#i wish the green option had silver embellishment. oh well

[amatres]

tagged by @fuckitwebhaal for this picrew, thank you cas! here's balaerra and dawn 💕

[sweetness47]

The Shaman’s Choice

Pairing Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Characters of the series include: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jo, reader’s parents, Reader’s grandmother, Reader’s brothers (Darren OC & Michael OC), Mary, Jack, Apocalypse Archangel!Michael

Chapter 1: 

@spnkinkbingo square filled (free space)

@spnabobingo square filled (Soulmates)

@samwinchesterbingo square filled (Alpha Sam)

Word count: 2970

Summary: So this is an SPN fic, but contains a lot of wild AU ideas. Bear with me while the story unfolds, and enjoy it.

Warnings for all chapters just in case: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY! smut, sex, unprotected sex, abo dynamics, knotting, mating bites, claiming, oral, shower sex, sibling arguments, swearing, violence, mentions of brother in love with sister (unhealthy obsession, jealousy)

1000 years ago

She proceeds cautiously into the moss-lined cave, not out of fear, but because she knows there are traps set in place to keep out intruders. She is no outsider, but has only been here three times in her life; once when she was born, once on her 10th birthday, and once when her heat came early and triggered a power growth beyond normal limits. She was an Omega, but stronger, and with gifts others did not possess.

The light from her Nana’s fire lit the rest of the way, down the damp passageways, to the clearing where the elder sat. She was meditating when the young Omega approached, so she knelt in front of her Nana and waited.

“My child, you have come to me because of your dream.” The older woman said plainly.

The girl nodded. “My unborn daughter had the dream, and she shared it with me. Now she grows restless. My line’s future is shrouded in darkness. Is my child to be the last of my line?”

Nana shook her head. “No love, but she has indeed glimpsed the future. One thousand years from now, your descendent will be faced with an impossible choice. She will bear the mark of the Shaman, and will be more powerful than you or I. She will be an Omega, strong and brave. She will meet an equally strong Alpha, her soulmate, and will mate with him, however, she must never reveal who she is or what she is. If that information is brought to light, it could mean the end for both of them, and the end of your line, unless she can find the one solution to save them.”

The young woman gasped. “And you can’t say what that solution is, can you? Nana, how will she know what to do?”

Nana placed her hand over her grandchild’s hand. “She will find the knowledge and strength if she trusts herself, and accepts the answer when it presents itself to her, and it won’t matter if she knows what it is for. To refuse will forfeit everything she knows and loves.”

And the young Omega who came searching for answers, exited the cave more confused than when she had entered. She gently rubbed her rounded belly, whispering soothing words to her unborn pup.

Present day:

YN stared at the screen full of birthday wishes, then came across the one her mother had sent. With that particular e-card came a reminder that tonight was her passage ceremony. YN peeked out her window, and watched people getting ready for work or school, and sighed, wishing she was a normal human. But, as all women before her, she was a powerful Omega, possessing gifts that were passed down through the generations. She wasn’t looking forward to the ceremony, mostly because something had appeared on her right wrist last night, something that worried her greatly. She bore the Mark of the Shaman.

Stories had passed through her line about the prophecy, and YN prayed it wouldn’t be her. While she was a natural at using and controlling her abilities, she dreaded the idea of having to face an impossible choice. Worse still, if she did take an Alpha as her mate, her gut feeling was pretty sure that impossible decision would involve him.

YN inwardly cringed. Even with her strength and courage, she hated choices where neither option was a good one, and usually involved heartbreak and/or death.

Oh well, too late to change, as much as she wished otherwise. FUCK! Everyone at the ceremony tonight would have a field day with her signum flaminis, especially her parents and brothers. There was no way in hell to hide the mark. YN sighed again and turned to her bed, where her ceremonial garments lay. The pure white silk gown, embellished with silver beading, was made by her mother, as was tradition, and was to be worn alone. In other words, no other garments, not even underwear, were allowed. The idea was purification, coming into her 18th year with no past or baggage to weigh her down.

The hours ticked by, and soon YN heard people gathering downstairs. In half an hour, her life would renew, and her newly discovered secret would be out. Part of her wanted to run, just change her name and disappear. The prophecy may still happen, but without the ritual, the whole thing could just blow up in every possible wrong direction, including, but not limited to, her death and the death of her entire line. And that would be worse than just facing the damn prophecy.

A soft knock at her door interrupted YN’s thoughts. “Honey? It’s almost time.” Her mother’s voice came from the other side.

