#punzel verse fic

[compo67]

Good morning/afternoon My Friend!

Hope all is well with you. 🙂

I was wondering if you would answerable couple questions regarding the Punzel verse?

You are not obliged to if you are not comfortable doing so.🙂

***SPOILER ALERT** For those who have not read the verse...

Milo....what were the circumstances of his death?

He told Tristan he didn't want to die a virgin...so Tristan sets him up with Jared. There's some stuff to unpack there...

Why would Tristan do that to Jared...that seems so...skeevy.. and very wrong....

And then Milo died..was he ill?

I have always wondered about this, everytime I do a re read..and I've always meant to ask...

Thank you for your time. Have a happy Sunday...hope you are doing well.

Helloooo, my dearest. <3

I'm doing all right! I had a night out with the gentleman caller tonight. We went for pizza and ice cream. When I got home I got struck with some medication side effects (damn you, Mounjaro!), but they have subsided now.

Let's go with under the cut on this one, since it'll be long and there's possibly some folks who haven't yet read Punzel.

CN: discussion of rape, sexual assault, self-harm

I made Milo a very generic character so that the reader could fill in the details however they wanted. In my head though, Milo had a genetic heart condition and died shortly after his trip to California. Honestly, I didn't want to spend too much time on him. He doesn't deserve that much background.

Tristan had a lot to work on while he wasn't on speaking terms with Jared. It was more than "I'm sorry that I was neglectful when you needed me." BUT, I do wanna say that he also didn't know that Milo forced himself on Jared after Jared changed his mind and said no. Jared never told him--or anyone--what happened until way after the fact. This isn't to say it excuses Tristan for what he did. We just can't know what happened to someone unless they talk about it. And Jared had no one to talk about it to, not even Jensen, for a lot of reasons.

Punzel is a very personal fic for me. There's a lot of "me" in there. And part of "me" was dealing with rape at the time, from someone I knew and trusted. I didn't disclose what happened to anyone until years and years later. I carried what happened to me in silence for the longest time, until I broke down from the weight of it. That experience made it into Punzel. Jared didn't disclose this to anyone, until finally, in a timestamp, he just couldn't hold it in anymore.

I think a lot of survivors do this. We hide what happened very well when we want/need to. And some of us want/need to.

The way Tristan saw it, he was helping both Jared and Milo. Milo wouldn't die a virgin and Jared would get to have his first sexual experience without any strings attached, with someone they sort of knew.

I think, looking back, I was trying to convey that sometimes we leave out big portions of our experiences when we're getting to know someone better. We don't want them to run away or think about us differently. I was also trying to convey (later on in the timestamps) that no means no--period. It doesn't matter when you say it, if someone doesn't immediately stop, there's a huge problem. It's no longer, "He didn't hear me, it's okay" or "I changed my mind last minute, it's my fault." It's rape. And it's okay to call it rape.

I'm so glad I didn't go the route of writing a sequel with Punzel. I'm glad that I went the timestamps route instead, because I feel like I've grown up with Punzel in the last... what... 10 years? I worked through a lot of my own grief in regard to infertility, rape, trauma, and abuse.

I think this is also why it matters so much for commenters to be kind. You never know who is writing through something big in their lives. If you don't like what they're writing, move on. Don't be an asshole and leave an asshole comment. Just keep scrolling.

I used to write a lot of non-con/graphic stuff because I was still processing a lot of what happened to me. It made me feel better to write whumpage and brutal scenes. Maybe you can tell, but I don't write those things a whole lot anymore. I'm super proud of that. Instead of taking things out on my characters (it became a form of self-harm), I worked on things in therapy. I have a much better relationship with my writing now. I still live in my head a lot, but it's a much more content and positive space up there.

There's still a lot of "me" in what I write. Just different facets of me. It's not all about pain anymore. Time, space, a lot of work, and the right therapist have made this possible for me.

So. There you have it. We've come full circle.

