FiercelyNormal

Fic: Two of Us (SPN, Dean Jr. POV, G, 889 words)

fiercelynormal — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 23:27:31 GMT

Title: Two of Us
Rating: G
Word count: 889
Summary: My father was the best man I've ever known.

A/N: I've been out of SPN fandom for years now, but that finale just brought back everything I loved about the show and I suddenly had the urge to write again. Who knew?! Unbeta'd trash. Title from the song by Louis Tomlinson.

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Now

I gave him a hunter’s funeral. He was so thin and frail that moving his body by myself was easy. It shouldn’t have been a shock; I’ve been caring for him throughout this last difficult year of his illness but even then when the moment came I still had a hard time associating that wasted frame with the larger than life man who was my father.

I didn’t ask anyone to attend. He had plenty of people who would have come - would have been honored to have been there. Alex, Claire, Patience - I attended Jody and Donna’s funerals a few years back, and I know they all loved Dad; they would have come. My girlfriend, Sarah. Any of the wide assortment of hunters he helped over the years with supplies, rough field medic services, or acting as a reference check for alibis and the like. They liked him, were grateful to him. But I wanted to do this last thing for him alone.

It’s always been the two of us. Even though he left “the life” as he always called it, when he decided to raise me, he had gotten used to being alone. And though Dad was naturally friendly and empathetic, he never really let people in. He let me in though. He once said that finding me on his last hunt was the best thing that had happened to him since...well, he never did say since what, but I knew.

I never met my uncle, my namesake. He’d been dead for years by the time Dad found baby me on his last hunt. I saw pictures though; how could I not when they graced the walls and mantel of our home my entire life. I learned about him through stories Dad would tell me, through conversations I’d overhear with Donna and Jody, through throwaway comments that peppered Dad’s conversation. “Dean would have loved this,” Dad would say. Or, “Dean would have said that guy was a douchebag.” Even though I never met him, he was so real and present in our lives it was like he was always there.

I don’t know what it was like for my dad and his brother growing up. Dad tended to avoid conversations about his life before he started hunting with my uncle, though of course I know the bones of it. But I know it created a bond between them that made other relationships almost extraneous. I know they’d had friends, shared friends and friends of their own - even a real life angel and fuck was I jealous of that when I found out. But mostly they just had each other, and they were happy that way, he said.

In some ways my own relationship with Dad was the same. He didn’t tell me about the...unnatural things in the world until I was old enough to keep things to myself, but he raised me alone. Taught me how to camp, how to tie my shoes, how to throw a baseball, how to solve a differential calculus equation. He taught me to look for the good in people. He taught me other things - like how to kill a vampire, or a striga, or a hundred other unnatural creatures, but only in the abstract. “Just in case,” he’d say. He gave me my grandfather’s journal on my eighteenth birthday (along with a banged up Chevy Equinox and a trip to the tattoo parlour) to round out my education, but I could tell he hoped I’d never have to join the “family business” for real. I keep the journal in an old cedar box, now with Dad’s watch - originally that other Dean’s watch - that he wore my whole life. I’ll add to it, I’m sure, as I pack up the house and find little keepsakes of our life that I don’t want to let go of.

But as close as we always were, and as happy as I know he was in with our little family, with our home, I always knew there was a hole in Dad’s life. I don’t know if siblings can be soulmates (or if there even is such a thing) but if not they must have been the closest thing to it. Even Jody and Donna commented on it from time to time. And he’d get this faraway look in his eyes sometimes, and I knew he was thinking about that other Dean, and that his hurt at losing him never left him in all those years.

That look was in his eyes a lot this last year. Sometimes the meds would make him confused and I’m not sure exactly who he was seeing when he looked at me. Which Dean. I guess it doesn’t matter; I know he loved us both, and as long as he was happy in those moments, I didn’t mind.

My dad was the best man I’ve ever known. I’m still trying to adjust to not having him in my life. At least I have what most people don’t - not just belief, but the absolute knowledge that there is an afterlife, and that Dad is up there in heaven right now, with his brother. That he’s complete and happy, and that I’ll see him again someday. It made letting him go so much easier.

— Dean Winchester

Gifs?

fiercelynormal — Sat, 03 Sep 2016 06:32:03 GMT

It's been so long since I did more than a random gif at once I almost forgot how! Anyway, the Season 11 Gag Reel was put on YouTube and so I was moved to make a few gifs - I used to gif the whole thing but these days the lovely tumblr people get the gifs out lickety-split so I don't have to! Here's a few moments I needed gifs for though.

Fic: Body Sweet Like Sugar (Jared/Jensen, NC-17)

fiercelynormal — Tue, 01 Mar 2016 01:16:53 GMT

Title: Body Sweet Like Sugar
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6300
Warnings: Underage (Jensen is 14), knotting, elements of dubcon, rimming, comeplay, mentions of mpreg

Summary: When the Alpha of the Greenbriar Pack dies suddenly, Jared Padalecki gets more than he expected in his friend's will.

Author's Notes: I wrote this years ago for spn_xmas under another name. Figured I'd post it here so all my stories are in one place!

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“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

The words echoed with finality over the large congregation standing around the open grave. The end of a life. The end of an era, really. Robert Ackles was the last Alpha of the Greenbriar Pack, his only heir too young to take on the role of leader, confessor, and protector that was so critical to Pack life. Rumor had it Jensen wouldn’t have succeeded his father anyway: it was an open secret within the Texas Packs that the boy was born an omega, not the Alpha his Pack so desperately needed. And though weres could no longer fully take the forms of their spirit animals, they were still close enough in temperament that Pack dynamics were part of their very natures, and they would obey none but a true Alpha.

Jared Padalecki knew he should be mourning, and indeed a part of him was. Robert Ackles had been an ally, a fair man who had stood by Jared seven years ago when he had ascended to Alpha of the Richardson pack at the young age of twenty, having defeated all challengers when the old Alpha had died. Robert had been a friend and mentor, but although he would miss the man deeply, Jared couldn’t help but feel a surge of cold satisfaction at the thought that, with his passing, the Greenbriar Pack and all its holdings would be absorbed into Jared’s own. And best of all, he wouldn’t even have to fight for it, as would normally happen when a Pack was left without an Alpha. No, thanks to Robert’s will, he was simply going to mate for it.

Jared turned his head slightly and looked down at the blond boy standing next to him. At barely fourteen, Jensen was thin and small, still a few growth spurts away from reaching his full potential. Charming caramel-colored freckles dotted his nose and cheeks, and his clear green eyes shimmered with tears that he proudly refused to let fall. Despite his preoccupation with the political and economic windfall that had just come his way, Jared spared a twinge of sympathy for the boy. Now an orphan, he’d lost his one remaining parent, his home, and his freedom within the space of a week. Jared didn’t know what he was supposed to do with such a young omega for a mate, but surely it wouldn’t hurt him to show the kid some kindness.

Gently folding his arm around Jensen’s frail-looking shoulders, Jared pulled him close to his side as the Greenbriar Pack began to disperse from the gravesite, nodding in deference to their soon-to-be new Alpha as they passed. Jared absently noted the shaking of Jensen’s small frame as they stood there, more focused on studying the men and women who would be part of his own Pack, as soon as he claimed Jensen as his mate. That thought finally brought his attention fully to the boy. His face pale and drawn, Jensen was clearly reaching the last of his control. Jared felt a brief surge of undeserved pride that his soon-to-be mate had not shamed himself by wailing over his father’s grave in front of his Pack.

“Come on, Jensen,” Jared said, making his voice as gentle as he could. “Let’s get you home.” At first he didn’t understand why his words made Jensen tense even more, but then he realized what the boy was thinking.

“Relax, kid, I’m not going to claim you tonight. Only a monster would claim his mate on the day of his father’s funeral.” And despite what his enemies may call him, Jared was no monster. Besides, though the young boy was pretty in a way that Jared could definitely appreciate on a purely physical level, Jared had known him since he was a young child and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to see past that when the time came to claim him.

Jared steered Jensen towards his car and nudged him into the passenger seat. He didn’t attempt conversation, knowing Jensen wasn’t likely to want to talk. In the past, Jensen had always been eager to come hang around when Jared visited Roger. In fact he’d pretty obviously had a crush on Jared, but since the will was read he hadn’t had much to say to Jared at all.

Jared couldn’t blame him; he imagined it sucked finding out that everything you’d expected to inherit from your father had gone to someone else, someone not even of the same Pack. And then to be told you were going to have to mate with that person on top of it? Jared knew if the same thing had happened to him he’d probably have killed the guy, but then Alphas were quite different from omegas. Jensen was far too tender-hearted to try to kill Jared over this, for which Jared was grateful – he wasn’t worried Jensen could hurt him but he didn’t want to have to be constantly on his guard, either.

Pulling up to the Ackles’ - Padalecki’s now - sprawling ranch house, Jared parked in the drive and guided Jensen inside toward the kitchen. Nudging Jensen onto a bar stool at the large island counter, he moved toward the large stainless steel Sub-Zero fridge.

“Want something to eat?” he asked over his shoulder. “You haven’t eaten a thing today as far as I could tell.” There had been refreshments between the service and the interment but Jensen hadn’t even looked towards the food or punch. Jared wasn’t sure if anyone had thought to make sure the boy had eaten in the days since his father died in a car accident.

Jensen shook his head mutely and kept his head down, his eyes on his hands which were restlessly twisting together as if not sure what to grasp onto. Jared sighed, feeling a surge of unbidden sympathy for the kid. Pulling some cheese and grapes from the fridge he fixed a plate up for Jensen and set it in front of him along with a glass of milk.

“Come on, Jensen, try to eat a little, ok? You’ll make yourself sick.” Jared nudged the plate closer to Jensen, and with a small sigh the boy picked up a slice of cheddar and delicately nibbled a corner. Jared’s eyes drifted unbidden towards Jensen’s generous lips as he licked them free of a stray crumb. Uncomfortable, he looked away and gazed around the kitchen, seeing the large room with its gleaming appliances, granite countertops and rich-looking tile work with new eyes. Jared had been in this kitchen countless times, but now it belonged to him. As did the boy next to him. Or they would, soon enough.

After Jensen had eaten a couple slices of cheese and a handful of grapes, he pronounced himself full and excused himself to go to bed. Jared stayed up, taking care of some business emails and phone calls, before eventually making his way to one of the spare bedrooms down the hall from Jensen’s. He might be inches from owning the house now, but even someone as self-possessed as Jared would feel awkward sleeping in Robert’s bed on the day of his funeral.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Jared heard the muffled sound of sobs coming from Jensen’s bedroom. Normally he would ignore the sounds and leave a person to their private grief, but for some reason the thought of Jensen all alone in his room crying made Jared’s chest hurt. He was a bit surprised, frankly, since enough people had called him a cold-hearted bastard that he’d just assumed it was the truth.

Jared slipped out of his bedroom, wearing only the boxer-briefs he’d gone to bed in, and cautiously pushed open Jensen’s door. Jensen was huddled under the covers, clearly trying to be quiet as he cried for the loss of his entire world. Jared moved to the bed and sat down on the edge, putting a hand on Jensen’s shoulder and stroking gently. The little omega would be soothed by touch, he knew.

“It’s going to be okay, Jensen,” Jared murmured softly, rubbing soothing circles over Jensen’s back and shoulders as he spoke, “You’re not alone. You’re okay.”

Jensen went stiff as a board for a moment before he turned to face Jared and began sobbing harder, as if he couldn’t control himself any longer. Jared froze for a moment then swiftly scooped Jensen up into his arms, blankets and all, and settled him across his lap, rocking him slightly to soothe him. Jensen buried his hot, wet face in Jared’s neck and cried until his sobs dwindled down to soft hiccups. After several minutes Jared looked down to see Jensen’s puffy eyes closed, his face finally peaceful as he drifted toward sleep.

Jared slid Jensen off his lap and onto the bed and turned to make his way back to his own bedroom. Suddenly Jensen’s hand snapped out and latched around Jared’s wrist, holding him tightly.

“Don’t leave me,” Jensen pleaded, his voice ragged from crying. “Please…I-I don’t want to be alone.”

Jared hesitated a moment, before straightening the blankets over Jensen and then lifting a corner to slide underneath. Jensen’s body, hot and sweaty from crying, snuggled close to Jared and the boy rested his head on Jared’s chest. Jared lay stiffly for a moment before his arms enfolded Jensen and he held him close as the young omega finally drifted to sleep, Jared following shortly afterwards.

