#Thank goodness I found a flower beginning with x that also stood for everlasting love

[flowercrown-bard]

Aghast, Jaskier pressed a hand to his chest, as he stared at Geralt, who looked as if he hadn't just admitted to the most heartbreaking thing the poet had ever heard.

"But in eighty years, not even once!" he exclaimed.

Calmly, Geralt shrugged.

"Didnt think it would be such a shock to you."

"Excuse me, of course it comes as a shock to hear that one of the kindest, sweetest, most lovely -"

Feeling his cheeks warm up, Geralt let out a half-hearted warning growl, that didn't do anything to stop Jaskier.

"- genuine people I have ever met, has never received flowers from anyone."

Heartbroken didn't even come close to the look on Jaskier's face, as he took Geralt's hand.

"I don't mind," Geralt said, forgetting to put the growl into his voice, as he stared dumbly at Jaskier's thumb rubbing circles into the back of his hand.

Jaskier huffed in indignation.

"Keep saying that, if you please, but I still think it's an I justice."

Letting go of Jaskier's hand felt like leaving home, yet Geralt didn't stop the bard, as he dropped his hand.

"My duty as your best friend is to care about you and make sure you're feeling properly appreciated, so -"

Never pausing in his speech, Jaskier squinted at the grass next to the road they were walking on.

"Oh!"

Perking up, Jaskier skipped ahead a couple of steps.

Quickly, he bent down and plucked something off the ground, immediately hiding it behind his back.

Raising an eyebrow, Geralt tried to silently ask Jaskier what he had found, but for once, Jaskier stayed silent.

Slowly, almost reverently, he waited for Geralt to catch up with him.

Then, he presented him with a bright purple flower.

Unsure what to do, Geralt only stood there dumbfounded.

"Very well," Jaskier sighed with a fond roll of his eyes, "guess I'll have to do it myself."

With that, he stepped closer, gently brushed Geralts hair behind his ear and ever so carefully tucked the flower behind it as well.

"Xeranthemum, also known as immortelles," Jaskier started to explain, caressing the blooms one last time before dropping his hand, "stand for things that are everlasting, just like us."

"You're staying with me then?" Geralt asked and even as he said it, he knew that it wasn't really a question.

"Zeugls, ghouls and selkimores combined wouldn't be able to make me leave your side," Jaskier said and slipped his hand once more into Geralt's, where it stayed for the rest of the day.

[russianredassassin]

Helena Bertinelli x Female Reader - Getting Married

I hope the person who requested this enjoys this and sorry for taking so long :)

Word Count: 1,585

A/N: Y/F/N means Your First Name, Y/L/N means Your Last Name and the quotes are in italics and I obtained  them from the website Search Quotes - https://www.searchquotes.com/ 

Here it was. The moment you’ve been waiting for what seems like your life. Your wedding day, in just a few moments you were going to be Mrs Y/N Bertinelli, wife of the perfect Helena Bertinelli. Months and Months of planning it had taken to get to this point. Flashing back to one of the many days of planning with the wedding planner who was if memory served, was a real pain in the backside. During an especially exhausting afternoon with him, he quickly left our apartment to get some more examples of table settings to show the both of you for your big day. As soon as the doors closed behind him you immediately facepalmed and groaned into your hands. Helena was to the left of you and calmly carrying on with the work looking through of couple pictures.

“Not wanting to sound too mean here, but I’m about this close to killing someone,” you said scrunching your face and pinching your thumb and index finger together for emphases “Preferably him” you pointed at the closed door, your eyebrows raised showing anger written all over your face. You glanced at Helena before taking in a deep breath then exhaling. A faux attempt at calming down. When Helena spoke up, stopping what she was doing. 

“You’re stressed,” she said not looking up at me

“How could you tell,” I said, my voice mumbled from my face buried in my hands

“Well if you wanna calm down, my crossbows’ under our bed,” Helena said causing me to raise my head up from my hands and stare at Helena “Just Make sure to aim for the head and...” 

“Helena no, I don't really want to kill him,” I said softly, staring at her causing a childish grin to appear at my response. All the while still working and glanced down. The sound of footsteps suddenly invaded my ears signalling the return of our wedding planner, so I took another breath and put on my best-forced smile. He was just about to enter back into our apartment when out the corner of my eye Helena stopped what she was doing and leaned down and grab something. A Gun! 