TLDR; Milo's death isn't important. Jared's survival is. <3

[ao3feed-j2]

Time to Venture the Waves

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by compo67

Christmastime is always a hectic time for the Padalecki-Collins household. Between three children and four adults, there’s barely any time to breathe. However, there is always time for what really matters--past, present, and future.

Words: 10323, Chapters: 10/10, Language: English

Series: Part 35 of Punzel Verse

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Misha Collins, Original Characters, Original Child Character(s)

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins/Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Additional Tags: Timestamp, Established Relationship, Established Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Christmas, Holidays, Family Fluff, Mpreg, Kid Fic

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[forkanna]

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WARNING: This story will contain coarse language, incestuous romance between a mother and daughter (even if they are the same age), and some brief smut. If you have a problem with any of those things, DO NOT READ.

NOTE: Special thanks to Azimov, T43 and @pankite​​ for their contributions to the early chapters!

Here's a red-letter date in the history of science: November 5th, 1955. -Doctor Emmett Brown

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This has been a loooooooooong time in production. In fact, it's technically still in production, BUT we're coming close enough to having the entire fic ready that we felt confident enough to post the first chapter on the most important date in Back To The Future history - even surpassing October 22nd, 2015 (the day Marty arrived in the future in Part II). You have no idea how bad I've always wanted to do something in the BTTF verse - and combining it with these silly sisters (even if they aren't sisters in this fic) is like a dream come true.

Fractal The Future is going to be released in three parts, like the original trilogy, and altogether will be pretty long - even if each part will be a more manageable "paperback novel" length. There may also be some spinoffs, but we'll get to those when we get to them.

Hope you're ready! Where we're going, we don't need roads!

- @fruipit and Jess

                             CHAPTER 1

For the first time in months, Anna McFly felt like she was on top of the world. Weeks of practice and gruelling training had led her to this moment. After weeks of sleepless nights and stress and worry, listening to her parents gripe at her for making so much "racket" in the garage, this was it. The moment of truth.

With a "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!", they were cranking out the sweet sounds of the Eighties. Her throat was almost raw from practicing this cover night and day, but she thought that only helped "The Power Of Love" sound even more authentic. Well, as authentic as it could when it was coming out of the mouth of a teenage girl.

They were playing for the judges – assessors of their talent or some such – but Anna only had eyes for one person. Her friend and strongest supporter, Jennifer Punzel, was watching from the sidelines of the gymnasium and biting her lip in excitement.

On top of the world.

But, like everything in her life, it wasn't destined to last. "Thank you!" the teacher said into the megaphone as the last strain faded out. "Thanks, that's all we need. We'll be in touch."

"What, Mr Lewis?" Anna yelled out as the feedback squealed. She glanced over at Merida, who shrugged helplessly as she tried to turn off her amp.

"I'm afraid it's just too darn dated. Can't you play anything from this millennium? It's a good song but the other kids at the dance won't know it."

Frowning, she grumbled under her breath, "It's younger than you are, you old coot." Running a hand through her fiery red bangs, she called out to him. "You said anything goes – within reason. This is within reason!"

Still, he shook his head and repeated, "Thank you, Ms McFly. We'll be in touch."

Rolling her eyes, she pulled the guitar strap up and over her head as Mr Lewis went off to chat with the other teachers. "If it was good enough for my parents, it's good enough for these jerks."

"Told you we should do something by Panic or Florence," Merida hissed at her as they started packing up their gear. "People act like they want retro but they don't really."

"Well, I think you sounded great." It was Punz, her rock, her BFF. Always positive even when nobody else was.

Anna gave her a grateful smile, her cheeks perhaps a little pinker than she wanted them to be. There was silence for a few moments before Punz gave a little jerk, eyes widening as she tore them away. "So, uh. They finally reopened that café. How about we go and get a celebratory pick-me-up? My treat." She smiled and Anna couldn't help but return it.

Of course Merida ruined the moment. Anna hadn't even noticed that she'd left to put away her instrument and grab her bag.

"Oi, you two still here? Hurry up or get a room, I don't really care which. I just wanna eat."