“Intra Mater.” YN used Latin, a common practice among her tribe. (Mom’s name) walked in and frowned when she noticed the gown still on the bed. YN knew what was going to come out next, and rolled her eyes at her mom. “I was just getting ready to put it on.”

Her mother smiled and moved to help YN as she began to undress, sliding the smooth fabric over her head and her body. After, YN sat down and allowed her mother to brush her hair, the silky strands falling loosely down her back. Another knock sounded to signal that the ceremony was about to begin. Escorted by her mother, YN slowly made her way downstairs to the large parlor filled with family. At the front of the group was a decorated arch, and there her grandmother stood, ready to bless YN’s journey to adulthood.

The scent of sandalwood filled the room as the crowd began to quiet down, and the Elder woman began to speak in Latin.

“Aspergetur ex hac in illam intrat adulta iuvenis Omega.” (Purify this young Omega as she enters her adulthood.)

“Cor, mens, corpus, anima, amare.” (heart, mind, body, soul, love)

Then YN turned to face the witnesses who were her blood. Her grandmother spoke once more.

“My child, you now enter your 18th year new and protected.”

YN nodded. “I accept the new life given to me.” Then she lifted her sleeve to reveal her secret. “However, last night I was given a gift of a different kind. Behold!”

Whispers and shocked faces lined the crowd.

“Signum Flaminis!”

“The Mark of the Shaman!”

Her mother and father were in shock as well, the two rushing forward, wanting nothing more than to comfort their child. YN held up her hand to stop them, and silence filled the room as all eyes turned to her.

“It is true. I bear the prophetic mark. While this is not what I would have chosen for myself, I shall honor the responsibility and honor all of you.”

Later, after all the fuss had died down, and the celebration was over, YN sat and relaxed in her favorite nook, a bay window in her upstairs study. It had a seated area, comfy cushions, and a fantastic view of the park. She loved to read there, or just sit and think, it was the one place she could truly be herself without any repercussions. She thought about the day, the ceremony, and she felt really good about how things went. Her pulse was racing, she was so energized and not even close to tired. Besides, there was something nagging her, trying to lure her outside, no, more like she needed to.  

Not sure what to expect, YN took the basics in a small backpack and headed out. A light mist had begun to fall, and it shrouded the neighbourhood in a semi-dense fog. Great. A shiver ran up her spine, and her mark began to glow. As she stopped and looked at her surroundings, she swore she saw movement in the forest, heading toward the lake, near the outskirts of town.

Taking a deep breath, she trudged down the steps of the building and silently crossed the street. Using her heightened senses, she moved quickly and quietly through the woods, following the footsteps she heard in the distance. As she got closer to whatever was making the noise, she heard shouting and howling, prompting her feet to move faster, silence be damned. Just as she entered the clearing, an overwhelming Alpha scent nearly knocked her over. And whoever he was, he was badly injured…he was dying.

YN stopped short at the sight that greeted her in the grassy field. Two vampires were closing on two men, no, two Alphas, and only one of them was still standing. Two dust piles just off to the left of the remaining adversaries, told YN that these two Alphas were good at this, but right now they needed help, and she had the ability to give that assistance.

Directing her energy to the two remaining enemies, she held out her hand. “Igneus imber!”

White hot flame shot down from the heavens and engulfed the two bloodsuckers, leaving everything else untouched. Then she ran over to the two Alphas, falling to her knees and flinging off her backpack so she could check for injuries. The unharmed Alpha’s green eyes were brimming with tears as he held the dying one. Wasting no time, she laid her hands on the injured Alpha’s chest and chanted in Latin.

“Sanitatem. Purifient. Sanitatem.”

The mark burned white, and her hands shone as the wounds began to heal. Blood pools vanished, his skin returned to normal color, and within minutes, the tall Alpha had regained consciousness. She stood back and watched as the two embraced. They were brothers, judging by their scent. The one with the green eyes stood, helped his brother up, then turned to YN, offering his hand in thanks.

“I don’t know how, but you saved my brother’s life. Thank you. I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam.”

YN took the hand that was offered. “YN, and I’m glad I was able to help. Even a minute later, and it could have been too late.” As she spoke, she glanced over at Sam, whose hazel eyes hadn’t left her since he woke. Then she watched the hazel change to gold, and felt hers change as well. Dean could only stare as the two stood facing each other.

“Omega! Maritus!”