“hELENA NO!” I shouted, diving for the gun in her hand to get rid of it, causing Helena to fall out of the chair. So thankfully I choose to go through all of this with Helena. Flashing back to the present, catching sight of the clock and realising it was almost time, you reached over to grab the bouquet of flowers on the side table and turned around only to be met with your father. Ready to walk you down the aisle. Once you got to the towering double doors that behind was your entire future, butterflies suddenly took off in your stomach. Making you feel slightly sick. To shoo those feelings away, you imagined what Helena would be wearing, what colour her dress it would be and just how beautiful she would be. And then the doors opened and everyone stood up and as the music started to signal yo out of your thoughts to walk down the aisle. Seeing all your family and friends smiling proudly at you, then you finally get to see Helena in all her graceful glory. Her dress, a beautiful purple dress. Accentuated by white flowers and glitter trailed around her waist and fell all down the dress, resembling a trail of petals. The bottom of the dress was lined with silver. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Y/F/N Y/L/N and Helena Bertinelli in holy matrimony...” The Officiant began the introduction to the wedding as you and Helena stood in front of all of your friends and family. smiling proudly for you to have found just a perfect person like Helena, Helena however, had no family to look on at her proudly, but there was however her friends, the fellow birds of prey Renee, Dinah and Harley as her bridesmaids, standing off to the side of her all dressed up in their beautiful white bridesmaids' dresses smiling proudly at Helena. And with Bruce of course. Harley’s plus one Hyena compete with his hair neatly brushed and washed and wearing his own little red and black bow tie.   

“Do you, Helena Bertinelli take this Y/N LN to be your lawfully wedded wife for better or worse in sickness or in health?” The Officiant said to her 

“I do” Helena replied

“And do you Y/N take Helena Bertinelli to be your lawfully wedded wife for better or worse, in sickness and in heath?” 

“I certainly do,” you said nodding and smiling hardly able to contain yourself 

“It is now time for the vows,” the Officiant said, “To which I believe Y/N and Helena has decided to write their own vows, Ms Bertinelli would you like to start?” Helena simply nodded before Dinah reached over and gave a small piece of paper with her vows written on it. Helena took a deep breath to calm down and focus on this one moment she had been both dreaming and dreading of.

“Y/N I...I love you. Having you in my heart give me confidence, strength and a fresh hope to conquer anything life throws in my way. You give me a...give me a new light to life. I Love you ” Helena said before she suddenly stopped talking and having her eyes locked down onto the paper and her brows furrowed in intense concentration 

“That was a quote I found on the internet by Terry Mark, and it perfectly encapsulates how I fell about you. Back when I was a little girl, my whole family was killed and had no one. Nothing but the need for revenge. Then spent the next 15 years training to fulfil that need for revenge. But luckily I had my friends Renee Montoya, Dinah Lance and Harley Quinn. But even outside of that I still had nothing, then I met you. And lucky doesn't even begin to cover you. Y/N, Your angelic sweet voice is music to my ears. No matter what has happened in during the day I just hear that voice and a smile bursts onto my face. Whatever battle or fight we may face, we will face it together. Whatever battle you will face, promise you I will stand beside you in eternal support. Because just like you promised to me, I will be here for you and never, ever give up on you. Now and forever. My Love. My Life, I love you...” There was a few seconds of silence before and glances before Helena spoke up again 

“I...er...I’m finished, thank you,” she said, and gave a small, awkwardly smile. Then the Officiant turned to you to signal you to start reading your vows.

“Helena Bertinelli. I remember when I first met you, all tough and serious and somehow also shy and awkward. It was on a freezing cold Sunday night in December when I heard loud and rapid footsteps coming from outside and suddenly there was a knock at the door. So I walked over to it and it turns out it was this lovely person standing in front of me” you said gesturing to Helena who was blushing terribly causing you and others to chuckle. 

“And as soon as I opened the door Mrs Bertinelli just ran past me into my apartment and whispering me to shut the door! shut the door now! Not wanting to be rude to a lovely lady I, of course, did what she said. And after that, I heard some more footsteps rushing up the stairs I was just about to see what the commotion was when Helena came up behind me and very swiftly puts a hand over my mouth and an arm snaked around my waist telling me Don't. Move. It was all very dramatic.” Pausing to take a breath, you saw Helena smile at you ushering you to continue. 