He woke up hours later, half-remembered dreams lingering in his head. He could feel the heat of Jensen’s body still pressed against his own nearly naked one, and he felt his cock begin to fill. He couldn’t believe he was getting turned on by someone so young. But just because he was turned on didn’t mean he had to do anything about it, right? Easing his conscience with that line of reasoning, Jared eventually dropped back off to sleep.

~~~

A couple weeks later, Jared and Jensen were eating breakfast in the kitchen. Or rather, Jensen was eating; Jared was on the phone trying to keep his temper as he dealt with one Pack issue after another. While his own Pack was adjusting pretty well to having their Alpha farther away from their territory than they were used to, the former Greenbriar Pack was starting to get restless.

“I may not be your Alpha yet, but I will be soon, so do as I tell you!” Jared spat and ended the call, tossing his phone onto the table with a clatter. Jensen’s eyes, always watchful, were fixed on Jared with a look Jared couldn’t identify.

“Why was Dave mad?” Jensen asked, and Jared had to remind himself that Jensen was part of the Greenbriar pack, too; of course he knew everyone in it, better than Jared himself did.

“It’s nothing,” Jared said, trying to change the subject. “You want any more of that bacon?”

Jensen wasn’t going to be distracted though. “He doesn’t treat you like an Alpha. He knows we aren’t mated yet.”

Jared was impressed with Jensen’s perception. It was true that Dave and the other Greenbriars were resisting Jared’s authority; by the terms of Robert’s will the Greenbriar Pack only became Jared’s after he mated Jensen, and not a minute before. Jared had been hoping that the fact that he was living with Jensen was enough, but weres were instinctual creatures, closer to their spirit animals than they sometimes liked to admit. Simply put, Jensen didn’t smell mated. Jared knew that the Pack had given them a few days grace to give Jensen some time to mourn his father, but that grace period seemed to be coming to an end.

“You have to claim me,” Jensen said calmly. His clear gaze never wavered, and Jared marveled that such a normally shy boy could be so direct about this. And it’s not like Jared didn’t want to claim Jensen. Despite his early fears that having known Jensen since he was a child would make it harder to see him as a mate, the last couple weeks had quickly set him straight.

Every night Jensen insisted on sleeping with Jared, saying he didn’t want to be alone. And every night Jared lay awake for hours in an agony of need, feeling that small body tucked against his in the dark. He felt like the worst pervert but Jensen slept so soundly that Jared had found he could release his tension a bit by rubbing his hard cock against Jensen’s ass as the boy slept. Not trying to penetrate – he did have some scruples, fucked up as they may be – just sliding just the tip of his cock against Jensen’s crack, covered only by a thin pair of boxers. A couple of times he thought he could feel Jensen pressing back against him, but he was sure he’d just imagined that in the heat of the moment.

Jared looked into Jensen’s expectant eyes and tried to explain himself. “Jensen, I wanted to give you some time to adjust. I didn’t want to rush you.”

“Nobody’s going to recognize you as Alpha until you claim me, Jared. You have to, for the good of the Pack.” And goddamn it, he was right. But maybe there was something Jared could do to buy some time. Not giving himself the chance to change his mind, he stood up from his chair.

“You know what? You’re right. Get on your knees.” Jared ordered. He was floored when Jensen didn’t hesitate. But he wasn’t going to question it either; two weeks of nearly constant erections was apparently his limit. He wanted this more than he was prepared to admit, and Jensen had just handed him the perfect excuse to take it. He thumbed the button on his dress slacks open and pulled down the zipper down over his cock, which was already halfway hard. Looking at Jensen’s smooth upturned face and his plump lips brought him to full erection, and he damned himself even as he knew he wasn’t going to stop.

“Lick me,” he said, his voice rough with repressed need. “Just this, Jensen, nothing more.” Not yet.

Jensen slid his tongue out from his lips and touched it curiously to the tip of Jared’s cock. Jared cut off a moan at that first soft touch and clenched his fingers against the urge to grip Jensen’s head and shove himself balls-deep down the boy’s throat. Jensen’s eyes flew up to his at the small sound. When he would have pulled away Jared cupped the back of his head gently.

“It’s good, baby. You’re doing real good.”

Reassured, Jensen re-applied himself to his task, covering Jared’s hard cock with soft little kitten licks. Jared didn’t know how long he’d be able to stand the teasing; he’d gone unsatisfied too long. But he wanted to enjoy it for just a few minutes longer.

“Want to try to suck the head, Jensen?” he asked. He wasn’t going to push it if Jensen seemed at all unwilling, but the boy’s eyes darkened and he nodded eagerly and then Jared’s cock head was engulfed in the wet heat of Jensen’s mouth. Jensen didn’t try to take more, probably wouldn’t have been able to even if he tried, but he brought his hands up and wrapped them around the rest of Jared’s shaft, squeezing almost too tightly in his inexperience.

Jensen sucked lightly on the head, his sinful lips pillowing Jared’s cock. His hands slid restlessly, almost unconsciously, up and down the shaft, stroking the knot that was beginning to form at the base. Jared clenched his fingers in the boy’s hair but he didn’t push, held himself perfectly still to absorb every moment of the torturously soft sucking. It was obviously Jensen’s first time doing this, and the sweet, awkward innocence turned Jared on far more than he’d ever expected it would.

The pleasure became so intense that suddenly Jared was worried he would frighten Jensen if he couldn’t control himself. Deciding to end this quickly he pulled back, gripped his shaft and started stripping it, entranced by the intent look on Jensen’s face as he watched and continued to lick at the velvety-soft head of Jared’s cock whenever it was close enough to his lips.

The sight of that little pink tongue flicking at his cock finally pushed Jared over the edge. With a muffled shout he came, eliciting a surprised squeak from Jensen as his face was suddenly striped with streaks of white come. It was the hottest thing Jared had ever seen, his come dripping slowly down Jensen’s smooth, freckled cheeks and into the swollen curve of his lower lip. Jared slowly dragged the head of his softening cock over the boys’ face, smearing wet trails of his semen into pale, freckled skin, covering him in Jared’s scent. Marking him, in a way that all of their kind would recognize.

Jensen’s tongue came out and curiously swiped up a few drops from his lips. When he closed his eyes and moaned, Jared swiped more up on the edge of his finger and fed it to Jensen, smiling when the boy chased his finger, seeking more. Jared continued until the boy’s face was wiped clean, and when Jensen gave a disappointed pout that there was no more Jared pulled him up into his arms. Jensen wrapped his coltish legs around the older man’s waist and Jared backed into his chair and sat down with the teen straddling his lap.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” Jared asked, and Jensen nodded shyly. Jared bent his head and took Jensen’s lips with his own and delved his tongue into the boy’s mouth, relishing the taste of himself there. When Jensen wriggled impatiently against him Jared slipped a hand between them and covered the omega’s hard cock with his hand. Jensen shook and within seconds Jared felt a spreading warmth under his palm. He held it there until Jensen stopped shaking and then wrapped both arms around the boy’s shoulders as Jensen pulled away from the kiss and rested his head on Jared’s shoulder. Jared’s arms tightened around him and they sat there in contented silence for long minutes.

Jared had only meant to mark the omega, get his scent on the boy as evidence of Jared’s impending claim on him and the Greenbriar Pack, but he found he was enchanted by his young soon-to-be-mate. How the hell had that happened?

~~~

After he marked Jensen, the Greenbriar Pack seemed somewhat more accepting of Jared. They didn’t treat him like he was Alpha yet, but every Pack needs a leader and they were willing to let him take control of some things in order to keep order. He was able to work with the Pack enough to get a handle on the most urgent needs, like ensuring that the most critical bills were paid and that the most pressing disputes were settled. He chose a new beta to act as his lieutenant in Pack matters, since Robert’s own beta had died decades before and he’d never chosen to replace him. With two Packs to run there was no way Jared would have the time to oversee every detail, so a beta was definitely needed. He chose a young, strong male named Christian, who had been very close to Robert.

Christian was well-liked by the other Greenbriars, and his scent held none of the edge of resentment and fear that a few of the other young men had. It was only natural that some of the men resented him, Jared figured; a new Alpha was a huge unknown and although Jared treated his own Pack with paternalistic love and respect, most outsiders only knew of his reputation for ruthlessness and cunning when dealing with those foolish enough to cross him.

Christian wasn’t afraid, though, and when Jared asked him why one day as they were going over the week’s itinerary together, Christian explained that Robert always talked about how fair Jared was, and that he was only violent and aggressive in defense of his Pack. Christian figured that was a mark of a good Alpha, and he was honored to serve as Jared’s beta. Jared was flattered to learn that Robert had thought so highly of him.

Having Christian around really helped smooth the way for Jared with the Greenbriars, and he was able to handle the everyday dealings of both the Greenbriar Pack and his own Richardson Pack with relative ease. If only he could handle Jensen so easily.

Jared spent a lot more time than he was comfortable with thinking about the young omega that he had marked. As Alpha, Jared was used to putting his Pack’s needs before his own, and he was having trouble balancing the need to mate Jensen quickly in order to take full control of the Greenbriar Pack with his wish to take it slow with the young omega.

He hadn’t touched Jensen again since he’d marked him. It had been hands down the hottest experience of Jared’s life, watching the innocent wonder in Jensen’s eyes transform into wanton pleasure, and he’d relived that encounter over and over as he stroked himself to completion in the solitude of his shower. But it had also been a revelation: the tender moments afterwards had meant more to him than even the physical satisfaction. He hadn’t anticipated caring so much about the omega. And because he did, he now felt a most inconvenient guilt that Jensen was basically being forced into an arranged marriage with him.

It had never occurred to Jared before: he’d known Jensen had a crush on him, and he’d always enjoyed the boy’s company in an indulgent, absent manner, so he’d figured it would be a good match. The wealth and power that came with it was the bigger draw, and he’d thought only of his own goals. But now that he’d spent more time alone with Jensen, living alone together in that big house, sharing a bed every night, talking about the mundane details of their days, learning how damn sweet the kid was, he’d actually come to have feelings for the omega. Those feelings should make it easier for him to mate Jensen, but instead they made it practically impossible.

Jared knew Jensen was eager to be fully mated. The boy’s scent couldn’t lie; he wanted Jared sexually so bad he was wet with it, and he was hurt that Jared hadn’t taken him yet. He grew more and more withdrawn with each passing day, and Jared knew it was because he felt like Jared was rejecting him. But Jared didn’t know if the boy really wanted to be mated to him for life; after all, it was damn high-handed of Robert to basically give him away to Jared as if he were chattel. Did Jensen resent Jared for it? He was afraid to ask; afraid of what the answer would be.

So he did nothing. And it was slowly eating him alive.

“You’re a fool,” Christian said to him bluntly one day, and Jared only just restrained himself from attacking his beta. Frustration had him balanced on a knife edge, and Christian was either a very brave man or a very foolish one for taking Jared on in this mood.

“Careful, Beta, you don’t want to be poking at me today.” Jared growled. “What the hell are you talking about, anyway?”

“You haven’t mated Jensen yet. Oh, you’ve marked him, sure enough, but it’s clear you haven’t claimed him as your mate.” Christian tsked disapprovingly.

“It’s none of your business, Christian, so back the hell off,” Jared bit out.

“It is my business. This is my Pack! You’ve done pretty well, stepping in, but as long as Jensen is unmated, this Pack doesn’t have a true Alpha. Mate the boy, goddammit! He wants you, you want him so bad you can barely see, what the hell are you waiting for?” Christian’s voice was getting heated, a sure sign he’d reached the end of his patience.

“You don’t understand, Christian,” Jared’s anger deflated, leaving him weary and hopeless. “I don’t want him to mate me just because his father put it in his will. I want to give Jensen a chance to figure out what he really wants. He’s so damn young…”

Christian’s face softened with understanding.

“Jared, I’ve known that kid since the day he was born. He may be an omega, but he has always known his own mind. He knows what he wants. Talk to him. He may surprise you.”