This time, Anna was positive her cheeks were basically on fire, and she scowled in a dismal attempt to hide it. Punz looked a little mortified.

"Merida!" Anna hissed. "We're not- we don't- we're just friends."

Merida rolled her eyes. "Easy choice then, eh? Hurry up!"

Grumbling yet again, Anna stalked off, taking the strap off her guitar as she walked. There was no reason to get so upset at Merida for coming up to them – and telling them to get a room meant nothing. This was high school, after all. Everything was about dating and sex, and teasing your friends about it. And it was always funnier when it had no basis in fact.

If she didn't want to get teased, then she shouldn't have taken so long. Simple.

Still, she found herself glancing up at her friends a few more times as she put away her guitar, watching Punz say something to Merida and Jane that had them snorting, grinning and arguing. Even though she couldn't hear what was being said, it still brought a smile to her own lips.

Of course, it was impossible to miss Merida's eye-roll when she looked to see what was taking so long. Shaking herself, Anna quickened her pace, and within a few minutes had returned to her friends.

"Finally ready to go?" Merida's voice contained only a little bit of snark and a whole lot of 'I'm going to give you so much shit later'.

"Sure," Anna replied with a grumpy expression, more a 'don't say a fucking word' than anything else.

When Punz noticed her suddenly sullen mood, she did the only thing a best friend could do and linked arms with Anna, beginning to lead their small group towards the door.

Ah, to hell with Merida. This was worth it.

                                  ~ o ~

The Café 80s was one of those abysmal joints that banked heavily on nostalgia to bring in customers. Neon lights, vintage movie posters, New Coke on tap, Michael Jackson pumping out of the jukebox. There were even a few old-school arcade cabinets in the corner, like Centipede or Wild Gunman. It was ridiculously over-the-top.

Anna loved it. Jennifer liked what Anna liked, and the rest of the band tolerated it because they were all into retro music and it sort of went with the territory.

"I could eat a fecking ostrich," Merida groaned, almost knocking Jane over in her haste to grab a booth and order.

Anna just rolled her eyes, following behind her friend. "Yeah, you always say that, but who ends up finishing your fries half the time?"

"Not today!"

Out of the way and in the corner, the booth was the perfect place to watch the comings-and-goings of the restaurant. Anna always sat against the wall. It gave her a perfect view of a faded poster of some eighties band with a bangin' hot chick, and it never failed to cheer her up; Aimee Mann was life.

Or, it would have had Anna actually been able to concentrate on anything other than their less-than-stellar performance – not even that. The reaction to their performance. They sounded great, she knew it. Too bad the stupid teachers had no clue.

"Aww, don't mope," Punz said when the other two girls went to order. "You were fantastic today, and I bet you're only going to get better. Still think you guys should cut a demo."

Anna quirked a small small, head coming to rest on her friend's shoulder. "Thanks. It just… I was really looking forward to playing at the dance."

"Guess you'll have to find an actual date like the rest of us plebs," Punz commented airily.

Wait, was that…? Did Punz want to go with her? She lifted her head and opened her mouth to ask if perhaps Jennifer didn't have a date already, and would she maybe like to go with Anna – just as friends, if that was what she wanted! But then her eyes met Punz's, and she couldn't finish her question. They were so intense, flicking between her own. Even if Anna's mind hadn't completely emptied at their faces being so close together, she doubted she'd have the voice to ask anyway.

'I'm such a chicken,' she admonished herself as she took in the couple of freckles on Punz's nose, her sparkling green eyes. The very slight buck teeth that people made fun of her for back in junior high – earning them a punch to the face from a very overprotective Anna. Because she thought they were adorable. Everything about Jennifer Punzel was adorable and should be protected at all costs.