“Was safe to say that I had fallen for you and fallen hard. Helena, your smile is beautiful and it brightens up my world and warms my heart when I see it and knowing that every morning that's what I’ll see for the rest of my life, is music to my ears” you said with a huge grin on your face. “And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you” 

“Mrs Bertinelli, please place the ring on Y/N’s finger as a symbol of your bond everlasting and say the following, with this ring, I thee wed,” The Officiant said in his deep voice and Helena reciprocated by taking her ring and grabbing your hand and repeated what he said

“With this ring, I thee wed”

“And Y/N if you could do the same,” he said slowly as you took the ring and grabbed Helena’s hand and slid the ring onto Helena’s finger. “With this ring, I thee wed” 

“Well, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride” The man said, and ignoring the butterflies soaring in your stomach you practically jumped forward and clashed yours and Helena’s lips together. The luscious taste of raspberry lip balm painted on her lips, Helena very soon reciprocated by swiftly moving her hands onto your cheeks and kissed back with as much passion. Just by this kiss alone, you knew that the rest of your life with Helena was going to be a hell of a good time. 

[frejahertziswritingthistime]

An education Chapter 16

A/N: Sorry, this has been such a long wait! Life happened, but I’m back and BETTER!

I just want to give a huge shout-out to @redeyedvixen and @shay-gen, for being amazing people, who deserve all the best in the world.I should also say, that the next few chapters are going to be wild, so i felt it was a very good time for some amazing, fluffy, goodness.

Remember, I always say yes to requests and feedback feeds the writer! (seriously, guys, even a keyboard-smash means the WORLD to me – I spend so much time researching and rewriting this, and all comments makes me want to keep writing!)

MASTERLIST

An education masterlist

Pairings: Dean x reader, Sam, Castiel, Jody 

Warnings: Fluff (like your teeth will rot fluff), implied smut

Previously: “how much do you want to marry me, Dean?” I asked. Cas broke out into a huge smile, understanding my idea.

 Chapter 16 New beginnings

November

Dean stared at me, wide-eyed, his entire expression a whirlwind of shifting emotions. Jody laughed loudly, throwing her entire body harshly into the chair, almost toppling over – Sam caught her, chuckling as well.

“Dean, you certainly found someone who can keep you in place!” She laughed, tears flowing down her face. Sam laughed alongside her, and soon, Garth and Castiel joined in as well. Dean shook his head, laughter bubbling over his lips. He caught my eye.

“You want to do this? Right here, right now?” He asked, a small part of his voice giving away to fear of my rejection. He smiled and kissed him gingerly, my thumb stroking over his stubbled cheek.

“There’s nothing I would rather do, Dean.” I answered earnestly. He smiled, a breathtaking smile that made my heart stop for a second. I had never seen him light up like this before. “But, it can’t be right now. We may be untraditional, but I want rings and a white something-something. And you in a tux.” I said with a smile. Dean nodded, and turned towards the rest of the people, around the table.

“Listen, if we’re going to do this, we better do it right. Sam, you go with me to get a tux, and Garth you are in charge of rings.” Cas put his hand up, like a child in a classroom. Dean rolled his eyes. “yes, Cas?”

“I can procure rings with magic incantations that will offer you protection.” Dean looked at me, and I shrugged. It seemed like a good idea, with our jobs. 

“Fine. Cas, you’re in charge of rings. And you are going to marry us, right?” He looked flabbergasted.

“I can wed you, but your bond is stronger than what I can do.” I smiled. “we know, Cas, but it’s more the gesture that matters.” He nodded.

“Alright. I will be back.” A flutter of wings, and Cas’s chair was empty. Dean looked back at Garth. “Garth, you go and get tuxes with me and Sam, and maybe fix a bridal bouquet or something?” He asked. Garth saluted. “You got it, Hoss.”

Jody spoke. “I’m going to help Y/N get a dress or something white, and we’ll write a few other hunters to celebrate.” I nodded gratefully to her, thankful I wouldn’t have to do it all alone.

“Alright, let’s meet back here in… Four hours, get married and on to the war to end all wars?” Dean said as he stood. I stood up as well to peck his cheek.

“As long as we get our honeymoon after all the killing, I’m good.” I said with a smile. He guffawed, and Sam came over to me, engulfing me in his big arms. “I’m so happy for you two. I’ll make sure he looks the part.” He whispered in my ear, and I chuckled. “good. The best man better do the best man-work, then. Get going you two, we only have three hours and 55 minutes until we’re getting married!” Sam laughed and tousled my hair, before grabbing Dean’s arm and hauling him out of the bunker, Garth in tow. I turned to Jody.

“I don’t want to know how they’re getting tuxes. Everything is closed.” I laughed, and Jody wrapped her arm around me, the two of us walking towards my room.