“But what if –“

“Talk to him. You’ll see.” And Christian walked off, whistling. The bastard.

~~~

Dinner that night was a quiet affair. Jensen was withdrawn, and the look of defeat on his face tore at Jared’s heart. This couldn’t continue. Christian was right; he needed to talk to Jensen, and if the boy didn’t want Jared as his lifelong mate then Jared would let him go, even though it would cost him the Greenbriar Pack. The minor alphas of the pack would fight it out and one of them would ascend to Pack Alpha, and Jared would go home to the Richardson Pack. Alone.

“Jensen, can we talk?” Jared asked when their picked-at dinners had been cleared away and they made their way to the living room. Jared sat in an armchair beside the couch where Jensen perched, looking small and scared.

“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?” Jensen asked, a look of resignation settling on his face.

“No, sweetheart, not unless you want me to,” Jared reassured him. Taking Jensen’s hand in his, he squeezed it lightly. “I’m trying to do what’s best for you. I love you, Jensen, but I know you were forced into this…” Jared stopped when Jensen shook his head frantically. “What?”

“Wasn’t forced,” Jensen said. “I wanted it.”

“I don’t understand, baby.” Jared said. “How could you have wanted it? How did you even know what was in the will?”

“Dad knew I l-…he knew. We talked about it a lot, about what would happen to me, to the Pack, if he ever died. He knew I wanted to be with you.”

Jared was stunned. He’d known Jensen had had a crush on him, but had never suspected the boy’s feelings had run that deep. And what about the Pack? An Alpha wouldn’t just hand his entire Pack off to a guy just because his son wanted him.

“Jensen, why did your dad put in the will that the Pack would go to me? That you would go to me?”

Jensen blushed and looked down at his twisting hands nervously. Jared wanted to hold him, to reassure him but he needed to figure out what was going on first. For both their sakes.

“Dad thought you were a great Alpha,” Jensen said earnestly, a look of pride in Jared crossing his face. “That’s why he always stood by you. He was going to put you in charge anyway, because we don’t have any real good candidates to be Alpha, and he wanted to merge us with the Richardsons. He thought the Packs could be something great together. He, um. He put the other bit in for me.” He looked so shamefaced Jared wanted to laugh, but this was too important.

“Jensen, when did your father put that in his will?” How long had the little omega wanted this?

“Um. When I turned twelve. That was only if he died, of course. But he was going to pass the Pack on to you when he retired in a few years anyway, and I wanted him to ask you to mate with me when he did.” Jared was shocked. The mating was Jensen’s idea? That sly little shit! Here Jared was feeling guilty for wanting a kid who’d been forced into a mating, and Jensen had orchestrated it all along. Jared felt a burst of pride at his omega’s cunning; he really was the perfect match for Jared. Jensen would keep Jared on his toes, and their young would be strong and clever, the next generation of Alphas.

“Are you mad?” Jensen asked tentatively, and Jared knew from the ache in his chest that the omega would have him wrapped around his little finger for the rest of their lives. No sense in letting him know that right now though; Jared could at least act like he had some kind of control over the situation.

“I’m not sure yet.” He said contemplatively. “Come over here and sit in my lap while I think about it.”

Jensen’s face turned hopeful, and he slowly moved off the couch to stand in front of Jared. When he would have draped himself sideways over Jared’s lap, the Alpha stopped him and turned him so that he faced Jared directly. “Like this,” he said firmly, and pulled Jensen forward to straddle his lap in the armchair. The teenager’s hands gripped Jared’s biceps to keep his balance as Jared cupped his hand behind Jensen’s head and brought his mouth close. When mere inches separated their lips, he paused.

“Are you sure, baby? Are you sure you want to mate with me? Bear my young? You can’t change your mind later.” Jared couldn’t believe he was giving the omega a chance to back out, not when he wanted this mating so badly himself, but he wanted to know Jensen wasn’t going to regret his decision when he was older.

“I’ve loved you my whole life,” Jensen said in a voice just above a whisper, his breath tickling Jared’s lips. “M’not gonna change my mind. I want you to mate me, make me yours. I’ve thought about it a lot, thought about your knot up inside me, breeding me.” And Jesus didn’t those words go straight to Jared’s dick. How Jensen could look so sweetly innocent while speaking such filthy words was a mystery to Jared. He was done questioning, done holding himself back from something they both wanted more than air. It was time to claim his mate.

Finally Jared closed the gap between their lips, slanting his over the boy’s and licking into his open mouth. Jensen’s tongue came out hesitantly, touching the tip to Jared’s and he moaned at the connection. The boy’s arms came around Jared’s shoulders and he pressed his thin chest against the older man’s muscled one, and Jared swore he could feel the fast pounding of his omega’s heart against him. The kiss quickly became hot and dirty, lips sliding wetly against each other, tongues tangling together.

Jared kept one hand at the back of Jensen’s head, holding him into the kiss, and slid the other hand down Jensen’s slender back and into the back of the boy’s pants, circling his fingers through the slick heat there. Jensen pushed back eagerly into the touch, searching for more. The Alpha kept his touch light and teasing until the boy was whimpering in need. Slowly, so slowly, Jared pushed the tip of his middle finger inside the slick, tight hole, loving the shuddering moan Jensen couldn’t hold back. He pulled it back and dipped it in, no further than the first knuckle, until the boy was shoving his hips back trying to take it deeper.

“Want more, sweetheart?” Jared asked softly.

“Need it. Need all of you.” Jensen moaned, and Jared was amazed at how this small boy could turn him inside out with tenderness and need. He recaptured Jensen’s lips with his own, at the same time shoving his finger all the way in and just holding it there motionless while the boy got used to being penetrated. When Jensen relaxed around his finger Jared added another, wiggled the tips lightly against the smooth bump of his prostate, feeling the boy’s slick increasing with every stroke, preparing him for Jared’s knot.

“Let’s go where I can spread you out, get my fill of you,” Jared rasped, and when Jensen nodded shyly he scooped him up against his chest and walked unsteadily down the hallway towards his bedroom, the boy’s slender legs wrapped around his waist. It was so dirty and wrong and hot to feel that small body pressed to his own massive one as he walked, knowing what Jared had done to him, what he was going to do to him.

Tossing the boy lightly on the bed, Jared watched him with predatory eyes as he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, watched the way he licked his lips hungrily as Jared’s lean, muscular body was exposed as each article of clothing was stripped away. Any doubts he had about Jensen really wanting him were dispelled at seeing the heat in his eyes, the hard line of his cock pressing against the front of his jeans. When Jared was unashamedly naked he crawled forward and started stripping the teen down, swiftly removing all the barriers hiding Jensen’s creamy, lightly freckled skin from his eyes.

“Turn over,” he ordered, ever the Alpha, and Jensen didn’t hesitate before flipping face-down on the bed, exposing his round buttocks and unconsciously grinding his hard cock into the bedding. Jared didn’t want him getting off that way, though, so he pulled the boy up onto his knees, coming over him. Grasping his hands, Jared pulled them up to rest on the top of the headboard with a growled “Keep them there.” The omega, ever obedient, gripped the headboard tightly and held himself perfectly still as Jared slid back down his body until his breath was cooling the slick shining at Jensen’s entrance. Jensen shivered, and using his hands to part the taut globes of Jensen’s buttocks, Jared smiled to himself as he licked slowly from his tight little balls up to his slick hole, tasting his boy for the first time.

Jensen muffled a moan and oh, Jared was having none of that. “Let me hear you, baby, don’t be shy.” He could see a blush form on the back of the boy’s neck but Jensen took him at his word, and when Jared stuffed his tongue deep into the omega’s hole he wailed at the pleasure crashing over him. Jared’s cock was so hard it hurt, and hearing that ecstatic sound coming from his soon-to-be mate almost had him spilling on the bedspread, but he controlled himself, wanting to make sure the omega was fully prepared for him. Still holding him open he sealed his mouth over Jensen’s tight hole, alternately sucking at it and thrusting his tongue deep inside, stretching the slick walls open with his tongue.

He kept at it for long minutes, ignoring the painful hardness of his own cock in his need to give his lover pleasure. Suddenly Jensen’s moans took on a different pitch, and Jared was shocked when the boy’s walls clamped down around his tongue, clenching rhythmically as he came, his cock completely untouched.

Jared ran his hands soothingly down Jensen’s back as he came down from his orgasm, gently turning the omega over when he had stopped shuddering. Jensen’s hooded eyes opened lazily and he smiled, the sweet expression causing Jared’s heart to clench in his chest.

“Are you going to mate me now?” Those words spoken in that shy, boyish voice made Jared’s cock throb urgently, his knot threatening to pop before he even made it into his mate.

“Yeah, Jensen, right now.” Jared affirmed. “You just lie back. I’m gonna take you just like this, so I can see your face when I claim you, and after, when we’re tied.” The boy’s eyes darkened with renewed heat and he nodded slowly. Gripping his red-flushed cock in one hand, Jared pressed it tight against the omega’s hole. Eating him out had loosened him up, and Jared sank balls-deep into Jensen’s willing body in a single thrust. Claiming his mate at last.

Jensen cried out, but Jared could see by the look on his face that the cry was one of pleasure, not pain, and so he immediately pulled back and started thrusting, shoving his cock as far into his omega as he could go. He wasn’t going to last long this first time, could already feel his knot swelling, but he tried to draw it out as long as he could, loving the clench of Jensen’s muscles around him and the prod of his renewed erection at Jared’s belly with each pass.

Finally Jared could take no more and he shouted as he felt himself tip over the edge, his knot swelling up hard inside his mate as he came. He ground his knot deep into the boy, ensuring they were tied right and proper, and the press of the swollen knot against Jensen’s prostate made the boy come again, making Jared smile with pride in his mate. He lowered himself to his elbows and kissed the boy deeply, feeling the small pulses as his drawn-out release continued for long minutes. He knew the chances of conception were slim the first time out, but he still got a dirty little thrill when he thought about knocking the boy up, filling him with his young. But there was plenty of time for that.

Rolling over onto his back he kept Jensen close against his chest, feeling the pull against his knot as they moved. Jensen rested his head on Jared’s shoulder, and the Alpha stroked his omega’s hair gently, soothingly.

“You’re all mine now, Jensen,” he murmured softly, thinking the boy asleep. He looked down at his mate’s face tenderly, smiling when green eyes blinked open slowly.

“Yes, Alpha. And you’re all mine,” Jensen mumbled sleepily, a slightly feral, possessive gleam in those eyes as he turned his head and nipped Jared’s shoulder, marking him. Jared laughed softly.

Well matched, indeed.

The End

J2 Year in Review

fiercelynormal — Sat, 26 Dec 2015 21:44:15 GMT

It was such an amazing year for J2 (seriously, has there EVER been a better year??), that I wanted to put it all together in one place to look back on over and over...and over again. So I built a Storify of as many tweets, posts, gifs and vids as I could handle. Hope you enjoy!

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Fic: The Bright Side of the Road (J2, PG-13)

fiercelynormal — Sun, 18 Oct 2015 19:28:48 GMT

Title: The Bright Side of the Road
Artist lightthesparks

Author: fiercelynormal

Movie Prompt: Willow

Pairing: Jared/Jensen

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 7700

Summary: Armed only with his sword and two irritating creatures named the Chads, Jared Padalecki must rescue a very special baby from King Mark's evil plotting. If only he didn't have to go through Jensen Ackles to do it.

Notes: Tile from the Van Morrison song of the same name. Written for spn_cinema. Special thanks to lightthesparks for her INFINITE patience and amazing art; I was so thrilled to get to collab with her. Also to my girls, dugindeep for helping keep me pointed in the right direction and tebtosca for the last-minute beta!

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Jared Padalecki sat on the cold stone floor of the castle’s dungeon, his long, lean legs sprawled carelessly in front of him. He’d long ago stopped noticing the pained groans of the other cells’ occupants; they were not his concern. Polishing his white, slightly crooked teeth with the edge of his tattered cloak, he hummed a bawdy tune under his breath.

“On your feet in the presence of the Queen!” bellowed the thickly-built guard from outside Jared’s cell. Jared looked up to see a tall, regal redhead bedecked in forest green silk. Queen Danneel. Jared debated staying on the ground, but he’d always harbored a great deal of respect for the Queen, even if the same didn’t hold true for her army.

Rising slowly to his feet, Jared stood quietly while Queen Danneel sighed, clucking a little at his dishevelled state.

“Oh, Jared, what on earth are you doing in here this time?” she sighed.

“Beats me, Your Highness,” Jared replied. “Personally, I think Lug here just missed my sparkling personality.” He grinned, the dimples in his cheeks making him look like a mischievous little boy.

“He was found brawling in the square, Your Majesty,” interjected the guard with a sneer.

“Brawling? With whom?”

“With a camel, Your Majesty.”

“In my defense,” Jared drawled, “I was very drunk, and that camel was an asshole.” Queen Danneel’s lip quirked for a second before she brought her expression back under control.

“Jared, you were a Commander in the Queen’s Army. How have you ended up like this?” she asked, and the disappointment in her voice brought a twinge of unwanted guilt that Jared ruthlessly squashed.

“Suffice to say, the army life is not for me,” was all he would say. He could have said he hated taking orders, or that his garrison was full of humorless, ignorant assholes, but he restrained himself. Barely.

“I know you’re an honorable man, despite all...this,” Queen Danneel waved vaguely. “And that’s why I’m here.”

Jared just looked at her. She hesitated before continuing on.

“As you are no doubt aware, the Queen’s Army has been occupied in the North, quelling the invasion by King Mark’s soldiers. But in the South, a small group of King Mark’s men have stolen something very precious. Something we - all of us - cannot afford to have end up in his hands.”

“And you are talking to me because…?”

“I want you to rescue her.”

”Her?” Jared said incredulously. “Oh, hell, no! I’m not going haring off after some pampered damsel in distress.”

“Well, she’s definitely in distress, but she’s not pampered. Or even a proper damsel, yet.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I need you to rescue a baby.”

“Uh-uh. No way.” Jared walked back over to the wall and sat down where he’d been before the Queen’s arrival. “I’d rather stay in here with Lug.”

“Jared, if you let this baby fall into King Mark’s hands, his power will grow and he will be unstoppable. The lives of our people, of this entire kingdom, are at stake.”

There was a glint of tears in Queen Danneel’s soft brown eyes. Jared sobered, cursing himself even as he asked.

“Where is this damn baby?”

She smiled.

&&&

He’d regretted his easy capitulation instantly, of course. No more so than when Queen Danneel presented his “guides” for the journey.

“Uh, uh. No way. Not the Chads!” he bellowed. Ankle high on a Man, the Chads were a species of Fae similar to Brownies, but far more annoying. They’d been rumored to drive Men to madness just by talking to them.

The two blue-eyed, blond-haired creatures made ugly faces at Jared from behind the Queen’s skirts, crossing their eyes, sticking out their tongues, and generally being pains in the ass.

“Jared, I’m sure Murray and Lindberg will be on their best behavior,” Queen Danneel soothed, sending a pointed look down at them. “They are the only ones who know the shortcut through the forest to intercept King Mark’s men and the baby. You must rescue Alysia before King Mark gets to her. The fate of all Mankind depends on it.”

“You keep saying that. What is so damn special about this baby girl?”

“Ancient prophecy tells us that the child born with a mark in the shape of the sacred rowan tree shall unite the Kingdoms of Man and bring peace to the land. Her powers are a gift from the last of the Elven race, and she is very special.” The Queen’s voice was reverent, her words more formal as she spoke of the ancient prophecy.

“So this baby - Alysia - has the mark? And King Mark wants to do what, kill her? She’s just a kid!” Jared couldn’t keep the disgust out of his voice. He might not be a fan of children himself, but the thought of someone harming a defenseless babe filled him with rage.

“Yes, he will perform a spell to take her power and send her soul to another realm where she can never be reborn to this plane. His evil will spread throughout the world of Man, and all good people, Man and Fae alike, will be crushed under his rule.”

“No pressure, though!” one of the Chads chirped brightly. Jared glared and the Chad stepped quickly behind Queen Danneel’s skirts.

