!!” someone shouted and Jared gasped for air, he noticed the strange hand on him. It was like waking up from a dream until he was being tied to a gurney. Ne he couldn’t leave, not without saying good bye to Jensen.
“I was worried sick Jay” Vicky covered him with kisses and held him close while she kept crying.
“We heard your message two days ago Jared, but we had to wait until last night to start looking for you.” Misha Informed while holding his free hand. “As soon as I get to see Stephen the bastard is going to regret everything he’s done.”
He felt the paramedics hauling the gurney into the bus again and he freaked out.
“WAIT!! Jensen! I have to say good bye, he’d think I just left… like the other guy… PLEASE!!”
But nobody heard him and in minutes the ambulance was moving.
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A week passed until the weather and the doctor allowed Jared to travel and he went to Winchester looking for Jensen.
He parked near the old cemetery and walked to the house right in front, the house was the same, but something was off, he knocked and knocked and waited but nobody answered. Finally a police officer appeared next to him.
“Hello sir, looking for something?”
Jared turned and blinked at the old man in front of him. “Yes, I’m looking for the man who lived in this house.”
“OH too late kid, Mrs. Ackles passed away last winter, poor old coocoo never left the house, he was like a hundred and ten years old, his house is now a museum…” the man marched in front and opened the door. Jared entered and moved knowingly to the living room; saw the afghan and the rug near the fireplace.
“I can’t believe…” he found the journal placed on the coffee table
“Yeah, he never left this place until he was carried out straight to that lot right in front of the house” the guy pointed to the graveyard in front. “You can find a picture of him on that wall near the main staircase.” The police officer kept giving him details, when the house was built, materials and how expensive it was. Jared moved to the entry hall, his mouth slack when he saw the same painting on the wall,
“JR Ackles; Last heir of the Ackles family. no progeny known.”
And the small square covered in red velvet, his hand traveled to uncovered it and Jared gasped, if the guy in the picture had longer hair and you add the small mole Jared has on his left cheek it would be him. Under the small painting there was plate. J. P. J.R.’s mate 1912 - 1939, died while giving birth.
“Poor bastard. Nobody really knows his name, all we heard is that he was a kid when he met Ackles” the guy added. “Gossip around town said Ackles felt guilty for running him out of the house accusing him of cheating. That’s why he stayed here, said he’ll be here until the day his mate will be back.” The police officer sighed. “Hey! Look at that! You could be his clone! Are you a relative?” the guy turned and frowned. “Kid?”
Jared shook his head from side to side, something was off, he moved out, his heart was thundering in his ears and he felt sick. Everything was so clear in his head. His hands traveled to his neck where the soft worn wool scarf was wrapped, it had been Jensen’s.
He walked across the graveyard and stood there trying to breath, he bent over closed his eyes and when he opened them focusing in front of him he saw the headstone, where he leaned the night of the storm, right where he decided to give up. Jensen Ross Ackles. 1908 -2014.
“Oh My God.” He let out. Three months later when the white stick showed a pink plus sign.
The End
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Dear OP, hope you enjoy it, I'm sorry I've been working double shifts or I'd made a better and faster job.
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A very belated THANK YOU for this! (Real life stole me away.)
This was such a long, beautiful storytale! It was plotty and full to the brim with feels, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
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