An hour later, I threw my hands up in defeat – we had been through my entire wardrobe, but I had nothing to wear. All of my clothes were either black or flannels, or Dean’s old t-shirts; nothing suited for a wedding. We might be untraditional – a Valkyrie and her companion getting married, not even four months after getting together - but I would insist on wearing something that reminded me of a wedding. Jody furrowed her brows.

“It’s impossible, Jody. I have nothing to wear.” I grumbled and sat down, defeated, on the floor, surrounded by my entire wardrobe. She shook her head. “come on, there’s got to be something to wear.” I shook my head.

“unless I have a fairy godmother, it won’t happen. I have nothing that’s a shade lighter than… Light-black.” I groaned, pulling a tattered t-shirt from the pile next to me. Jody’s eyes lit up. “A fairy godmother, you say?” I cocked my eyebrows. “Jody, while I believe in you and your masterful stubbornness, I doubt you can get me a wedding dress within the next two hours and get the bunker looking somewhat ready for a wedding and contact several hunters to bring them here.” She shook her head. “Not me, you idiot. Weren’t you created by a goddess?” She smiled widely. My eyes lit up – of course, why didn’t I think of that?! “Goddamn it, Jody, you’re the cleverest person I’ve ever met.” She shrugged and smiled. “I know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a few calls to make and a library to redecorate.” She stood up from the bed, and clapped my shoulder, before leaving the room. I guess it was my turn to do some work.

I closed my eyes, a little unsure of what I should do, but tried the only way I knew; praying.

“Freyja, you.. Lovely, wonderful goddess. If you can hear me, uhm… I’m getting married, and it might be a little trivial for you to do stuff like this, but I could really use some fashion-advice. Or, you know, a dress. If you could help, that’ll be awesome, because I’m kind of going to slay your ex and his minions in your name, so I could really use a day for my wedding, with your help. Thanks.” I peeked through my lashes, but my room was quiet as a grave – either she hadn’t heard me, or she didn’t want to help. I opened my eyes and sighed, before I sat down heavily on my bed, feeling somewhat defeated. I knew that Dean wouldn’t mind me doing this in jeans and a t-shirt, but I did. I might not have had the full childhood princess-wedding dream, but I had at least had a few ideas and daydreams about my wedding – if I ever had one.

“Your wardrobe leaves a lot to be desired, my dearest.” Her pearling voice sounded from my wardrobe. I spun around and felt elated – Freyja was standing in the middle of my piles of black clothes, gingerly picking up a few pieces. She looked as beautiful as the day, I met her the first time, but she wasn’t wearing her chest-armor; instead, she was wearing a flowing robe in a deep crimson color, that billowed gently around her, even though there weren’t any wind, and her hair had been braided with beautiful flowers and golden strings. She looked at me with a smile. “Of course, I will help you, my darling. You are my Valkyrie. All I ask is to watch the union. I do have a thing for human weddings. They’re so… Full of love.” She sighed dreamily. I nodded. “Of course. You’re the reason we met, so I guess we kind of owe you that one.” She laughed. “Come here, my sweet, and let me look at you.” I stepped over to her, and she walked around me a few times, letting her hands glide over my body – I felt burning hot, where she had touched me, but I said nothing, just let her do her work.

“I have an idea for you. If you could be so kind as to wait here for me.” She said with a smile. “I will bring help.” I nodded, not really knowing what the hell she wanted to do but trusted her none the less. She disappeared, the familiar warp in the air left behind, and I stood still, thinking of what I was about to do.

I loved Dean with all my heart. I wanted to marry him. I was surprised as to how true that statement was – I didn’t have a sliver of doubt, not for him or us, and it was a weird, but welcomed feeling all the same. It was a little weird, that a goddess, who had been thought dead had brought us together, and now wanted to see the marriage happen, but I couldn’t complain – at least she hadn’t tried to kill me.

“Y/N, meet Frigg and Sjofn, as well as our helpers, the Faes.” Freyja stood in front of me, the two most beautiful women next to her; I nodded to Freyja. She smiled and pointed at the woman, who looked oldest. “This is Frigg, the lady of Asgard. She’s the oldest and wisest. And she is the best seamstress in the nine realms.” Frigg nodded courtly to me, and I blushed slightly – of course, it couldn’t be a lesser goddess, but the actual lady of Asgard – a goddamn queen is standing in the middle of my room, which had been bombed with clothes.