“You must find the child, and take her to the Sorceress of the Lake.” Queen Danneel instructed. “She will put a spell of protection on Alysia and ensure that King Mark can never harm her. Do this, Jared, and I will grant you a full pardon and more gold than you can carry.”

“I can carry a lot,” Jared warned. He’d deserve it, too, if he got out of this alive. “What else do I need to know?”

“The men who stole the child, their leader is Jensen Ackles.”

Well, shit.

&&&

“Jensen Ackles. Why’d it have to be Jensen Ackles?” Jared muttered into his tankard of beer. They’d travelled quickly that day - as annoying as the Chads were (and they were really annoying), they truly did know the forest better than anyone - and had reached the old inn just after nightfall.

The Chads lounged on the table in front of him. They’d mellowed a little since Jared had first met them that morning, his ability to ignore them seemingly stronger than their desire to torment him, so they contented themselves with the occasional insult thrown his way.

“Who is this guy, anyway?” the Chad with the squinty eyes asked. Murray, Jared thought. “You say his name like he’s a Demon.”

“Pretty close,” Jared snorted. “King Mark adopted him when he was a boy, and he’s sworn an oath to protect him. I’ve come across him on the battlefield a couple times. He’s the best warrior I’ve ever seen - except for me, of course.” He added the last with a cocky smirk that made the Chads roll their eyes in unison. It was a little creepy to watch.

“He gave me this scar, actually,” Jared pointed to a thick, white scar over his collarbone. “I still owe him for that, the bastard.”

“Well, looks like you’re gonna get your chance to get even,” Lindberg said blurrily; the thimble-full of beer Jared had poured him had obviously gone to his head already. He was idly playing with a leather amulet around his neck.

“Chad…” hissed Murray.

“He’s only got like twenty Men with them, but they looked pretty damn scary to me,” Lindberg continued, ignoring his companion’s pointed glances. He fingered the amulet again.

“Chad, you know what happened last time you spilled that amulet,” Murray finally snapped.

“Why, what is that?” Jared asked, peering closely at the amulet he’d neglected to notice before.

“It’s Heartbreaker Dust,” the Chads said in resigned unison. The red creeping up Lindberg’s face had Jared snapping his fingers impatiently until they spoke again.

“When someone breathes Heartbreaker Dust, they fall in love with the first being they see.”

“Last time Chad got whammied, he fell in love with Queen Danneel’s dog, Muffy,” Murray started giggling so hard the table was shaking.

“Dammit, Chad, we agreed never to speak of that again!” Lindberg said indignantly, but a far-away smile of reminiscence crossed his face briefly before he focused on Jared again, clearing his throat.

“You know what,” Jared sighed rubbing his forehead. “I’m sorry I asked.”

&&&

Jared crouched behind a bale of hay, the cover of night keeping him hidden from the Men standing around the campfire. The Chads sat on top of the hay, too small to be noticed. They’d ridden hard to catch up to the small band of Men, and Jared just wanted to grab the baby and get the job over with so he could go back to...well, he had nothing of note to go back to but it was sure the hell better than this.

“This is never gonna work,” Murray said disgustedly.

“Sure it will,” Jared said. “They’re half drunk already, we’ll just wait until they fall asleep and then I’ll sneak over and grab the baby.” He pointed to the edge of the clearing to where the small bundle of the baby’s blankets lay as if forgotten beside Jensen Ackles who gazed with half-lidded eyes into the darkness of the forest beyond him. No warrior worth his salt ever ruined his night vision by staring into the campfire. “We’ll be off before they realize she’s gone, and you guys know the quickest way back through the forest.”

“There are twenty Men there, not including Ackles. You’ll never make it!” Lindberg hissed.

“Ah, where’s your sense of adventure, boys?” Jared grinned cockily. He ignored the little sliver of doubt that tried to creep into his brain. He’d succeed because he always did.

Two hours later the camp was quiet; the fire had burned down to embers and no one was moving. Jared figured it was now or never. Nudging the Chads, who had fallen asleep on top of the hay bale, he straightened from his crouch, wincing at the cramps in his legs from sitting in one position for so long.

Jared crept quietly around the edge of the clearing until he was closest to Ackles and the baby. He approached silently, keeping a watchful eye on the sleeping Men, and crouched down to grasp Alysia. Only to stop short when the chill edge of a blade put warning pressure on his throat.

“Looking for something?” asked a low, amused voice. Fucking Ackles. He hadn’t even moved from where he lay on the ground, only the long blade of his sword arcing up to stop Jared in his tracks.

“I...uh.”

“Cat got your tongue, Padalecki?” Jensen said, rising to his knees smoothly without ever removing the blade from Jared’s throat.

“Should I be flattered that you know who I am?” Jared asked, his customary cocky grin falling over his face like a liquid mask.

“I like to know my enemy,” Jensen said. His eyes dropped meaningfully to Jared’s collarbone. “Besides, I believe we’ve already met.”

“Yeah, thanks for that, by the way,” Jared said with a scowl. “Almost killed me. The army left me for dead.” Assholes.

“If I’d wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” Jensen shrugged. Jared wanted to punch him in his arrogant face. But he wasn’t here for that.

“I came for the baby.” Jared said. Might as well put it right out there.

“No shit.” Jensen laughed quietly. “And here I thought you were here to get your revenge.”

Maybe a little of that, too, Jared conceded silently to himself, but he held his tongue and contented himself with a glare at Jensen.

“So now what?” he asked when the silence had gone on too long. “You gonna kill me, or what?”

“I’m thinking about it,” Jensen mused. The baby cooed beside him, almost like a giggle, and Jensen’s gaze was drawn over to her, his face softening minutely. When he looked back, Jared had his own sword tip pressed right against Jensen’s vulnerable crotch. Jensen froze.

“I think this is what’s called an impasse,” Jared said, his lips quirking up in a half-smile.

“I can’t let you take her,” Jensen said, his voice serious. “I serve King Mark.”

“It’s really too bad,” Jared mused. “You’re far too pretty to be this loyal to a monster.” Jensen’s eyes flared in surprise, but his sword didn’t move. Jared knew defeat when he saw it.

“I’ll make you a deal. You give me your word you won’t call your men, let me get out of here unharmed. I’ll go - no harm, no foul. Or we can stand here all night till one of us gets bored. Or slips.” He pushed his sword tighter against Jensen’s balls and watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

“Why should I trust you?” Jensen asked.

“Well, I don’t want to die, so I’m highly motivated here,” Jared said. “And I know you won’t break your oath.” It was known throughout all the Kingdoms that Jensen Ackles’ word was his bond. The man was loyal to a fault. Literally.

“So what do you say, do we have a deal?” Jared pressed. If Jensen didn’t agree to this, he was screwed.

“Fine. And don’t come back.” Jensen’s voice hardened. “If I see you again, I will kill you.”

“You’ll try!” Jared winked. They both lowered their swords slowly. Jared looked at Jensen, then at the baby. A tiny thing, she had bright orange hair and pale, delicate features, with wise blue eyes taking up what seemed like half her face. Jared’s heart clenched at the thought of this tiny creature falling into the hands of someone as twisted as King Mark. At the very least she seemed to be safe and comfortable with Jensen - for the moment. I’ll be back for you soon, Little Bit, Jared thought with determination, and somehow wasn’t surprised at all when Alysia smiled.

Jared turned and fled quickly into the dark of the forest. The Chads would never let him hear the end of this.

&&&

Three days later, and the Chads still hadn’t shut up. Jared gritted his teeth and rode silently, taking his punishment like a man. He figured he’d earned it. He’d failed at retrieving the baby, putting her life and all of Mankind in danger. Next time he wouldn’t - couldn’t fail. They’d returned to the tavern, needing to stock up on provisions now that they realized they weren’t going to be able to get the baby as quickly and easily as Jared had originally thought. Then they’d set back out on Ackles and his army’s trail.

“Enough,” he said finally, and the Chads looked at him in surprise. Jared figured they’d forgotten he was actually there listening to them insult him. Seemed the Chads’ knowledge of the forest was only surpassed by their impressive repertoire of insults - everything from Jared’s ancestors to his horse to his grooming habits were fodder for their invectives - after a while Jared had actually been too impressed to take offense.

“In case you guys were too busy hurling abuse at me to notice, we’re here.” He pointed at a lone cabin at the top of the rise some distance away, its chimney spewing light grey smoke into the chill air.

“Of course we’re here, stupid,” Lindberg said with a scowl. “We knew that. We just wanted to see if you knew it.”

“You must be getting tired,” said Jared “that was a pretty lame insult.”

“You’re lame!” said Murray, and Jared just rolled his eyes. This journey couldn’t be over soon enough for him.

“Focus, shrimps,” Jared said, patience gone. He ignored the aghast looks the Chads gave each other. “We know from the Faeries that Jensen is holed up in that cabin with the baby, waiting for King Mark to arrive and perform the ritual. We have to take her tonight, or she’s lost to us.”

The Chads sobered.

“This time you listen to us,” Murray said. “You go when we tell you. You kill Ackles; we’ll grab the baby.”

Jared hid a wince. For some reason the thought of killing Jensen didn’t bring him the joy it should have. He rubbed at the scar on his collarbone absently, before dropping his hand and nodding. He couldn’t fail at this.

They waited for over an hour, watching the cabin. Jensen’s horse was tethered in the small lean-to that abutted the cabin, and none of the other soldiers were present. Off hunting for game to prepare a feast for King Mark’s arrival, according to the Fae creatures who were willing to pass on word of the Men’s movements.

If it was anyone else, Jared would have felt confident in his ability to overpower the single man inside and take the baby, but this was Jensen Ackles, who’d bested Jared more than once. They’d have to be cautious.

They crept up to the cabin on foot - well, on Jared’s feet; the Chads were tucked firmly into the belt of his cloak. Climbing on top of the lean-to without making any noise was a bit of a challenge, from there to the small loft window at the top of the cabin even more so, but Jared had a fair bit of practice avoiding the husbands - or wives - of some of his dalliances, so he made it in through the window without alerting Jensen to his presence, creeping forward on the floor of the loft until he could look down into the main room of the cabin below. What he saw was...surprising.

Jensen sat in front of the fire, legs crossed in front of him, with the orange-haired baby cradled in his arms. He was singing, his voice a soft tenor that seemed at odds with his less than charming personality. The baby was staring raptly at his face, her hands grabbing at the bristles on his chin.

Jared refused to be charmed. He needed to kill the man and save the child. Jensen may not be harming her, but King Mark certainly would.

He waited in the loft until Jensen stepped outside to tend to his horse, then crept downstairs and hid behind the door. Feeling a nudge in his side, he pulled the Chads out of his belt and set them silently on the ground, where they waited for their chance.

The door opened and Jensen stepped inside. Jared shoved the door closed and had his sword at Jensen’s throat before the other man could even react.

“I had a feeling you’d be back,” Jensen said calmly.

“And yet you still let all your men go off hunting, leaving you alone. You think that little of my abilities?” Jared asked. The thought rankled.

“No,”Jensen said slowly, as if speaking to an imbecile. “I’m just that confident in mine.” His foot flashed out, sweeping Jared’s legs out from under him till he fell heavily on the floor, almost crushing the Chads who were knocked down behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Murray pulling on Lindberg’s cloak, trying to free him from where Jared was lying on it, keeping him trapped.

Jensen lunged away to grab his sword. Jared rolled over to push himself up.

“Watch it!” he heard one of the Chads hiss as the edge of his hand landed on a tiny bundle of soft leather and a puff of glittery dust billowed into his face.

“What the -” he exclaimed, trying to brush the dust off but really just smearing it all over his face. He sneezed once, twice, as he scrambled to his feet, sword in hand, narrowly avoiding stepping on the Chads as Murray finally pulled Lindberg to safety.

“Aw, shit, son, this is gonna be good,” Lindberg crowed. He was nudged into giggling silence by Murray.

“Dude, so not the time. Uh, Jared, buddy, just remember later - if you’re still alive - that it was his fault!” Murray pleaded.

Jared ignored the Chads, pushing himself to his feet and pursuing Jensen with determined steps, sword at the ready.

“Okay, asshole, are you -” Jensen whirled around to face him and Jared looked into his bottle-green eyes and everything...just...stopped. “Beautiful…” he murmured, as if in a dream.

“Shut up! Fight me.” Jensen said gruffly, sword held firmly in one hand. Jared shook his head, trying to gather his wits about him.

“No, you are, Jensen. So beautiful.” Jared couldn’t even remember why he’d been mad at Jensen before. How could anyone be angry with such a perfect creature?

“Shut up, Jared!” Jensen should have sounded irate but there was something in his voice - if Jared didn’t know better he’d think Jensen actually sounded...vulnerable? His sword was still held at the ready, but there was a fine tremor in his hand.

Jared stepped forward until he was crowding Jensen against the wall of the cabin. Jensen scoffed but didn’t shove Jared back, though he turned his face to the side, closing his eyes. His sword arm fell, the tip of his blade hitting the wood floor with a thud.

“Always thought you were beautiful, you know,” Jared murmured, running the pointed tip of his nose down the ginger stubble of Jensen’s cheek, smiling at how it prickled. “Even when you’re trying to kill me - you do that a lot, you know, but that’s okay - your eyes sparkle, and those adorable little freckles…” he reached out with the tip of his tongue, playfully poking at the freckles dotting Jensen’s nose.

“Stop talking, Jared,” Jensen said, and his voice shook a little. Jared’s head was swimming and he breathed deep, as if trying to absorb Jensen deep into his lungs.

“And the roses bloom on your cheeks, and I want to know if this is what you’d look like if I had you-”

“Oh, for fuck sake, will you just shut up!” Jensen finally snapped, and reached out to grab Jared by the back of his head, pulling him down and mashing Jared’s lips to his. And Jared was lost. Deciding he could go back to composing odes to Jensen’s face later, he shut up and returned Jensen’s kiss with interest, parting Jensen’s lips with his own and tracing his perfect white teeth with his tongue before plunging deep into the wet cavern of his mouth. Jensen sucked on his tongue until Jared began to feel like it was connected directly to his cock, which was throbbing in perfect synchronicity with the pull of Jensen’s mouth. They went on for long minutes, mapping the contours of each others’ mouths, breathing heavily, teeth scraping together in their bid to get closer, closer.

After several minutes of kissing Jared’s head was starting to feel clearer; in the back of his mind he was beginning to question why the hell he was kissing a man who up till this point had done nothing but piss him off - a man who minutes before Jared had wanted to punch in the face. But at the same time it still felt strangely...right. Jared had never been one for excessive introspection, however, so with a mental shrug he redoubled his efforts to make Jensen come apart in his arms.

Jensen had shifted his grip so that he was clutching Jared’s hair so hard it was just bordering on painful, and as Jared’s head cleared of...whatever weirdness had been clouding it he remembered how fucking aggravating the man could be. The nature of the kiss changed, becoming less tender, more combative. And yet still hot, gods, Jared had never kissed a man like Jensen before; one he wanted to thrash one minute and fuck into submission the next. He plunged his tongue deeper into Jensen’s mouth, laughing when Jensen closed his teeth warningly over the thick muscle for a brief moment.

He leaned his full weight against Jensen, pressing him against the cabin wall and letting him feel the burning weight of his cock through the stiff leather of his trousers. Jensen was equally hard, and Jared wanted nothing more than to shove his hand between them and touch him, learn the ridges and valleys of that body that Jared had been thinking about for days. So of course that’s when they were interrupted.

“Psst...Jared, we have to go!”

Oh, shit.

“Chads! You fucking asshole!” Jensen reared back and punched Jared in the jaw so hard it was all Jared could do to stay on his feet. It took a second before the pain really registered, and then it exploded in his face in a fiery wave. “Where’s the baby?”

Jared looked over to the corner where Alysia had been sleeping and was relieved to see she was gone. The Chads had smuggled her out while Jared was...occupied.

“Jensen, do you really want King Mark to kill an innocent little baby?” Jared pleaded, holding Jensen’s arm to keep him from going after the Chads. “I know you’re an asshole, but you’re not a murderer, are you?”

“He’s not going to kill the baby,”Jensen insisted, but there was a little glimmer of doubt in his green eyes. “He’s just going to -”