It was just when Anna started wondering if Punz was going to lean over and finally – finally make a move – that an unhinged looking woman in frumpy old clothes came up to them to shake a can in their face. "Donate to the 'Dell Valley Clocktower Preservation Society'? Any amount you could give would go to opposing the Mayor, that so-called 'progressive' Tiana Rose-Wilson, and her initiative to desecrate a piece of history! We believe it should-"

"Um, listen," Anna chuckled a little awkwardly, finally finding her voice. It was still a little weak, and she coughed before continuing. "I feel for you, I do, but… we're kind of in the middle of something?"

"Don't be mean," Punz hissed under her breath. Then she reached into her purse and rummaged around for her spare change. "Will this help?"

"Of course," the woman said, beaming at the both of them as though Anna had never tried to shoo her away. "Here, don't forget to take a flyer."

Nodding, Anna took it while Punz put the coins in her collection jar and the woman left. Then she folded the flyer and flicked it over to Punz.

"Phew," she muttered, "You know, sometimes I wonder why a marshmallow like you wants to hang around an asshole like me."

"Huh," Punz commented. When Anna lifted an eyebrow in confusion, she continued, "Why does a marshmallow like me want to hang around with an asshole like you?"

Anna's mouth opened in mock-offense, and Punz giggled and poked her in the cheek. "I'm sure there's a reason," she said, leaving little doubt that there was. Anna felt a red flush creeping up her neck and she looked away.

"W-well maybe I could try and be a little less, y'know…"

"Rude?"

"Hey!"

But Punz was still smiling, and maybe she was a little pink, too. Anna bit her lip. Maybe the moment was right, and this was no time to be a coward. Sucking in a breath, she leaned forward, just a little bit.

"Hey…" she repeated, more softly. It was Punz's turn to lift an eyebrow. "Do you…" she trailed off. She'd lost her nerve, as she knew she would, but that was okay. She just had to find it again. Punz didn't try and speak, even as the words died on Anna's tongue –hell, she didn't even ask what Anna had wanted to say. She just kept looking at her with those same round eyes, open and encouraging.

"Yes?"

Sucking in a breath, Anna bit her lip and moved her hand. It came to rest atop Punz's where it sat on the table. She got to rub at the soft skin, using the distraction to lean a little closer. A blonde eyebrow lifted in a question, but still Punz didn't interrupt. Her face was flawless, and the only thing that seemed to exist were the two of them. Anna felt her heart beating like a drum in her chest. "Do you, uhh, maybe…" she tried again, finding her courage—

—before Merida and Jane dropped into the opposite booth bench, setting a basket of fries down in the middle of the table. Anna jerked her hand away and leaned back, heart thundering in her chest. Goddammit!

Jane was clearly focused on her stomach, because she was already grabbing for the ketchup bottle, but Merida looked highly suspicious.

"Did we come back too early?"

"Wh-what?" Anna asked, trying to look like she had done nothing weirder than ask Punz what time it was. Probably failing because her hand had jerked back and both had shot away like they'd been shoved in opposite directions. "I mean, yeah, if you were getting more food than fries." Merida looked at her. "We were just talking!"

"They're going to bring out the rest," Jane said, oblivious. "Apparently, on a skateboard. It's really very fascinating, they seem to want to cram as much nostalgia in as is humanly possible."

The remainder of lunch was absolute torture. Punz was perfectly happy to discuss Mr Beaker's art assignment, leaving Anna to studiously ignore the stares from Merida. It was almost commendable how cool and composed Jennifer could remain under pressure or when in uncomfortable situations. This time, it simply fed into the insecurity that perhaps she was imagining things and Punz simply wanted to be her friend.

Not even the arrival of heaps of fast food delivered by high speed skateboarding waitress brought relief from Merida's interrogative gaze; Anna's hopes of talking to Punz about anything of consequence were dashed. Halfway through the lunch, she excused herself from the table to go to the bathroom, feeling a little more dejected than she knew she had any right to. Even if they hadn't been interrupted, chances were that she would have chickened out anyway.

Just as she had entered the short hall to the facilities, a welcome voice rang out behind her.

"Hey Anna, wait up!" Punzie looked… different when she approached. There was a spark in her eyes that was a little bit excited; perhaps hopeful. "You wanted to ask me something earlier?"