Freyja pointed to the other woman. “This is Sjofn. She’s the goddess of… Well, lovemaking. And she is the best at braiding.” Freyja looked a little miffed at her own words, but quickly turned around to the three wispy women behind her – they were beautiful and looked a little like elves from lord of the rings, I noted. Pointy ears and an everlasting glow around them.

“These are Faes. They are masters of decorating.” She said. “They will help your friend making this the perfect night for you and your companion, my Valkyrie.” She said with a smile, waving the Faes out of the room, and they practically floated out of the room. Freyja turned to Frigg, and for the first time, I noticed the pieces of fabric in her hands. “Are you ready, my dear?” Freyja asked. I could only nod.

 Sometime later, I was dressed in flowing, loose fabric, that clung to my upper body, and flowed freely from my waist – it was a fabric, like I’ve never seen before; it was almost iridescent in the color, a shimmering rainbow hiding in between the layers of white, and it honestly looked like clouds. My hair was braided intricately, small braids weaving in between big ones, flowers and golden strings fallen gently in between the braids. I was barefooted, and I wasn’t wearing makeup, per se, other than mascara and a tinge of lipstick, a rosy color prfectly enhancing my lips, but I felt like my face looks glowing and perfect, enhanced by the dress and the hair – and I guess, the three goddesses standing around me, fixing small details.

“I’m good. Really. Thank you, so much.” I said in a small voice, a little miffed by the whole ordeal. The goddesses smiled, and I was almost blinded by three sets of perfect teeth and smiles – they all looked glowing. They were heavenly creatures, so I guess it must be a part of the contract.  

“We will walk you to your companion.” Sjofn said, her voice light as a wind through the trees. I nodded, my palms suddenly sweaty; I could hear hushed voices from the library, and my knees were weak – I was actually getting married. Like, right now. To Dean Winchester. It was mildly terrifying, if i did say so myself, but i could hardly wait. Sjofn took my arm, her hand gently settling in the crook of my elbow and smiled a soft smile. Freyja stepped behind me, Frigg right after her.

As we neared the library, the voices grew – Castiel stood at the entrance, a small smile on his lips. “Could I have the honor of leading you down the aisle?” He asked in a gentle voice. “If you’ll have me.” He said with a shrug. I smiled, tears welling up – Castiel had been such a big part of my life, and it meant everything that he asked, seeing as my dad wasn’t around to do it.

“I wouldn’t have anyone else to do it.” I said, reaching for him. I put his hand in mine, and Freyja, Sjofn and Frigg moved from behind me, to take place in the library. I took a deep sigh, and nodded to Cas, who moved towards the doorway. “Don’t let me fall.” I whispered. “I would never.” He simply said, as he started walking, his hand firmly in mine.

The library didn’t look like the library anymore. The tables had been moved away, and chairs had been covered in white cloth, creating an ethereal look all around. There was hanging vines and flowers woven into the vines, and they hung down from the ceiling, the bookcases (which ahd been covered in irridescent, white, billowing fabric) and a wide arch, that had been placed at the end of the wall – lilies, roses and tulips hung delicately everywhere I turned. Garth stood in a black tux, a wide smile on his face, a few steps into the library, a bouquet in his hands. Lilies of the valley, peonies and gardenias was making the bouquet – he handed it to me, and sat down on a chair, next to Jody. I smiled a little at him, and then I looked up towards the arch.

My breath was knocked out of me. Sam was standing to the right, his tall frame clad in a beautiful tux, a small peony in the jacket-square, and a dazzling smile on his face. He was flushed, which I chalked up to Freyja, who stood next to him, smiling widely down at me. But my eyes were centered on Dean. He looked like James Bond, his black tux fitted perfectly to his frame; a white shirt was peeking out from the closed jacket, and his hair had been slicked back, his scruff gone. He was glowing in happiness, and I could see him shifting his weight from one foot to another, as he was impatiently waiting for me to reach him.

As I got closer, I could see his eyes were wet; the green was swimming, and the flecks of gold was had turned to melted gold, and his smile was the most breathtaking I had ever seen. He looked perfect, as he reached his hand out for me, and Castiel gently placed my hand in Dean’s. Castiel moved a little further up, as Dean and I turned towards each other. I still had the bouquet in my hand, but Freyja leaned over to take it from me. “You need both of his hands, my love.” She wasn’t wrong – I was shaking, and I needed him to steady me.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered with a small smile. I blushed. “So are you.” I said, before Castiel started talking, reciting the Corinthians 13:4 verse about love.