“Jensen, I know you have this whole ‘loyalty unto death’ thing going here, but King Mark is fucking evil. He’ll kill Alysia, cast her soul to another plane and then he’s going to take over all the Kingdoms of Man. Do you really want to help him do it?”

“I swore an oath,” Jensen said stubbornly. Jared wanted to shake him. And kiss him again. And then shake him some more.

“Jensen, is your oath more important than the life of an innocent baby? Of all the Men in the Kingdoms? Of the Fae? You need to let it go.”

“Jared!” one of the Chads hissed. “The King’s Men are on their way, we have to go now!”

Jared knew his time to convince Jensen had run out. If they didn’t leave now Alysia would be lost. He grabbed Jensen by the back of the head and jerked his face closer, expecting at any moment to receive another punch in the face. It never came, and he marvelled at little at that even as he crushed his lips over Jensen’s a final time, trying to gather one last taste before they had to try to kill each other again. He marvelled even more when Jensen kissed him back, with such desperation it took his breath away before Jensen was shoving him back.

“Go, before I change my mind.” he ordered.

“Is this a joke?” Jared asked suspiciously. Jensen had tried to kill him before, after all. Repeatedly.

“Go!” Jensen roared.

Jared wasn’t going to question his luck any further. He ran through the door outside to where the Chads stood with the baby beside a horse - Jensen’s horse, Jared realized with a wince. He plucked the Chads up with one, hand, shoving them into his cloak’s pocket and ignoring their indignant shouts. Then with the other he scooped up Alysia, holding her in the crook of his arm as he quickly swung himself one-handed up onto Jensen’s great black stallion, kicking the beast in the side to speed him to a full gallop as they fled ahead of the King’s men.

It was a tricky thing, riding hell-bent through the forest bareback while holding a baby in one arm, but Jared was desperate enough that it beat the alternative. Somehow he managed to stay ahead of the men and they fell farther and farther behind, outrun by Jensen’s great beast. Seemed swordplay wasn’t all Jensen was good at: he also picked some mighty fine horseflesh.

They ran for miles without stopping, the forest passing by in a blur. The horse was fast, though, and the distance between Jared and the King's men grew, little by little. Eventually the men turned back from their pursuit and Jared was able to slow to a less suicidal pace, before finally pulling to a stop in a little clearing to let Jensen’s horse rest. He looked down at the baby held in the crook of his arm and was astonished to see she was looking up at him peacefully, a little smile on her face. He felt a little shiver run down his spine at the wise expression in her eyes.

“What are you thinking, there, Little Bit?” he murmured. Her smile only widened, her eyes fixed firmly on his. He found himself unable to look away, until he gradually became aware at the muffled curses coming from the general vicinity of his pocket. The Chads were not happy.

Jared sighed and reached into his pocket, plucking both of the Chads up by their shirts and holding them dangling in front of his face. He endured a fair bit of the profanity they spewed at him, figuring they probably deserved a chance to blow off some steam after bouncing around in his dark and likely smelly pocket. Finally he whistled sharply through his teeth, grateful for the blessed silence that resulted.

“Look, guys, it worked, okay? We lost the Men, we have the baby, and we’re all alive. I even got a pretty damn good horse out of the deal!” he ignored the small fact that Jensen would probably kill him for that alone. “So how about you stop your bitching and tell me where this Ruth woman is, so I can get my reward and forget we ever met each other?”

Murray made an obscene hand gesture. Lindberg looked around him, trying to get his bearings. Jared helpfully held them up higher, dangling them each by a finger hooked into the neck of their shirts. Lindberg kicked a little to orient himself properly and finally said, simply, “There.”

“There, what?” Jared snapped. “That direction? For how many miles?”

“There” Lindberg hissed. Jared looked over to where Lindberg was pointing and there at the edge of the clearing, almost blending into the trees with the dark green of her cloak, stood a tiny red-headed woman.

“That’s Ruth?” he whispered incredulously.

“Well, what were you expecting, dear boy?” came a melodious voice and a tinkle of laughter. “An old crone? A sorceress with my powers isn’t going to let something like two centuries of age make her look haggard.” The woman - Ruth - ran her hands down her slim body to show off her curves.

Alysia cooed a little and Ruth’s attention sharpened. She walked toward them, a look of wonder on her face.

“And this must be the One,” she said reverently. To Jared’s surprise, the baby reached out toward Ruth with both hands, as if demanding to be held. “She’s led you here.” Jared couldn’t deny it; what were the odds of ending up at exactly the place they needed to be, after all?

“Och, wee child, I’ve been waiting for you,” Ruth murmured, reaching up to take her. Jared ignored the small pang in his chest when the light bundle was taken from him.

“Can you help her?” he asked gruffly. “Can you make it so King Mark can’t hurt her?”

“Of course, I can, young man. I am the Sorceress of the Lake.” Her wink removed a little of the arrogance from her statement. Jared couldn’t help but find the tiny woman charming. He swung down off his - Jensen’s - horse, still holding the Chads up by their shirt collars.

“What do we do?” he asked.

“Nothing, for now,” Ruth said with a smile. “We must wait till darkness settles, and the moon appears. Come, tend to your poor horse and I’ll serve up a bit of the stew I made this afternoon. Yes, you, too, lads,” she motioned to the Chads, who had been gawking raptly at her the entire time, for once blessedly silent. Jared set them down on the ground and they ran off after Ruth, leaving Jared alone with the horse.

“This better work,” Jared muttered to the horse. The horse snorted in response.

&&&

Night fell slowly, the pale, full moon ascending in the eastern sky, so bright the trees cast long shadows in the clearing where Ruth prepared to perform the spell of protection on Alysia. She’d long ago grown weary of Jared pestering her for reassurance that the ritual wouldn’t hurt the baby and had sent him to gather firewood and other menial tasks that Jared suspected were invented just to keep him out of her hair.

Finally everything was in place and Ruth signalled that it was time to begin. Jared stood protectively at the edge of the clearing, watching as Ruth raised her arms to the sky, her dark cloak falling back so that her pale skin practically glowed in the moonlight. Alysia lay on a stone altar in the middle of the clearing, her face calm and unafraid as her eyes tracked the movements of Ruth’s hands.

Ruth began to speak, a chant in a language unknown to Jared. It sounded ancient and powerful to his untrained ears, and a shiver snaked down his spine.

“Ruth, darling, you always did have a way with words,” came a mild voice. Ruth’s words halted in surprise. Jared couldn’t tell quite where the voice came from until a man strolled out from the shadows. He was of medium height, a scruff of beard on his face and luxurious robes draping him from shoulder to heel. Jared couldn’t make out the color in the washed-out palette of the moonlight, but he was certain it was royal blue. This had to be King Mark.

It was amazing to Jared how a man capable of such evil could look so mild-mannered and pleasant. But looks could be deceiving, he knew, and he drew his sword swiftly, determined that the King would have to go through him if he wanted to get to Alysia. He stepped toward King Mark, only to whirl around at the sound of men rushing into the clearing toward him. Of course King Mark wouldn’t have come alone; he had his personal army with him.

Jared sized up the odds in an instant: there were ten soldiers to his one. Not so hot, then. But no matter; he wasn’t going to surrender and let King Mark hurt Ruth and the baby. With a bellow he charged toward the soldiers, taking advantage of their surprise to cut down the two nearest to him with quick slashes of his sword. The benefit of surprise didn’t last long though, and the remaining men stalked toward him with intent. Jared knew he was good but eight to one was going to be a challenge.

From behind him he heard more of that ancient language being chanted, but this time it was a cacophony as Ruth and Mark shouted over each other, light sparking between them as they worked magic in a battle that Jared had no hope of understanding or assisting with. The soldiers were beginning to surround him, and Jared realized with a mix of bitterness and disappointment that one of them was Jensen. Of course. King Mark’s perfect loyal soldier. So be it.

Jared and Jensen faced each other, swords held high, as the other soldiers crept closer. Suddenly Jensen lunged, slashing out with his sword. Jared prepared to parry the thrust but Jensen’s sword swung past him with several inches to spare, lodging itself into the chest of the soldier next to him. The man died with an expression that mirrored the surprise Jared felt. Jensen was helping him? Jared didn’t have time to contemplate what that meant, as the other soldiers closed in and the fighting began in earnest. Jared and Jensen stood back to back, protecting each other’s flank from the six remaining men surrounding them. They worked well together, and dimly Jared knew part of it came from having studied each other’s movements on the battlefield.

Swords flashed in the moonlight, a deadly dance punctuated by the shouts of soldiers as Jared and Jensen hit their targets, blood arcing black into the moonlight. Twice Jared felt the cold slice of steel on his arms, producing shallow cuts that welled blood but did no serious damage. He heard a grunt close behind him and knew Jensen had taken a hit as well, but there was no halt in his movements so Jared was reassured that Jensen wasn’t badly harmed.

He felt a rush of cold satisfaction when his sword found a weak spot and he dispatched one of the soldiers, the man falling to the ground with no sound. It made the fight seem a little more fair, even more so when Jensen got a solid hit in on another and they were down to four men against the two of them. Practically even odds, Jared smirked to himself. The smirk seemed to enrage one of the soldiers he faced, and the man charged directly at Jared with a bellow, sword held high, and it was almost disappointingly easy for Jared to simply raise his sword to the man’s belly and let his forward momentum impale him on the tip of Jared’s sword.

“What’s left?” he muttered to Jensen, hearing a short “One” in response. Satisfied that Jensen would be able to handle a single combatant on his own, he made quick work of the last man, dispatching him with a few flicks of his sword. Thanks to Jensen’s help he still had a chance to help Ruth.

The sorceress was locked in a battle of her own, her voice still chanting in the ancient language, a counterpoint to King Mark’s as a vortex of flame spun eerily around them. Between them was the stone altar, and Alysia lay atop it in her bundle of blankets. For the first time since Jared had found her, she was crying, and her thin wails of fear enraged Jared. He stepped forward to help her but was pulled back by Jensen, who gripped his arm tightly until Jared turned to face him.

“That fire will kill you,” Jensen shouted over the chanting of King Mark and Ruth, eyes intense as he willed Jared to listen. “None can pass.” Jared knew he was right, and never had he felt so helpless as he watched Ruth and King Mark’s battle. Ruth’s voice was getting weak with fatigue, and suddenly the flame whirling about them vanished as she fell to her knees in front of King Mark, breathing heavily.

“You disappoint me, Ruth,” King Mark said, his voice raspy but still annoyingly mild as he moved to stand beside her. “Too long tucked away in these woods to stay in practice, I imagine.”

“You would know,” she spat. “You’re the one who banished me here.”

“Because you were disloyal,” he snapped, his calm facade finally beginning to show some cracks. “Just like this one.” he looked directly at Jensen. Jared put his hand on Jensen’s arm, in reassurance or warning, he didn’t know.

“You broke your oath to me,” Mark said to Jensen, lip curling. “How very disappointing after everything I’ve done for you.”

Jensen’s eyes showed shame and pain, but still he stood firm. “You will not hurt this baby. You will not hurt anyone ever again.”

“And who is going to stop me, dear boy?” King Mark laughed. “This washed up old hag?” He prodded at Ruth with the toe of his boot, ignoring Ruth’s outraged exclamation. “You? You’re good with a sword, I saw to that, but you can’t win against my magic.” Jensen stepped forward as if to stop King Mark and the man put up a hand and spoke a short phrase in the ancient language. Instantly Jensen was stopped in his tracks, as if frozen. Fucking magicJared thought to himself. He tried to move forward himself, with the same result.

“This is getting tedious,” King Mark said, looking down at Alysia. “All this effort for one tiresome little baby. Now let’s get on with it, shall we?”

He pushed up the sleeves of his robe and began to speak the ancient verses. He had only got a sentence or two in, however, when a tiny voice broke his concentration.

“Eat dust, asshole!” King Mark whirled to see where the voice had come from and was hit squarely in the forehead by a small leather amulet, glittery dust settling around his face like a cloud. Jared winced in reluctant sympathy as the King sneezed, cursing viciously.

“Och, you’ve got quite a throw there, my boy, ” Ruth tittered malevolently, and King Mark’s gaze swung over to her. Instantly his face softened, his eyes roving lovingly over her face as she stood up to face him.

“Ruth, my darling…” he began.

“Do shut up, dear,” she said sweetly, and quickly spoke words of ancient power, King Mark listening raptly to every word, right up until the point where he burst into a dark cloud of smoke and disappeared. Jared and Jensen both fell to their knees, the sudden release of their invisible bonds throwing them off balance. The clearing was silent for one shocked moment.

“Holy shit, did you see that?” Lindberg crowed, turning to Murray and who punched him in the arm in celebration.

Jared almost laughed, but then he realized the enormity of what had just happened. He pulled himself to his feet and stumbled forward to the altar, frantically lifting Alycia up and examining her for any injuries. Her cries had quieted as soon as King Mark had disappeared, and now she’d returned to that almost eerie state of calm that was her norm. All well then, Jared thought with a sigh of relief, kissing her gently on the forehead.

“Is she alright?” Jensen asked quietly from behind him. Jared looked for a moment at the torment and guilt in Jensen’s eyes before slowly nodding and motioning him over, handing the baby over to Jensen’s suddenly awkward-seeming hands. Jensen looked down at Alysia for a long minute, his eyes staring directly into hers, before a peaceful calm settled over him and he smiled. Jared wasn’t going to ask but he felt like Alysia had given Jensen a great gift.

“Ruth,” Jared said quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace but needing this to be over for Alysia’s sake. “Can you complete the spell of protection?”

She nodded, motioning Jared to set the baby back down on the altar.

“Aye, boy, let’s get this done.”

&&&

They arrived at the castle to great fanfare. Queen Danneel herself was standing on the steps of the castle when they approached, looking serene and proud. Jared and Jensen dismounted their horses and bowed respectfully, Alysia cradled safely in the crook of Jared’s arm.

“The Kingdoms of Man owe you a debt of gratitude,” she said, raising her voice loud enough to be heard by the crowd, made up of Men and Fae creatures alike. “You have helped defeat King Mark, and his evil has been stricken from the world.” The crowd cheered. The Chads, still standing on the pommel of Jared's saddle, puffed out their chests, elbowing each other and grinning widely.

“May I take her?” she asked, looking to Jared for permission. Jared looked down at the baby in his arms, feeling his heart clench at the serene smile she was giving him. He bent his head and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I’m gonna miss you, Little Bit,” he whispered, receiving a soft gurgle in response. It was true. Jared had grown impossibly attached to the tiny orange-haired creature in the short time he’d known her. Jensen put his hand on Jared’s back to steady him, bending down to place his own kiss on the Alysia’s cheek before stepping back.

“You’re welcome to come visit her anytime. Both of you.” Queen Danneel said softly as she took the baby, looking from Jared to Jensen. “I can see she likes having you around. It’d be a shame if her honorary uncles didn’t come back often to see her.”

Jared looked at Jensen, whose frozen face relaxed a little at Queen Danneel’s obvious sincerity and gratitude. He nodded, a small smile quirking his lips. “I’d like that, Your Majesty,” he said.

“You have both earned pardons, and the reward I promised,” Queen Danneel said. “Do you know where you’ll go from here? I can always use good men to lead my army.”

Jared tried to hide the shudder that went through him at the thought.

“We thank you for your generous offer, Your Majesty,” Jensen said smoothly. “But we’ve decided to make our own way.”

She inclined her head in understanding, then motioned to her waiting men, who brought forward several large sacks which they draped over the back ends of Jared and Jensen's horses.

"That's what I'm talking about," Jared murmured out of the side of his mouth to Jensen, who smothered a smile by rubbing at his jaw.

“See you, shrimps.” Jared said to the Chads, lifting them carelessly off the horse and setting them on the ground.

“Son of a motherless goat!” Lindberg said, as Murray made an obscene gesture with his hand.

“Can’t believe you survived a week traveling with those things,” Jensen muttered under his breath at Jared.