"N-no. Well yes. Maybe."

When Punz simply looked at her, expectant, Anna caved. Biting her lip, she dragged a hand through her hair.

"So, um, here's the thing. Dancing. It's happening, a-and since they probably won't let us play, I kinda need someone to go with. Like you said! Well, I mean, not that you… uhh…"

Punzie had closed the distance between them while Anna was busy trying to wrangle her unruly thoughts. She leaned forwards with a small, soft grin before reaching her hand around behind Anna's back. The redhead let out a whimper as she felt Punzie's hand trace a pattern on her back jean pocket before being very disappointed with its sudden withdrawal.

"Grandma's address and number. My phone's being fixed by the Geniuses at the mall right now, and we're staying there while they finish renovating my bathroom so we have to go back to the stone ages and use a landline. Pick me up at seven. Dress nice!"

When Anna's brain refocused on the present, she discovered that Punzie had scrawled a series of lines on the back of the Clocktower flyer, each as precious as gold dust to a horny teen. Her putting it in Anna's pocket was just a very nice icing on an even nicer cake.

"O-kay," she managed to sputter as she slipped it back into her pocket. Funny how she could normally be so confident – even "a cocky slacker" according to Vice-Principal Weselton – but Punz could turn her into a jellyfish with an almost-butt grab, soft words and a smile. "And did you think about… you know, the plans for after?"

"Driving up to North Lake?" Punz bit her lip, finally looking a little less than completely sure of herself. "We'll see if I'm ready. But I'm leaning toward 'hell yes'."

Anna's grin could have lit up the dark side of the moon. "Great! I mean… yes, that's… yes. Hope you feel ready when the time comes. Might even uh, have a little surprise for you…"

"Even if I don't, it's not because I don't like you," she reassured her, that same soft smile on her face. "It's just new. You and me, we've been friends forever, so changes are… weird." Then she nudged Anna and tacked on, "But this change… I don't think I'm gonna have a problem with. Also, nipple piercings aren't a surprise when you take me to get them because you're too chicken to go on your own."

And with that parting remark, the smirking girl backed away, returning to their table. Anna gazed after her for a moment.

"'M not a chicken…" she mumbled to herself.

It was only when Punz glanced back over to her that Anna remembered why she'd gotten up in the first place. Right, yes. Things to do. Ogling could wait until after. But she was on top of the world and nothing was going to knock her off that perch. Nothing but a nuclear explosion.

                                  To Be Continued…

[phoenix1966sbottom]

By request, “fluffy, cute and long fics about wincest or J2″. This was tough for me, because I don’t do schmoop very much. Expect a touch of angst in many of these because that’s the way I roll. As always, heed the author’s warning where the story is hosted and please leave a comment if you enjoyed the tale.

Malibu Jared© by _mournthewicked on Livejournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen Ackles has a successful career, great friends, and an amazing little girl. His love life is pretty much nonexistent, but he’s okay with that. The same can’t be said for Ryan. She knows her daddy deserves all the happiness in the world, so she calls on her overactive imagination to make a wish that will change their lives forever. Jensen appreciates the sentiment, but that doesn’t make him any less surprised when he wakes up to find that not only did her wish come true, it’s sleeping in his bed.

How to Speak Love by crackedbuthappy on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen asks Jared to marry him when they’re five. (no penetrative sex and very short, but I had to include this one)) 

My Secret Heart by storyspinner70 on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared isn’t obsessed with Jensen Ackles. Except, you know, that he really kind of is. A moment of clumsiness brings him into Jensen’s life and they start a tentative friendship. As they get closer, they learn exactly how true the old adage is – you can never judge a book by its cover. He learns how Jensen struggles with OCD and the nightmare the world can be for him. He also learns Jensen is a safe place for him to lay his own secrets, and that not everyone will laugh at an all american college boy who, some days, wants nothing more than to be beautiful. College age AU. Reduced age gap boys. Genderqueer!Jared, OCD!Jensen, Not a cross dressing fic.