YN’s jaw dropped to the ground. “Alpha! Maritus! Soulmate!”

Sam took her in his arms and said, “I tandem invenite. Quidnam esset visio quam habet umbris inquietari somnis.”

Then his lips were on hers, their bodies clinging to each other as the kiss deepened, hands wrapped around each other.

When the lip lock finally ceased, they just stared at each other, both trying to process what had just happened. YN was just as shocked as Sam, but her expression held a frown.

“How did you…wait, did you just say you saw me in your dreams?”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that what I said? I don’t even speak Latin except for exorcizing demons and reciting spells.”

YN pursed her lips together. “Actually, you said ‘I have finally found you. The vision that has haunted my dreams.’.”

Dean chose that moment to interrupt, taking note that both still had gold eyes. “So…what the heck just happened? Sammy? What’s going on?”

Sam looked over at his older brother, his cheeks turning pink. “I’d been having these weird dreams for about a week now. I didn’t say anything mostly because they were, um…” he cleared his throat as his pink cheeks turned beet red, “well…not for public discussion.”

YN giggled at the look on Dean’s face, then at her newly labeled soulmate’s state of embarrassment. She felt her own face grow warm under his gaze, as the hidden content of his dreams became clear to her.

Then the unthinkable happened, something neither Alpha nor Omega expected.

YN felt off, feverish, and it came suddenly, without warning. No, impossible…it wasn’t due for another two weeks! The herbal supplements had stopped working! She looked over at the two Alphas, both of whom had stopped laughing, and their expressions confirmed her deduction.

Her heat had come early.

Then she caught a whiff of something strong, it was euphoric, like walking into a bakery, all the sweet treats filling the air with mouth watering smells. The scent triggered her cramping, and she doubled over as the pain shot through her like a freight train. Sam had gone into rut, and it was unlike any she’d ever seen anyone experience, not even her father or brothers had that strong of a rut.

Sam radiated Alpha, and he was looking at YN like he was starving, and she was his next meal. Her panties grew damp as her mind painted rather erotic pictures of Sam taking her, his hard cock pounding into her, his knot filling her. Her cramps intensified, and she let out a cry of distress.

Sam turned to his brother. “Leave Dean. Now! Keep watch for other people.”

Dean opened his mouth to protest, but the looks exchanged between Sam and YN had him turning around and doing guard duty. Hell, if it wasn’t for Jo, he’d probably be fighting Sam for YN. Her essence was like wildflowers and honey, or fresh baked apple pie. God he really wished Jo was here right now. Focus Dean! Focus! Protect your brother and his Omega!

Sam reached for YN as soon as she was close, his lips crushing hers as his tongue pushed its way inside her mouth, seeking its mate. YN complied, the need so intense, nothing else mattered. Hands were removing clothing faster than lightning, then Sam was lifting YN up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and his glistening tip began pushing inside her slick. His cock bathed in her juices as he made his way inside, slowly so as not to hurt her. YN moaned as he filled her, ignoring the minor discomfort as pleasure took over.

Sam stopped momentarily, allowing her time to adjust, then he began to move. His large hands grabbed her thighs as he pushed her against a tree, pounding his hard shaft into her. YN’s first orgasm hit hard, her screams covered by his feverish kisses, and his growl as she clenched around him.

“Omega. I’m going knot you, then I’m gonna fill your belly with pups.” He whispered in her ear as he nipped along her neck. YN arched her head back as his mouth left her skin on fire.

“Alpha!” she exclaimed. Damn it all! Her body clenched around him as she came again. Sam reached his hand between them, seeking out her most sensitive bud, his thumb rubbing light circles around it. YN felt like she was exploding as she was swept overboard by another ripple of orgasmic bliss.

Dean, meanwhile, was trying desperately to ignore the moans and grunts, when he sensed danger. His senses on high alert, he quietly slipped through the trees, following the scent of two Alphas, and they were closing in on the clearing. They went two different directions, which was fine with Dean, he liked a challenge. He grinned, grateful for the distraction as he closed in on Alpha #1. He wasn’t going to kill them, just give them a nice nap. This one was young, not very bulky, so he presented as an easy target. He was out like a light in seconds.

The second, however, would prove more challenging. It didn’t seem difficult at first. Alpha #2 wasn’t much different than the first, though definitely older. Still younger than Dean by some years, but he was bulkier than the first had been, and that proved to be the kicker. Dean snuck up easily, but when he put the sleeper hold on, one of his specialities, the other turned and threw Dean against a tree. Dean growled as anger surfaced, and the second Alpha bared his teeth.