“Yeah. I’m kind of going to miss them, though,” Jared grinned. Jensen laughed and leaned over to press a hard kiss to Jared’s mouth. The change that had come over him now that he was free of King Mark was remarkable. Jared was going to enjoy getting to know this man a whole lot better.

“Where to, Sir Ackles?” Jared asked when they parted and each had climbed up on top of their laden horses.

“We’ll figure it out.” Jensen winked, and with a sharp command to his horse he took off at a gallop, Jared following closely behind as they began their next adventure. Together.

Mockumentary Gifs

fiercelynormal — Wed, 07 Oct 2015 04:28:49 GMT

For some reason I thought I'd made a post of gifs from the Mockumentary when it first came out. Oops? Anyway, here are a couple I made including some from the new footage! (Ok, they're mostly Divalecki because I adore him. Sue me!)

ART: It's No Better to Be Safe Than Sorry (Sam/Dean, PG)

fiercelynormal — Wed, 30 Sep 2015 02:05:33 GMT

A few weeks back a bunch of us got together to send our love and thanks to the lovely petite_madame for all that she does for fandom. As a result, a comm called to_pm_with_love was created. I had the distinct pleasure to create art as a companion piece for a wonderful fic written by deirdre_c. Ch-ch-check it out!

Title: It's No Better to Be Safe Than Sorry
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG
Summary: Based on the iconic "Take On Me" video by ah-ha! Dean's trapped inside a comic book, and Sam won't stop until he finds a way to get him out.

Fic Link GO READ THIS STORY!! (BECAUSE THE ART MAY BE SPOILERY, YO!)

Banner:

Sam joins Dean in the comic book:

Dean returns to the real world, but is still just a drawing:

Fic: Poison Ivy (Jared/Jensen, NC-17)

fiercelynormal — Wed, 30 Sep 2015 01:38:58 GMT

Title: Poison Ivy
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1800
Kinks/Warnings: underage, rimming, fingering, intercrural sex
Summary: Written for the Fall 2015 round of spn_masquerade for the prompt "Jensen is a camp counselor and Jared is one of his campers. Up to the filler who is the aggressor."

On AO3

Jensen trudged into the small office designated for use by the three camp counselors, closing the door behind himself and tossing his backpack unceremoniously into the corner. Sinking down onto the cheap metal chair behind the equally cheap metal table, he put his face down onto the cold surface, hoping the chill would distract him.

At twenty-four, Jensen was the oldest of the Counselors, because his uncle was the Camp Director and Jensen enjoyed helping out. More fun to be outside hanging out with a bunch of kids than stuck inside waiting tables or serving complicated frou-frou coffee drinks during his summer breaks from college. At least, it was usually more fun. This summer, though, frou-frou coffee drinks were starting to look more and more appealing. At least they weren’t likely to get him arrested.

There was a knock on the office door and Jensen groaned. Was five minutes alone too much to ask for?

“Come in,” he mumbled, not even bothering to raise his head from the table.

The door opened and he heard someone shuffling closer, then the door closing again behind them.

“What are you doing?” a voice asked curiously. Jensen could have cried. Of course. That Padalecki kid hadn’t tormented him enough today already. All week, really.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, finally pulling himself upright and looking at Jared. Then immediately wished he hadn’t. In the five minutes since Jensen had left him, Jared hadn’t changed. Still long, lean and gangly, with skin toasted nut-brown by the sun. No shirt on, of course, just some low-riding khaki shorts and the same hiking shoes he’d been wearing earlier. Jensen wanted to keep staring at him but he was fourteen years old, for fuck’s sake. Barely. And Jensen was fucked up for wanting to look at him.

But Jared was born to be looked at. He had exotically tilted, rainbow-colored eyes, pointed nose, and quirky, pink lips that always looked like he’d been sucking on a cherry popsicle. Or something else Jensen’s lizard brain supplied. And Jensen was trying to be good, but Jared just wouldn’t leave him alone. From the first day, he’d clung to Jensen like a shadow. Ordinarily Jensen wouldn’t mind, would even find it cute, but this kid…

“Are you okay?” Jared asked, sweet concern in his voice.

“Yeah, Jared, I”m fine.” Jensen said abruptly. He couldn’t deal with sweet. “What do you need?”

Jared looked a little hurt at Jensen’s brusqueness and Jensen felt a flash of guilt. Not the kid’s fault Jensen was...bothered by him, he reminded himself. He tried a smile, hoping it wouldn’t look like a grimace.

“I...um. I think I might have touched poison ivy.” Jared sounded embarrassed. Jensen sighed.

“Shouldn’t you go to the infirmary?”

“I...can’t you look?” Jared said, biting his lip. “I don’t want to have to show Alaina.” He looked so embarrassed Jensen couldn’t bring himself to turn him down.

“Fine, whatever. Lemme get the calamine lotion and you can show me -” he stopped, turning back from the little shelf where he’d grabbed the lotion to see Jared pushing his khaki pants down off his skinny hips. Jensen almost swallowed his tongue.

Jared had turned away and Jensen could see a tiny red patch on the back of his thigh, right under the curve of his ass below where the tight white cotton of his underwear rested. Jensen swallowed hard. And again, even harder, when Jared braced his hands on the metal table and bent forward.

His hands shook as he approached Jared, absently pouring a small amount of calamine lotion onto his fingers.

“You ready?” he asked, voice husky.

“Yeah,” Jared responded, his own voice low and quiet in the silent room.

Jensen reached out and smoothed his fingers over the little red patch, rubbing in the calamine lotion. He marveled at the soft, smooth skin he was touching, wanting to explore every inch of the body offered up so innocently to him.

Or was it innocent?

Jensen’s breath halted when he looked down to see Jared’s stiff little prick pushing at the front of his white underwear. His eyes flew to Jared’s face; Jared’s eyes were closed and he was biting his pink lower lip, the bright white of his slightly crooked teeth a stark contrast.

“Jared?” Jensen asked softly. Jared’s eyes flew open, and he grinned a little, sending a shiver down Jensen’s spine.

“Feels good,” Jared said. There was no shame in his eyes, no hesitation. In that instant Jensen was only sure of one thing: Jared knew exactly what he was doing. Jensen’s resistance disappeared as if it had never been.
“Yeah?” he encouraged huskily, sliding his still-stroking fingers over so they dipped into the smooth skin of Jared’s inner thighs. “You like that, Jared?”

“Yeah,,” he breathed out, and Jensen smoothed his fingers up until they rubbed just on the underside of Jared’s cotton-covered balls. Jared sighed and moved his legs apart just enough to let Jensen’s hand have free access.

“I can make you feel even better,” Jensen offered. If he was going to hell anyway, might as well enjoy the ride. Jared nodded, looking up through his eyelashes in a way that had all the blood in Jensen’s head rushing straight to his cock.

Jensen knelt behind Jared, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of Jared’s underwear and pulling them down, slowly as if he was opening a present. This sure beat anything Santa had ever left under his tree, though. He had to bite down on the groan that wanted to escape his lips when the high, tight curve of Jared’s ass was revealed, inch by inch. He left the underwear at mid-thigh, delighting in the contrast of stark white against sun-browned, warm skin.

Smoothing his hands over the split curve of Jared’s ass, he pulled the twin globes apart, revealing the dusky pink of Jared’s tight hole.

“What are you…?” Jared’s voice trailed off. For the first time he seemed a little uncertain, and it sent a dark thrill down Jensen’s spine.

“You’ll see,” he replied. “You’ll like it, I promise.” He didn’t wait for a response, just leaned forward and licked a quick stripe down Jared’s crack with the flat of his tongue, all the way down over his hole to the smooth skin behind his still-hairless balls. Jared whimpered a bit, but Jensen could tell it wasn’t out of pain or fear. He liked it. Reassured, Jensen applied himself to licking and sucking at Jared’s ass, getting him thoroughly soaked with spit and making him moan at the new sensations.

“You ever touch yourself here?” he asked Jared, tapping the pad of one finger against Jared’s asshole, watching him jump at the contact.

“N-no,” Jared said. Jensen felt a rush of dark pleasure knowing he was the first to touch Jared like this.

When Jensen figured he was wet enough, he rubbed the tip of one finger around the wrinkled pink skin of Jared’s hole, feeling it clench and unclench at the newest sensations. He kept up his fevered licking and sucking, and when he felt Jared relax enough he slid the entire finger, all at once, into Jared’s tight channel, loving the sound of Jared’s surprised gasp and the frantic clenching of muscle around his finger.

“That’s it,” he murmured soothingly. “Relax, let me in.”
Jared was trembling ever so slightly, his seductive bravado gone as he adjusted to the feel of Jensen’s finger inside him. Jensen pulled his finger back, slipping another alongside it, stretching Jared as much as he could, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to stop. He looked down over Jared’s shoulder to see his still-hard dick pushing up against the smooth, cool edge of the metal table. Good enough.

Pulling his fingers out, he ignored Jared’s disgruntled sighs long enough to open his own shorts and push them, along with his underwear down till they fell around his ankles. Stepping back, he sat heavily on the metal chair behind him, feeling the chill of the metal against the hot skin of his thighs and buttocks.

“C’mere,” he said, reaching out and grasping Jared’s skinny biceps, pulling him backwards until he topped onto Jensen’s lap. His thin frame felt lighter on Jensen’s thighs than he’d expected, and it sent a dark shiver of pleasure through him. He was definitely going to hell.

“Are you…?” Jared didn’t finish his sentence, but Jensen knew what he was asking.

“Not gonna fuck you,” he said. “No lube, for one thing.” He didn’t mention that he didn’t think he’d last long enough to get all the way inside the boy.

“Like this,” he directed, closing his own thighs to push Jared’s together, trapping his cock in the soft, smooth heat of Jared’s inner thighs. Jensen looked over Jared’s shoulder and could see the head pushing out; probably the hottest sight he’d ever seen.

“Oh,” Jared sighed in comprehension, moving to close his legs even tighter around Jensen’s cock. He was a fast learner, that kid.

“Ok, hold on,” Jensen directed, thrusting his hips up so that his cock rubbed against Jared’s smooth balls, providing the friction he’d so desperately been needing. Jared’s hands clamped down on Jensen’s thighs for stability, allowing Jensen to rock up and down. Jensen’s hands smoothed up and down Jared’s thighs, keeping them tightly closed around him. He wasn’t going to last long.

He slid one hand up until he could grip Jared’s dick, loving the ragged moan the boy let out when he did so. It didn’t take long, no more than ten strokes before Jared was shaking and gasping, slippery come coating Jensen’s hand and dripping down onto the head of Jensen’s cock, making the slide of his dick against Jared’s skin suddenly smoother. That was all Jensen needed, too, and he bucked, almost hard enough to throw Jared off if he wasn’t holding on so tight. He came harder than he ever had before, the pure dirty wrongness of what he was doing making even this almost tame act profane and unbearably hot. He shuddered and dropped his chin onto Jared’s shoulder as he rode his orgasm out.

He was slow to come to his senses, his breathing slowing as he panted against the hot, damp skin of Jared’s neck. Finally he raised his head, wondering what the hell he should say now, how he could ever make this okay.

“Thanks, Jensen!” Jared chirped brightly, hopping off Jensen’s noodle-limp thighs and stepping back into his underwear and shorts. “That poison ivy feels much better now!”

Jensen gaped at him. “Um, good?”

“Maybe later you can take another look at it, make sure it’s healing up okay,” he slipped out the door with a cheeky look on his too-young, too-smart face.

Jensen knew he should say no. He also knew he wasn’t going to.

Fic: All That Glitters (Jared/Jensen, NC-17)

fiercelynormal — Sun, 06 Sep 2015 18:32:54 GMT

Title: All that Glitters
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2300
Summary: TSA Agent Jared Padalecki has been trained for all manner of different situations. But he wasn't prepared for this.
A/N: Written for salt_burn_porn to wendy's prompt of piercings. Also inspired by this tweet from Texts From Last Night (@TFLN): (513): I just had a guy ask me if his “jewelry downstairs” would set off the metal detector.

On AO3

Jared breathed a sigh of relief as the last passenger finally passed cleanly through the metal detector. The old lady had been so confused about the alarm going off until she emptied what must have been twenty bucks in quarters out of her seemingly bottomless pockets.

He was just preparing to close down his station in order to complete his shift when he heard a throat cleared behind him.

“So, how sensitive is this thing, anyway?” asked a low voice with an edge of amusement.

Jared looked over his shoulder to see a tall, blondish leather-jacketed man slouched nonchalantly against the table, hands in his front pockets. A light scruff of ginger-colored stubble shadowed the clean lines of his face, and laughing green eyes - dramatically ringed in black kohl - sparkled out at Jared. Jared didn’t get the joke.

“Sir?” he asked, though that wasn’t what he wanted to say. You’re beautiful maybe, come home with me, probably, put your mouth on my dick, obviously, but Sir? was the only acceptable response in this situation. More’s the pity.

“I just want to know if the jewelry downstairs,” he leaned forward whispered that part conspiratorially, “will set off the metal detector. Because, you know, that might be a little embarrassing for both of us.”

In Jared’s mind’s eye he could see the gorgeous man standing in front of him, peeling down those skin-tight skinny black jeans to show off a cock adorned by...what? A tidy ladder of barbells up his shaft? A flirty little ring at the juncture of shaft and scrotum? A thick Prince Albert, drawing attention to the head? Jared didn’t know, but god, he really wanted to. He had a feeling Mr. Tall, Blond and Pierced knew it, too, judging from the way the guy was eyeing him, that amused smirk still firmly planted on those plump, biteable lips.
Jared let his gaze drift down to the crotch in question, almost as if asking for permission. The guy let him look, shifting only to widen his stance a little, showing off, and Jared knew he had to at least try.

“Well, sir, passengers always have the right to request a private pat-down if they choose not to be screened by the metal detector.” He didn’t mention that in those cases a second agent was required to accompany them, and hoped the guy wouldn’t ask. He didn’t. Jared knew he could lose his job if this went wrong for him, but honestly, if he could get his hands on the body being displayed to him, and soon, he was willing to risk it.

“All right, Jared,” said the man, flicking his eyes down to the name badge located right over Jared’s galloping heart, “why don’t you lead the way?”

A quick nod over to Chad to let him know he was leaving his now-closed down post, and Jared was leading the man over to the private screening room. They walked in and Jared closed the door behind them. There were no windows, with just a couple plastic chairs and a cheap metal table as furnishings.

“I’ll need to see your boarding pass and photo ID,” Jared said, his confidence building now that the guy was clearly on board with...whatever this was.

“Of course,” said the man, and Jared quickly scanned the boarding pass and driver’s license he handed over. Everything seemed in order, and Jared finally had a name to go with the pretty face: Mr. Jensen Ross Ackles, of Richardson, Texas. Not local, then. Jared wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

“Okay, Mr. Ackles, I’m going to start the pat-down procedure now,” Jared explained, reaching past Jensen’s to place his documents on the table behind him. Jensen straightened fully from his indolent slouch, standing just a few inches away directly in front of Jared. Jared put his hands on Jensen’s shoulders, feeling the firm bunch of muscle there before sliding down his biceps, continuing down his arms until he hit the skin left bare by the grey skull t-shirt he was wearing. His skin was warm and Jared could see freckles everywhere.

.“Arms out and to the side,” Jared ordered. He hoped Jensen wouldn’t notice he was breathing a little quickly. Jensen obeyed, lifting his arms up. Jared slipped his hands slowly under Jensen’s arms, coming around to his pecs.

“Any other, um, jewelry, I need to know about?” he looked pointedly at Jensen’s nipples.

“Not today,” Jensen said, and his grin got wider. Jared’s stomach fluttered.

Bringing his hands directly over Jensen’s pecs, he pressed down, covering Jensen’s stiffened nipples with the palms of his hands, feeling his warmth through the thin jersey that separated their skin. He heard Jensen’s breath stutter for a second, and took comfort in the evidence that Jensen was as affected by this as he was.

And Jared was affected. His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his black uniform pants. He’d never wanted anyone as quickly and intensely as he wanted Jensen. He didn’t know if it was the mystery of the “jewelry” Jensen had referred to, something he had only seen in pictures and never experienced close up, or if it was the confident, cocky way Jensen carried himself. Maybe it was a combination of the two. He was just glad Jensen appeared to return his interest, and was letting him do...this. Letting him, hell, he was practically daring Jared to touch him with every look, every word.