Imaginary Spaces verse by storyspinner70 on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  When Jared, his toddler, and his baby bump move next door, Jensen's life will never be the same again. (warning: mpreg)

Love and Otter Disasters by peppervl on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 Non-AU (sort of).  As otters living on a wildlife preserve, Jared and Jensen enjoy spending lots of time playing and floating together, but they want more. An encounter with humans gives them a glimpse of the life they want, but when Misha the Magnificent grants their wish, they find that being human—and being in love—is a little more complicated than they thought, especially with the added challenges of being television stars.

Spoiled Rotten !verse by fatebegins on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jared is a spoiled high maintenance, heiress type and Jensen is his average Joe boyfriend. This is them expecting their first baby. (warning: mpreg. Must be logged in to read)

Games We Don’t Want to Play by ObsidianRomance on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest.  based on the prompt by cherry916: "When Sam was kicked out of his house he didn't just bring his books and stuff with him. He also brought a little present from Dean; a baby. But Sam being Sam, he was too scared to tell Dean of the news so he leaves without ever telling Dean that he's pregnant and isn't it Dean's surprise that when he stops by Stanford to check on Sam that Sam isn't as lean and lanky as he remembers. Sam's 7 months pregnant." I changed it a little bit, which I hope is okay. The story just kind of blossomed in my mind.  (warning: mpreg)

Hold the Whipped Cream by dimpleforyourthoughts on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  International Best Selling Author Jensen Ackles is all kinds of specific with the details of his life. He likes privacy, writing, and coffee; black, no sugar, hold the cream. He’s become a fixture at the local coffee shop, writing from his table every day for the past two years. His vices include routine, neatness, and structure. Jensen doesn’t do messes. Then there is Jared, recent post-grad basket case, who’s been coming in every day for caffeine he doesn’t need and bringing the increasing disaster in his life with him. Jared is a mess in all the ways Jensen is not and so Jensen offers to help Jared in the only way he knows how: by buying Jared a cup of coffee. (no penetrative sex onscreen, implied bottom!Jared)

Isn’t It Romantic? by QueenofScmoop on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest.  Sam and Dean make a bet that Dean can’t be romantic to anyone for three days. Sam ends up being the target of Dean’s romantic overtures.

His Pretty Lips, Another’s Lies by ladycrystal_c on LiveJournal. Sam/Dean. Wincest.  A painful encounter with a Shapeshifter leaves Sam shaken and starts taking a toll on the boys’ relationship. Unwilling to let the son of a bitch destroy everything, Dean decides he and Sam need a break from saving people if they’re going to save themselves.

The Best Gift of All by Brimstonegold and virtualpersonal on AO3. Sam/Dean. Unrelated wincest. Sam and his daughter get stranded in South Dakota, only to be taken in by a cranky, semi-retired hunter just before Christmas. There are sequels to this story, but I think there is switching in them, so read at your own risk. 

Eyes on the Prize by soulmatecest on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. This is not how Jared wanted to start his first semester at college. And definitely not how he expected to end up hooking up with the hot RA who lives right in front of him — the one that Jared likes a little too much and may have been crushing on for several weeks —.But, as Chad likes to put it: when life gives him lemons, Jared ends up sucking Jensen Ackles’ dick in the laundry room.

I’ll Give You What You Like by soulmatecest on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared is, by all means, the worst cheerleader in the world.He absolutely fucking sucks; Jensen’s not even sure how he made it to the cheer squad and why would anyone take a look to his really bad dancing moves and still think ‘oh yeah, we definitely need to get some of that for the team.’Jared is honestly a disaster at this.And yet, Jensen has done pretty much nothing apart from staring at him most of the game as Jared dances terribly in a short skirt. Because even if Jared sucks, he’s also the most beautiful omega Jensen has ever seen.  