“Stay out of my way. This doesn’t concern you.”

Dean blinked in response, his eyes never leaving his target. “The hell it doesn’t. Walk away now, before you lose the ability to do so.”

It was the dark-haired Alpha’s turn to be surprised. “Look, I get it. She probably smells like heaven, but it isn’t happening. She’s coming home where she’ll be safe. So, last warning stud, BACK OFF!”

Dean’s voice echoed through the woods with laughter. “I ain’t gunning for her attention. Hell, I got me a fine Omega at home. What I am doing, though, is protecting the clearing from trespassers.”

The other Alpha raised a brow. “Trespassers eh? Well, since that’s my baby sister in there, you’re the trespasser.”

Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit.” He muttered.

The sounds of erotic moans and screams had both men taking off toward the clearing, just in time to witness Sam knotting YN against the nearest birch.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” YN’s brother’s eyes went red. “I’m gonna kill you! You just made a huge mistake.”

YN’s head shot around Sam’s and came face to face with her older brother. But before anything was said, she heard movement behind them.

FUCK!

“Sam, turn around! NOW!”

He did, and, as she suspected, her other sibling was charging. She raised her palm toward her twin. “VENTUS!”

[carry-on-kissing-snowbaz]

Beauty and the Beast (3)

Sorry this chapter is late! I hope you enjoy :) Previous chapters are listed here: 1 2

Simon

Simon dragged his cloak tighter around himself. It was incredibly cold in the cell, the open window letting in snow and chilly air. Simon wasn’t sure he was going to last very long in this cold without his magic. 

He wondered why the castle was cursed the way it was. The magic hanging over the wells felt sticky, making for an overwhelmingly claustrophobic sensation. Whoever had cast the spell had to have been powerful. Simon was regarded by many as one of the most powerful magicians to have lived and even he couldn’t access his magic here. 

Escape did not seem like a possibility. The walls were too high to jump from. Plus, Simon wasn’t sure where he would go if he did manage to escape. Back to the father who had abandoned him here? Back to the village that seemed to be moving on quite easily without him? He wasn’t sure there was anything worth going back to in that place. Still, anything was better than a cold prison cell. 

He heard strange shuffling noises coming from the stairwell. The sound of two people bickering was soon audible. After a minute or so the two voices were close enough that Simon could make out what they were saying.

“Niall I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“You heard him Dev, he said to go ahead and give him a better room.”

Simon sat up.

“Hello?” He called out.

“Ah yes, hello! My name is Niall.”

Simon froze as the candelabra he’d seen in the entrance when he’d first walked into the castle strolled over to the cell bars and bowed in front of him. A second or so later the clock he’d seen before strutted over and glared at the candelabra. Simon wondered if the cold had finally gotten to his head.

“Um, my name is Simon,” He said weakly.

The one called Dev frowned at him.

“Yes we know that already.”

Niall, the candelabra, turned to smack the clock with one of his burning candles.

“Don’t be rude! He’s our guest after all.”

Simon shook his head in confusion.

“I’m sorry, but I think I need a bit of an explanation. This castle has talking household items?  And since when did I become a guest?”

Niall glanced at Dev uncomfortably.

“Well, the curse, it uh, made all the people living in the castle into household items. And I suppose you are still technically a prisoner but to us you’re a guest.” Niall said.

“How lucky for you,” Simon grumbled.

“Hey,” Dev began angrily, “Did you not hear the part about us being cursed? Nobody here has it easy.”

Simon pursed his lips.

“I suppose not.”

Niall unlocked the door and gestured towards the stairs.

“Let’s not exhaust our friend, Dev. Why don’t you follow me this way to your new room Simon?”

Simon stood and followed the two out of the dungeon and into the main stairway of the castle. He wasn’t sure why he was being given a room here. It seemed stupid, really, to give a prisoner a tour of the castle. He supposed the beast had enough confidence in his own abilities to stop Simon so as to allow this. 

“Baz has allowed you to roam the castle as you wish,” Niall said.

“Baz?” Simon asked.

“That is the name of the man you met earlier today,” Dev said. 

“Oh.”

It shouldn't have surprised Simon that Baz would have a name. In fact, Simon felt a bit like an ass for not having inquired about it sooner. 

“So I can go wherever I’d like?” Simon asked.

“Yes, except for the West Wing.” Dev said.