Jared slid his hands down Jensen’s chest, feeling every ridge and coasting over the soft expanse of his flat belly. Jensen was toned but not ripped, and Jared fervently wished he could see him naked, preferably stretched out on Jared’s king-size bed.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his low voice taking on a husky edge. He stepped forward when Jensen complied, pressing his aching dick up against the rise of Jensen’s ass, biting off a groan at how good contact felt.

“Arms down,” he said, bringing his hands up the groove of Jensen’s spine, lingering over the bunched muscles of his shoulders on the way back up. Jensen’s t-shirt was too thin and form-fitting to have hidden any contraband, but they both kept up the pretence as Jared completed his thorough “inspection”. It wasn’t really so much a pat-down as a full-body massage, but neither of them was likely to quibble about details at this point.

Jensen’s upper body now fully explored by Jared’s wandering hands, Jared rested his hands briefly on the other man’s hips, pushing his hard dick up against his tight jeans-clad ass. Jensen reached out and grabbed the table in front of him for balance, the action only serving to push him back even tighter against Jared’s pelvis.

“I’m going to need to do a visual inspection of the jewelry you mentioned,” Jared finally managed. Complete bullshit, obviously, but Jensen wasn’t arguing. Instead he straightened and turned to face Jared, and suddenly their faces were this close to each other. Jared looked into the sparkling green eyes that had drawn him in before, no longer laughing, now they were dark with need. Jared wanted desperately to kiss him but that wasn’t what this was about.

Still keeping his eyes on Jensen’s, he slid his hands to the front of Jensen’s jeans and encountered a sizeable erection. He pressed in on it just to hear Jensen’s muffled groan before finally breaking eye contact to carefully unbutton and unzip his jeans. He moved slowly as he pulled the zip down, drawing out his anticipation of what he was going to find. As more and more skin was revealed he realized that Jensen was completely bare, and his breathing hitched.

His hands spread the opening of Jensen’s jeans wider until he was able to pull out Jensen’s cock, and there it was, a neat row of four barbells forming a ladder on the underside of his dick; eight little balls that made Jared’s mouth water with the need to touch them with his tongue.

“You need to get closer to inspect them?” Jensen asked breathlessly, his cock jumping in Jared’s hand when his fingers twitched on the slick head.

“Yeah,” Jared breathed, sinking down to his knees. He wasn’t capable of saying anything else. He stared at the column of adorned flesh before him, admiring the glint of the little silver balls in the harsh fluorescent light of the inspection room. He could just barely make out the shape of the bars running through the thin skin that they pierced. He wondered idly how much it must have hurt to get that done, and how much pleasure the sensation of them brought Jensen. He wondered other things, too, like how those little balls would feel against his tongue, or in his ass. But he didn’t ask any of those questions.

Reaching out the point of his tongue, he curiously touched it to the metal of one of the bars, loving how hard it felt against the softness of the skin surrounding it, dimly noting that it was warm from the heat of Jensen’s body. Emboldened now, he ran his tongue up the center of the ladder created by those wicked barbells, feeling the washboard texture they created on the shaft as he went. Jensen’s hands came forward and gripped Jared’s shoulders tightly, and Jared knew Jensen was just as turned on by this as he was.

Finally he could wait no longer, now that he’d somewhat satisfied his curiosity he had to get that thick dick in his mouth. He licked his lips to wet them and took two thirds of Jensen’s dick in one swoop, making Jensen grunt in surprise. One hand held the base of Jensen’s shaft, the other rested on his hip. Jared began to work his mouth up and down, feeling the bump-bump-bump of the barbells on the flat of his tongue as he moved. He was instantly addicted. He lost himself for a long while in the steady smooth drag of his mouth over the warm flesh and hard metal, the occasional click against his lower teeth giving him little jolts of pleasure.

Above him, Jensen was sighing and moaning quietly, his hands clenching and unclenching restlessly on Jared’s shoulders, an endless stream of filthy words escaping his lips. Once he even sighed Jared and it sent a thrill down Jared’s spine to hear his name said just like that. He couldn’t reached down to palm himself through the cotton/poly blend of his uniform pants, the pressure on his own dick already almost enough to tip him over, he was so turned on.

Then Jensen’s hands were on his head, pulling him closer, away, closer, until Jared thought he would choke on the thick flesh filling his mouth. Jensen ground his hips, and the metal balls slid back on Jared’s tongue as the tip of Jensen’s cock reached the back of his throat, Jared’s hand slipping off the base as it came up to grip his hip as if holding onto a lifeline.

They were both breathing harshly now, Jared trying to get as much air in through his nose as he could and it was so perfect he never wanted it to end. But all good things do, and Jensen hissed out a warning, giving Jared an instant to decide whether or not to pull off. He didn’t, and soon his mouth was filled with hot, salty spunk which he swallowed gratefully, his hand clenching spasmodically over his own dick as he came in his cheap uniform pants in one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had.

He held Jensen’s slick dick in his mouth as he softened, loving the creep of the little metal balls along his tongue, loving the musky scent of his body and the tang of his come on his lips. Jensen’s hands gradually relaxed their tight grip on Jared’s head, until he could again hear their harsh breathing in the room as it settled into smoother, quieter breaths.

Finally, reluctantly, he pulled off, feeling the little silver balls scrape against his teeth one final time, licking his lips to catch any stray drops of come that had escaped. He stood, knees popping, the mess in his underwear cooling to an uncomfortable yet still fucking exciting reminder of what they’d just done.

He looked into Jensen’s kohl-rimmed eyes and the cocky amusement was beginning to return. Jared was grateful; it meant no awkwardness. His own lips quirked up in a smile. Stepping back, he reached over and picked up Jensen’s documents as Jensen gingerly tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them up, closing the button with deft fingers.

“Looks like everything checks out okay, Mr. Ackles,” Jared said, his voice husky from having Jensen’s cock shoved down his throat for the last several minutes. Jensen’s eyes glinted in amusement.

“Thank you for being so...thorough, I definitely feel safe knowing what a bang-up job you’re doing here.” Jensen drawled, and they started toward the door together, Jared reaching past Jensen to open the door.

“I hope you enjoy your flight back to Richardson,” Jared said politely, feeling a jab of disappointment at the thought of this man disappearing through those gates forever.

“I was thinking I might cancel and take a different flight out tomorrow,” Jensen said, eyeing Jared speculatively. “If I could find a place to stay for the night, anyway.”

Jared said nothing, just grabbed Jensen’s arm and pulled him along, tossing a little wave over his shoulder at a smirking Chad as they left the security area. Together.

SPN-Masquerade -- New Round Open Soon!

fiercelynormal — Thu, 03 Sep 2015 00:58:35 GMT

Originally posted by tebtosca at SPN-Masquerade -- New Round Open Soon!

spn_masquerade
The Parade of Perversion: Round Opens September 5th

That's a wrap!

fiercelynormal — Sat, 11 Jul 2015 06:47:23 GMT

Originally posted by fiercelynormal at That's a wrap!

Our eleven chapter multi-authored fic spnanthology adventure has come to a hilarious end. Thank you so much to riyku, cherie_morte, tipsy_kitty, morrezela, cleflink homo_pink, dugindeep, deirdre_c, milly_gal and tebtosca for coming out to play. I hope you had as much fun as I did!

For those who haven't had a chance to read it (or want to relive the adventure), Chapter 1 is posted here!

S10 Gag Reel Gifs

fiercelynormal — Mon, 29 Jun 2015 19:14:24 GMT

Created a few gag reel gifs.

Big Bang Art: Storm Clouds

fiercelynormal — Thu, 25 Jun 2015 16:46:31 GMT

Fic title: Storm Clouds
Author name: archofimagine and lady__delirium (hufflecas on AO3)
Artist name: fiercelynormal
Genre: RPS
Pairing: Misha/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jensen is a pilot in a serious relationship with Jared — the young mayor of a town outside of Austin. Because of his career, Jared is completely in the closet and their relationship is a big secret. Jensen is tired of it all - Jared's controlling attitude, dominance in the bedroom, and the fact that he has to pretend to be a roommate while Jared 'dates' a woman. It's these annoyances that have him falling for a pair of sad blue eyes in Boston. Having just attended his uncle's funeral, Misha is a bubbling mess that even breaks down during sex and cries. But there's something about him and his easy going demeanor that pulls Jensen in — and has him following the other man to Thailand for a month.
Acknowledgements: Thank you to archofimagine and hufflecas for writing this lovely story and being so easy to work with. Thank you to tebtosca for the encouragement, and thanks to the hard-working and patient wendy for everything!

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Fun and games

fiercelynormal — Sun, 21 Jun 2015 19:34:56 GMT

Part 7 of our round-robin fic is up at spnanthology! This chapter is written by tipsy_kitty. If you haven't had a chance to check this adventure story out, or if you just need to catch up, head on over to the comm for some summer fun!

SPN Anthology!

fiercelynormal — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 18:41:15 GMT

spnanthology
A multi-authored fic adventure!

If you haven't already checked out the fun happening at spnanthology, go read the story from the beginning! It's full of great writers and fandom in-jokes and hilarious summer fun. Chapter 6 is now posted, this installment written by yours truly!

Anchors Aweigh!

fiercelynormal — Wed, 03 Jun 2015 23:38:30 GMT

It started with a Twitter convo...as most fun things do. A bunch of us were talking about what would happen if we all wrote parts of the same fic. And from that, spnanthology was born.

spnanthology
A multi-authored fic adventure!

So riyku, alycat, cherie_morte, cleflink, deirdre_c, dugindeep, homo_pink, morrezela, tipsy_kitty, zubeneschamali, tebtosca and I will each be writing a chapter in the sure-to-be-epic saga that starts as follows:

Pirate!JDM washes ashore of a distant land, and is given a kingdom. What happens next is up to you...

Each author has 72 hours to write their chapter and tag the next author. The lovely riyku has already completed Chapter 1! All pairings and ratings are allowed, so join the comm to watch and see how our story unfolds...

I love them so muuuuch!!

fiercelynormal — Sun, 31 May 2015 22:08:25 GMT

Brand new 10 Years of J2 vid by the lovely textandtea /hopscotchwaltz. It made me teary because I'm a sap. The password for the vid is J2.

Announcing Round 6 of SPN_Cinema!

fiercelynormal — Mon, 18 May 2015 20:23:02 GMT

Originally posted by cinema_mod at Announcing Round 6 of SPN_Cinema!

Hello, cinema fans! Based on feedback and careful consideration of the busy fandom schedule, we've decided to begin the next round of Cinema on June 1. We are also going to try something new this round - OPEN POSTING! It is our hope that this less stressful posting schedule will encourage more participants to complete their fanworks and be happy with the results. The schedule for this round will be as follows:

June 1 - Claims open
June 3 - Claims close
June 4 - Second round claims open
June 5 - Second round claims close
July 1 - Drafts due (fic and art)
August 1 - Open posting begins
August 31 - Posting closes

If you're new and want to know how it all works, or if you just need a refresher, please check out our FAQs page. If you'd like to spread the word and help generate some buzz for the new round, please feel free to yoink the banner of this post, or use our ready-made banners here.

Fandom love

fiercelynormal — Sun, 17 May 2015 07:52:03 GMT

Nothing brings the love out like a love meme, and given the events of the past few days, we can all use a little more loving than usual!

♥ LOVE MEME ♥

full meme | my thread

fiercelynormal — Sat, 09 May 2015 03:16:21 GMT

You will do it and you'll kick ass because you're awesome!

Fic: Out of Time, Out of Place (Sam/Benny, NC-17, 1330 words)

fiercelynormal — Tue, 31 Mar 2015 06:51:18 GMT

Title: Out of Time, Out of Place
Pairing: Sam/Benny
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1330
Summary: It may have been Benny's choice to return to Purgatory in order to save Sam Winchester, but that doesn't mean he can't take a little reward for himself.
Warnings: Rough sex
A/N: Written for the 2015 spnspringfling for sammycolt24. Thanks to tebtosca for the inspiration and late night Vegas writing session, and to riyku for the encouragement!

On AO3

He was strong, Dean’s brother. Strong in a way Benny hadn’t expected, knowing that for a year he hadn’t searched for Dean, hadn’t turned the earth upside down looking like Benny knew in his bones Dean would have if the situation was reversed. But he was there now, in Purgatory, fresh out of hell and determined to save the world - not for the first time, if the stories Dean had told him were to be believed - and Benny found himself respecting the guy in spite of himself.

Not that he hadn’t earned himself a little poke or two, though.

“Make sure you give Dean my regards,” he said, after the old man had been tucked safely into Sam’s arm for the journey - and Benny tried not to think about that too much, the memories still all too clear to him. He added a little smirk, knowing it would get Sam’s back up. And it did, Benny could see it, in the way Sam’s spine stiffened, the curt nod he gave in a semblance of gratitude for Benny’s help. But it burned him, Benny knew. Not enough to push him over though, and even though he respected the kid now, didn’t mean he wouldn't take something for himself, one last moment of connection before he was left alone here forever.

Benny had been relieved, pathetically so, when Dean had asked for this favor. He’d tried to be good, oh, God, had he tried, but the siren call of blood was so much more seductive there; the scents and sounds and sights and taste so much sweeter and brighter and he just couldn’t be good anymore. Best he was back where he belonged, where he was free of the heavy weight of expectation, of morality, of humanity. Where he could just...be.

But first, a taste, of this tarnished but somehow still shining boy whose eyes were dark with pain and fear and regret. And jealousy. So much life in those eyes, and Benny wanted a taste of that, something to keep him warm on the cold, dangerous nights that stretched endlessly before him. It didn’t need to be pretty, or sweet. It just needed to be real.

“It bothers you, knowing I had him. Doesn’t it, cher?” he taunted, knowing he’d hit home when the polite mask Sam was wearing dropped away and revealed the rage he’d been keeping hidden. “That while you were off, playing at normal, I had him every way and everywhere I could.”

“You shut your fucking mouth,” Sam warned, his eyes flashing dark as the grip he had on his knife tightened. “You’re only alive because you did us a favor. Don’t push it.”

“Or maybe you’re just mad because I gave him something you couldn’t.”

Oh, there it was, the barb that slipped through Sam's defenses, and he came at Benny full-steam, tackling him to the ground and falling heavily on top of him. Those wounded eyes hid a ton of strength, Benny had time to muse just before a fist caught him in the mouth, splitting his lip and providing a taste of blood. But it was his own, so there was no satisfaction, only hunger. He'd have to change that.

"Maybe you want a sample of what he had here, eh, Sammy? Want to see what a blood-sucker can give him that you can't?" He could feel when Sam's aggression changed course, from wild violence to something different. Sam stilled for a moment before he exploded in a flurry of movement, sitting up to straddle Benny right there in the dirt of Purgatory.

Sam attacked his own belt buckle and the fastening on his jeans, pulling them open and revealing his long, angry red dick. He paused, looking a little lost when he was fully exposed, as if he was second-guessing himself, that damnable morality getting in the way again. Morality was useless in Purgatory though.

"What's the matter, Sammy, worried you don't quite measure up to a vampire?" Benny taunted. As insults go it was rather tame, he reckoned, but it still did the job, and next Sam was yanking at Benny's pants, loosening them and pulling them down far enough to expose Benny to Sam's wrathful gaze. Benny had been hoping he could look into Sam's face when this went down, so he could watch the emotions crossing over the face of the last living human he was likely to encounter, but Sam had other ideas. He flipped Benny over so his hard dick was scraping the dirt and shoving into him with no preparation or finesse.

Benny barely had time to thank his lucky stars for a vampire's superior healing ability before Sam was pulling back, but he was only gaining leverage for a bigger thrust, sliding in so far Benny was sure he could taste him. Sam set a punishing pace, and Benny wasn't ashamed to admit he was loving every minute of it. The pain was minor compared to the connection. It wasn't gentle, or tender, or even really about Benny, he knew, but it made him feel vital and alive and connected to Sam, in much the same way he'd been connected to Dean before him. They were so alike in some ways, those boys, and they just couldn't see it.

Sam was tensing up now, and Benny could tell he was about to come. Benny knew he was a long way from orgasm himself, no matter how hard he'd gotten off on this encounter, and he resigned himself to jerking off to the memory at some later date. But when Sam collapsed against him during his orgasm and Benny felt his tears on the side of his neck, he stayed silent, letting Sam keep his secret to himself.