It wasn’t a traditional wedding by any means; hunters of all ages were looking at us, while an angel tied us together to one, three goddesses staring on. Dean was chuckling under his breath a few times, and i giggled, hunters were whooping and roaring in between the words Castiel said, but it was perfectly perfect. I didn’t hear most of what Castiel said, but when it came time to the wows, I listened intently to Dean’s soft voice.

“When I met you, you were a saving angel. You stitched me right back up, not complaining about it. I knew I loved you, from the moment I laid eyes on you. You are beautiful, a fierce fighter, and you saved me from my own, personal hell. I would rather live five minutes than live an entire lifetime, if it meant not knowing you. I don’t know how a heart like yours, could ever love a heart like mine, but I praise every star above and every god that will listen, that you do.” He drew a shaky breath. “I promise to love you until we’re dead, and then forever after that. I promise to spoon-feed you soup when you’re sick, to care for you and love you like I’ve never loved anyone before, and I promise that I’ll be yours, for as long as you’ll have me.” He finished as a tear slid down his cheek. I wiped it gently away with my thumb.

“When I met you, I didn’t quite understand what love was. I knew it was supposed to sweep you off your feet, make your heart hammer in your chest, and your breath stop. I never knew of that, until I met you. There will never be enough seconds or minutes or days, to explain my gratitude and love for you, so I’ll settle for showing you how much I love you, for the rest of my days and forever after that. You are the sun, separating the clouds from a dreary life, and you have brought warmth, color and smiles into my life. And a bunch of stitches.” The rows of people laughed gently. “You will forever have my heart, and I can’t wait to wake up next to your face, every day for the rest of my life. I promise to love you with everything I am, everything I have and everything I can possibly give you. I promise to never be angry, when we go to bed, to stroke your hair when you’re sick, and to give you all, you could ever need and want in this life.” I said in a shaky voice – I was caught in his gaze, his eyes pools of evergreen and sun, sending sparks down my back.

“I have no power over the church, and I have never been bestowed with that particular power. But I am an angel, and I believe I can declare your love for each other.” Castiel said, drawing a few giggles from the rows. “I only have to ask: Do you, Dean Winchester, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wedded wife?” Dean smiled and kissed my hand, placing a small, silver band on my finger, right on top of the ring, he had given me not five hours earlier.

“I do.” Castiel turned to me, but before he opened his mouth, I interrupted. “I do.” I said, wrapping my arms around Dean’s neck, after placing the silver band on his finger. Castiel chuckled. “Then I declare you husband and wife.”

Dean kissed me hungrily, as if he had never kissed me before, and he needed to memorize my lips again; the world disappeared around us, a hushed silence falling, as I poured every ounce of love I had, into the kiss. We were interrupted by loud clapping, and I begrudgingly pulled away from Dean’s lips. His arms were still wrapped around my waist, as he smiled out to the rows of hunters, friends and loved ones.

 The party lasted the entire night, every hunter we knew getting drunk, handing us various makeshift or homemade gifts - I especially loved the handknitted blanket, a hunter named Roseria gave us; she said it had been handed down to her, and was a token of love - the night only ended, when Dean had to carry me to bed, my dress falling loosely around me; I was completely exhausted. Sam had disappeared earlier during the night, being very drunk and very flushed by Freyja’s flirting. The goddesses had disappeared as well, all of them thanking me for my blade, and congratulating me on my wedding. 

Dean kissed me gently, when he laid me in bed, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in to a deeper kiss. His hands roamed my sides, the dress bunching around his hands, as we kissed, hungrier and hungrier for each other.

He had managed to pull my dress off, and he looked down at me, his eyes twinkling in the low light of our room. “You are beautiful, Y/N Winchester.” He mumbled against my skin, his hands roaming my body. I opened my legs, letting him settle in between my thighs, but a knock on the door interrupted us.

“Unless you’re dying, go away.” Dean grumbled. Garth’s voice sounded muffled from the door.

“Alright. I just wanted to congratulate y’all, and uhm… Have fun.” He mumbled – his smile was easy to hear. I turned back towards Dean. “Where were we?”

His hands found my hips again, pushing down on me, emitting sparks wherever his touch was, and I moaned in response. He let go of me gently, as he shrugged the jacket and pants off, his white shirt getting tossed to the side as well, and he hovered above me again, his growing erection pressing against my thigh. “I love you, wife.”

“As I love you, husband.” I said, before he captured my lips in a heated kiss, the world lost to us.

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