Simon watched as Niall kicked Dev in what was meant to be a subtle gesture. Dev’s clock face screwed up in panic before he settled back into his normal facial expression. Niall laughed nervously.

“He means that the West Wing is unavailable. It’s far too damaged to be safe for anyone now. You’d likely fall through a hole the second you got there.”

Simon didn’t have to be a genius to know that they were lying to him. He filed that observation for later, knowing he’d be exploring a lot more than just the West Wing. He planned to escape by sundown.

They stopped outside of a door that looked much like the other hundred or so they had already passed. Niall ushered him inside of a room that was bigger than his house at home. The bed alone seemed to be the size of a room, all deep red bedding and dark wood posts. The wallpaper was a deep green with silver emblems that swirled as if they were alive. There was a large armoire to one side of the room and a sitting area on the other. A large window showed a view of the frozen gardens outside. It was a rather disorienting sight. 

Simon swallowed loudly.

“This is…ornate.”

Niall smiled, taking Simon’s tone as an expression of satisfaction.

“Baz wanted us to give you the best room in the palace.”

“I’m sure,” Simon murmured as he looked for an escape route in the room. 

“Well,” Dev said, “I think we’ve bothered you enough for now. Dinner will be served in one hour. Please be ready to be escorted downstairs at that time.”

Simon paused. He knew he needed to find a way out of this strange castle but the idea of food was tempting. He’d been given only dry bread and old cheese the night before. He imagined Baz was the type to have fancy courses served, living in a castle and all that. Simon found himself weighing his options. He could always escape in the morning, with a full stomach. In fact, that would probably be the smarter thing to do, who knew how long the journey back to civilization might take.

“All right,” Simon said.

Dev and Niall left him alone in the room.  Simon watched them go and then sighed in relief as the door closed behind them. He was exhausted and the warm bed was incredibly inviting. He’d make sure to only close his eyes for a few minutes so as to not be late for dinner. Baz struck him as being of the punctual sort. 

After what felt like a minute he felt someone tap his shoulder. He sat up and found the armoire standing over him. He jumped back a bit and then reminded himself that, for this castle, looming furniture was the norm. 

“Oh, sorry to scare you sir. My name is Gareth.”

Simon nodded.

“Um, yeah. I’m Simon.”

Gareth backed up to his corner of the room. 

“I just thought I should wake you for dinner, it’s starting in a few minutes.”

Simon looked out the window and saw that it was dark outside. He couldn’t believe he’d slept for an hour already. 

“Oh, thank you.”

He stood and looked at the large mirror. He was still wearing his clothes from the village. A simple tunic fastened by a belt over dirty pants. He felt that his outfit would probably not go over too well at dinner. 

“I have some clothing available for you if you’d like, sir.”

Simon turned and saw that Gareth had opened up his cabinet doors. Inside hung various outfits that were far too over the top for Simon’s comfort. He wanted to eat but not that badly.

“Thank you but I think I’ll go down like this.”

Gareth shrugged and then settled.

There was a knock at the door. 

“Come in,” Simon said.

A tray pushed into the room with a teapot on it. The teapot glanced at him and rolled its eyes.

“Merlin, couldn’t you have at least tried to look presentable?” 

“Excuse me?” Simon said.

“My name is Penny. I’ll be escorting you to dinner. Don’t worry, I’ll get your tea later when you’re eating.”

Simon nodded.

“I’m Simon.”

She studied him for a moment, a small smile forming on her face.

“Yes, we all know your name. Trust me.”

He frowned at that and followed her out of the room. After a long period of walking down corridors and stairways, they finally reached the main dining area. A long table was set with only two dinner plates, one on each end of the table. Simon sat at the one closest to the door and spread his napkin on his lap. 

In truth, he didn’t really want to share a meal with Baz. But food had always been a weakness of his and he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t try the food here at least once before he left. He could put up with Baz’s rude behavior for one evening if it meant eating a feast.

A minute or so later he heard footsteps down the hall, human ones. He swallowed nervously as the doors to the dining hall opened behind him. Baz entered the room and strolled to his seat on the other end of the table. 

His black hair had been brushed and smoothed back. Instead of the ragged clothes he’d been wearing when Simon had first met him, he was wearing a suit of deep green with silver embellishments, reminding Simon of the wallpaper in his room. With his fangs hidden, he looked almost normal.

“Simon,” Baz acknowledged, fangs making their appearance. 

“Baz,” Simon replied.

He wasn’t sure where they would go from here but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be pleasant.