Sam rolled off and covered his face with his arm while Benny stood and straightened his clothes, dusting himself off as best he could after being ground into the dirt. Finally he turned to face Sam, nudging him with his booted toe.

"Up and at'em, Sam, time to get back to saving the world," he left the mockery out of this voice this time, now feeling only pity for this young man with so much weight and sorrow on his shoulders.

Sam stood, righting his own clothes, avoiding Benny's eyes until he was finished. Then he faced him squarely, manning up to hold his gaze.

"Listen, Benny, I -"

"Don't bother, Sam. You and me, we're good. Or at least, we will be if you could do me a favor. Or, two favors, really."

Sam lifted his chin defensively but he nodded a curt affirmative.

"First, a little top up for the road? It's the last decent meal I'll get here," Benny could tell that it went against Sam's grain to agree to be vampire chow, but he still agreed quickly enough.

"Done. And the second favor?" Sam asked.

"You hold onto him this time. Quit running from what you both need, and hold on to him. You hear me, Sam?" Benny didn't know why it was so vitally important to him that these fucked up brothers finally sorted themselves out, only knew that Purgatory would be a lot easier for him to bear if he could think of Dean as happy out there in the real world. And Sam, now, too. Man saves the world, he deserves a little peace, Benny reckoned.

"Benny- " Sam stopped himself, apparently realizing that excuses and prevarications would be useless here. Then finally "I will. Thank you." Benny nodded in acknowledgement, and after collecting on the first promised favor, he watched Sam disappear through the portal, back to his trials, back to Dean, back to life. And as for Benny, well, as he drew his knife and started whistling a cheerful old tune as he hacked his way through the first of the beings stupid enough to challenge him, he figured everyone had ended up with, if not what they wanted, at least what they deserved.

End

Fandom, how I love you

fiercelynormal — Fri, 27 Mar 2015 23:45:18 GMT

I took a couple days to work my way through the entire spnspringfling challenge this week, and let me tell you, this fandom is freaking awesome. There were SO MANY great fics,vids and artworks posted, including the one created specially for me, Here Be ~~Dragons~~ Wyvern (Jared/Jensen, R), which I adored!

Here's a sample of some of my favorites. Not nearly ALL of my favorites, because there are far too many to rec. Some of the recs below are not strictly J2 or Sam/Dean fics; please give them a try, even if they're not your regular pairings - you will be pleasantly surprised, I assure you!

Cemetery Dreams - Jared/Jensen, NC-17 - beautifully written supernatural/HS AU fic

I will follow you into the dark - Sam/Dean, R - later-life Winchesters. Mind the warnings, and know that this fic made me ugly cry but it was gorgeous and perfect.

Southern Hospitality - Jared/Jensen/Danneel - NC-17 - my favorite OT3, in a brain-meltingly hot fic.

Black Irises and Sunshine - Jared/Jensen - R - HS AU fic, memorable characters with a wonderfully misfit Jared that I would love to see so much more of.

Set Out Running Sam/Jensen, R - such a unique pairing, in a gorgeously angsty Sam POV set in s8.

Be My Angel? Jared/Jensen, NC-17, supernatural/HS AU - loved the tone of this and the unique approach taken

Nothing Can Come Between Us Sam/Dean/OFC, Sam/Dean, NC-17 - a perfectly-done, boys finally giving into their need for each other fic.

The First of Many - FANART - Sam/Dean, PG - stunningly gorgeous piece with bonus!facial hair and tattoos

Souls Are Overrated - FANART - Soulless!Sam/Dean, NC-17 - beautifully done art with bonus nudity and restrained violence. And did I mention Soulless!Sam??

Letters from a Half-Finished Boy - Sam/Dean, R - absolutely breathtaking fic, with a beautiful, lyrical writing style

I'm Sorry Sam/Kevin, PG-13 - wonderful, angsty s9 fic.

Stay With Me A While Jared/Jeff, NC-17 - hot and lovely fic with one of my favorite, sadly-too-rare pairs

Early Morning Yesterday- Jensen/Jeff, R - sexy, happy-making fic with a pairing that needs to happen more!

Moments - Jensen/Jeff, PG-13 - sweet, fun fic because we need more JDM in all the things.

Second Thoughts - Genevieve/Adrienne, PG - sweet, angsty fic, wonderfully written with a cool premise.

OK, I wanted to keep it to ten but went way over, but I'm sure you'll forgive me for my excesses, right? Right??

Masquerade Master Post

fiercelynormal — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 18:32:19 GMT

All along I thought I had only written five fills for this round of spn_masquerade but it turns out I actually wrote six, beating my record from Round 1! (Ok, one fill barely counts but I'm taking it and you can't stop me). Here are all my fills in one handy place:

Title: Wrap You Up
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Words: 983
Summary: Written for the prompt "J2 grab a quickie BJ before the gold panel at a con. Jared doesn't quite catch everything (author's choice if accidental or one J does it on purpose) and gets come on his scarf, but there's no time to change before going onstage. Both guys get off on knowing Jared is wearing some of Jensen in front of hundreds of fans, and find excuses to touch/sniff the scarf during the panel."

Title: Saturday Night Special
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/kinks: Infidelity, gun porn, fingering, semi-public sex
Summary: Written for the prompt of "Jensen is in a relationship with an uptight and boring guy, who thinks he's the best catch someone can have. But he never does anything exciting, neither in the bedroom nor out of the bedroom.

When Jensen and his boyfriend find themselves in a hostage situation, Jensen's boyfriend is a whimpering mess, trying to hide behind Jensen. Jensen just rolls his eyes while being provocative and not shutting up, insulting the bank robbers. Jensen is more than glad that finally something exciting is happening in his life. And Jared, one of the bank robbers? Finds it all very amusing and is more than willing to show Jensen how much excitement someone can really have."

Title: The Lies We Tell Ourselves
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1280
Warnings/Kinks: Threesome, double penetration
Summary: Sometimes, Sam and Dean like to share a woman, and sometimes it’s not about the woman at all.

Title: At Your Service
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Danneel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1230
Kinks/Warnings: Threesome
Summary: Written for the prompt: Jared is Meechum, Danneel is Claire, Jensen is Frank.
[Spoilers for House of Cards Season 2, wherein Frank and Claire (the President and First Lady) invite Meechum (their Secret Service agent) to their bed]

Title: Watch Me
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1350
Kinks: masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Summary: Written for the prompt: Every year the porn industry hosts a charity auction where people can buy various adult entertainment stars--at exorbitant prices-- and have them reenact a particular scene from one of their films in a private room. Jensen is the highest bidder for JT Powers.

Title: The Unicorn
Pairing: Deer!Jared/Unicorn!Jensen
Rating: G
Word Count: 378
Summary: It's that time of the year when animals shed their horns. Deer Jared has been looking forward to finding his mate. It's just his luck that as soon as he meets his mate his antlers shed and he's deeply embarrassed. Jensen the unicorn is smitten anyway.

Fic: The Unicorn (Jared/Jensen, G, 378 words)

fiercelynormal — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 18:15:45 GMT

Title: The Unicorn
Pairing: Deer!Jared/Unicorn!Jensen
Rating: G
Word Count: 378
Summary: It's that time of the year when animals shed their horns. Deer Jared has been looking forward to finding his mate. It's just his luck that as soon as he meets his mate his antlers shed and he's deeply embarrassed. Jensen the unicorn is smitten anyway.
A/N: Written for Round 2 of spn_masquerade. I was almost too embarrassed to post this but what the hell.

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The smell of fall is in the air, the leaves overhead a dizzying rainbow of reds, yellows, and greens. Standing at the side of a small, crystal stream, Jared shakes his head from side to side, enjoying the heavy weight of the antlers crowning him.

“Nice rack, dear,” comes a sardonic voice, and Jared spins around, almost tripping on his long, lanky forelegs as he turns. He has a blistering retort right on the tip of his tongue, but it completely dries up when he sees the gleaming, white unicorn in front of him. He’s a magnificent beast, almost as tall as Jared himself, but much more delicate-looking, with gorgeous, mossy green eyes that are currently fixed on Jared’s prized antlers.

“Beautiful,” Jared sighs. Who can blame him, really, when it’s been centuries since the last known unicorn sighting in these woods.

“You’re not so bad yourself, young buck,” says the unicorn with a teasing grin, clear interest in his eyes now that Jared has turned to face him.

“Thanks, I-” thud Jared’s head lists to the right as his left antler suddenly drops off onto the ground. Jared wishes that ground will open up and swallow him whole. His beautiful antler! So large, and so many beautiful, well-developed points. What's the point in growing the damn things if the minute he meets a prospective mate the stupid thing drops off?

“I...uh, think you dropped something,” says the unicorn gently. Jared can’t stand to look him in the eye. He figures he’ll just wander away to die of embarrassment in some other magical glade.

“Hey,” says the unicorn, nudging Jared under the jaw - carefully, so as not to impale him on his gleaming ivory horn. “It’s not so bad, you know. It’ll grow back next year, bigger even! And look, now we match - unicorns!”

It's was such a bad joke, Jared has to laugh. It feels good. Actually, it feels better than good. Jared feels a growing connection between him and - “What’s your name, anyway? I can’t just call you Unicorn forever!”

“I’m Jensen,” comes the reply. “And I hope maybe you can also call me...mate?”

Jared’s other antler drops off, but this time he doesn’t give a damn.

Fic: Watch Me (Jared/Jensen, NC-17, 1350 words)

fiercelynormal — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 17:59:40 GMT

Title: Watch Me
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1350
Kinks: masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Summary: Written for the prompt: Every year the porn industry hosts a charity auction where people can buy various adult entertainment stars--at exorbitant prices-- and have them reenact a particular scene from one of their films in a private room. Jensen is the highest bidder for JT Powers.
A/N: Written for Round 2 of spn_masquerade

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Jensen is an idiot.

He’s pretty sure his friends would be more than happy to tell him this, if they knew what he was doing. Or, you know, if he had friends. But there’s no way in hell anyone will ever know.

He pulls a meticulously-folded piece of standard printer paper out of his pocket, smoothing it open as carefully as if it’s one of Willy Wonka’s golden tickets. Considering how much he paid for it, it might as well be.

“Dear JA240,

CONGRATULATIONS! You are the high bidder for the JT POWERS PRIVATE EXHIBITION!

Please arrive at the JDM STUDIOS location below at 3:00 PM on March 21, 2015 for your PRIVATE EXHIBITION.

REMINDER: No physical contact, verbal abuse or disrespect is to be directed at our models. This is exhibition is FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.”

He reluctantly surrenders the paper to the cute red-headed receptionist at the entrance to JDM Studios. The waiting room is disconcertingly bland, just like any office building in the world. But somewhere in one of those back rooms waits JT Powers, so this office is inherently special.

Jensen knows it’s ridiculous and pathetic to blow so much money on a personal exhibition by his favorite porn star. Who even does that? But what the hell, he makes enough money that he never spends because he’s too busy working; he can afford it, so who cares how he spends his money?

Jensen follows the receptionist - Danneel, she cheerfully introduces herself - to a nondescript door down the hallway. She opens the door and motions to Jensen to go in, offering a friendly and professional “have fun!” as she goes.

Jensen walks further into the room and there he is - JT Powers in the flesh. Well, not just in the flesh. He’s dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, just like any average college student on the street. But Jensen knows he’s far from average.

“Hi, there, I’m JT,” the kid - to Jensen’s 35, 22 feels like a kid, anyway - holds out a hand and Jensen just looks at it.

“It said I’m not allowed to touch you,” he mumbles, and JT laughs.

“Shaking my hand is definitely allowed,” Jensen blushes, but takes JT’s outstretched hand. He tries not to linger like a creep, but JT’s fingers are so long, and slender, and soft. And Jensen knows just how wicked those fingers can be. He pulls his hand away reluctantly.

“So, this is your exhibition, Mr. JA240, what would you like me to do? I have costumes, toys, you name it, I do it. Within reason, of course,” he winks flirtatiously, one slightly slanted eyelid coming down over his multi-colored eye, and Jensen considers vomiting rainbows but manages to restrain himself. Barely.

“Jensen,” he responds, and JT nods. “And I don’t need costumes or toys. Remember your first movie? That’s what I want.”

JT looks genuinely surprised. “But that was just -”

“Perfect,” Jensen sighs. JT’s face softens a bit, becoming less professional and more him, Jensen is sure.

“Okay, why don’t you have a seat,” JT offers, motioning to a comfortable-looking wing chair that Jensen is pretty sure featured heavily in JT’s last movie. Jensen’s reasonably certain he recognizes the pattern on the microfiber, recalls how pretty JT looked bent over the arm while his co-star Tom reamed him from behind. His hand unconsciously strokes the soft fabric of the chair arm.

JT reaches behind his head, grasps the back of his t-shirt, and pulls it over his head. He’s not doing a sexy striptease, just undressing like any guy would at the end of the day. He flicks open the button on his jeans and pulls down the zip, pushing the pants down his long, tanned thighs and calves, taking his underwear with him. He kicks the jeans off and stretches, naked, the lean muscles of his chest pulling and bunching as he moves. His long, cut cock lies soft against his thigh.

Flopping down on the bed, JT closes his eyes, and idly begins to touch himself, just a guy alone in his bedroom. His hand drifts lazily over his chest, fingers tweaking his nipple a bit as they pass, teasing himself. His dick is starting to fill, thickening where it lies over the crease of his thigh. He drops one hand down to it and strokes it lightly, his grip loose, from base to tip, over and over until he’s fully hard, the pronounced downward curve of his cock that Jensen loves so much on full, mouthwatering display.

Jensen sits, motionless and rapt, as JT strokes his dick with one hand while the other roams over his chest and belly, tracing all the hills and valleys that Jensen longs to explore with his tongue. When JT finally drops that wandering hand down to pull on his balls, Jensen can’t help leaning forward in anticipation.

Those fingers roll his balls around, eliciting breathy moans from JT and inaudible ones from Jensen as he grips the chair arms to stop himself from dropping his hand to his own painfully hard dick.

JT has moved his fingers lower now, playing over the ridge of his hole with the pads of his fingertips. His breathy moans are getting louder now, and even from his position in the chair Jensen can see the gleam of pre-come on the tip of his pretty dick. He lingers there for long minutes, dragging Jensen’s anticipation out until it feels like his nerves are stretched. Then he sinks the entire length of his middle finger deep into his hole, arching up off the bed at the sensation. He pulls it back out and replaces it with two, fucking himself down on those fingers like they’re the best thing he’s ever had in him.

Jensen is mesmerized, his eyes darting the short distance between the hand on the long, curved cock and the fingers pumping in and out of that tight, pink hole. JT has pulled his legs up, giving Jensen’s avid eyes unfettered access to the scene. His moans are getting loud now, uninhibited, and Jensen almost thinks he hears his name at one point.

Jensen wishes it could go on and on, but eventually, inevitably, JT is pumping his dick for all it’s worth, pumping the fingers of the other hand in and out of his hole so quickly Jensen is wincing in sympathy for the abused flesh. Then JT’s back arches, almost lifting him off the bed, and he stills at the apex of the arch, a beautiful, living sculpture. Jensen can’t see the muscles clenching around JT’s fingers, but he knows they are, as JT shoots his release in a spray of white that reaches up to his neck. Jensen wishes more than anything that he had the right to lick those droplets up from his skin.

He waits, rapt, while JT comes down from his orgasm, finally blinking those catlike eyes open again and focusing on Jensen. He smiles softly, removing his fingers from his body casually like he didn’t just finger-fuck himself raw in front of a complete stranger. He sits up and walks over to the changing screen set in the corner, grabbing an emerald green silk dressing gown hanging off the edge of it and settling it over his shoulders, belting it at the waist.

Only now, does he look a little shy, a little vulnerable, nibbling at the corner of his lip before he asks, “Was that okay?” Jensen wants to kiss him. He doesn’t.

“That was perfect,” he says. He stands to leave, ignoring the aching hardness of his own dick. He’ll take care of that later, with a whole new set of memories to replay while he strokes himself off.

“So, um, thanks, JT,” he says as he makes his way to the door. Emily Post didn’t exactly write up the rules of etiquette for situations like this.

“Jared,” he hears softly behind him. He nods and walks out, closing the door quietly as he goes.

Jared.