Punzel verse by compo67 on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jensen is a ride operator at the Storybook Land Canal in Disneyland. His day changes unexpectedly and he ends up outside Goofy's House with a lost little girl and a pregnant coworker. (warning: mpreg. Some of the later timestamps are more angsty, so check the tags)

Mistletoe and Countdowns by MorganaDW on AO3. Jared/Jensen. J2 Non-Au. Innocent teasing and joking turns into something more under a sprig of mistletoe.

In The Most Animated Language by compo67. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jensen Ackles is a Pixar animator assigned to a character voiced by Hollywood star Jared Padalecki. More than sketches are started and made.

Silk and Steel by fatebegins. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  As a child, Jared was gravely injured defending a young member of his pack against a poacher. Now, he walks with a severe limp in human form, and cannot run and hunt with the other wolves in his pack. He long ago accepted that he would never mate or have a family of his own. When the pack's alpha dies without an heir, distant alpha relatives come in from out of town to compete for the title of pack alpha. One of them is Jensen Ackles. When he sees sweet, dimpled Jared, he falls hard, but Jared knows his place well. He gently brushes off all of Jensen's attempts to woo him, reminding Jensen that he owes the pack a strong, healthy mate, not a gimpy omega. Jensen makes it his mission to convince Jared that he's the perfect mate for the pack alpha, and that he's worthy of everything. (warning: mpreg)

Hope You Don’t Mind by compo67 on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jared has no problems being an introvert in a family of extroverted women. He enjoys his alone time as a freshman in high school... that is until signs for prom start showing up. With both his sisters going, he begins to wonder if maybe his time alone is a little lonely.

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The P-Word by <a rel="author" href="/users/compo67/pseuds/compo67">compo67</a>

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by compo67

The D-word was inevitable.

Since the day of their birth, Jensen and Jared held onto a tiny hope that the kids would never utter that ten-letter word. The last of that hope dies a cruel death two Tuesdays before Christmas.

Words: 1618, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 32 of Punzel Verse

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Misha Collins, Original Child Character(s), Original Characters

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins/Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Additional Tags: Timestamp, Family, Family Feels, Kid Fic, Childhood, Parenthood, Parent-Child Relationship, Tenderness, Protective Jensen Ackles, Established Relationship, Established Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Gender Issues

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[compo67]

Merry Christmas, y'all!

Please enjoy 10,000 words of Punzel Verse Fic!

Summary: Christmastime is always a hectic time for the Padalecki-Collins household. Between three children and four adults, there’s barely any time to breathe. However, there is always time for what really matters--past, present, and future.

Rated Explicit, M/M

Tags: Timestamp, J2, SPN RPS, Jared/Jensen, Misha Collins/Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Original Characters, Original Child Characters, Kid Fic, Mpreg Verse, Holiday Fic, Christmas Fic, Mommy!Jared, Daddy!Jensen. 

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finished my reread of the entire punzel verse--all 211,000 words. i've started a spreadsheet so i can finally get around to reordering the timestamps so they make more sense. ahhhh, continuity how you irritate me.

you might see some things shuffled around here and there. but now i can actually start writing this holiday fic. :)

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10,000 words, baby!

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Oh no, I'm gonna be there always, after the pain has gone away. Oh no, I'll never make you cry again. I'm gonna set things right again. I won't let em go wrong. The feelings are so strong. This can be our song. This can be our song.

I don't know if someone else could handle me. You're the only one who really sees, you get me. So help me through this hard time, change these fog lines.

Oh, no. I'm gonna be there always.

This can be our song. This can be our song.

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I've been thinking about Punzel verse a lot recently and it makes me feel like a failure of a fan or I'm not appreciating the spirit of the story in the right way, but I just can't forgive Tristan. It's distracting, esp in timestamps where he appears, but I don't think there's any excuse for how he treated Jared and I feel he def doesn't deserve to be a part of Jared's chosen family. I understand he's changed and he's trying, but I just can't do it. I'm nowhere near as good a person as Jared.

Hi anon!

I'm so glad to read that you've been thinking about this verse! You are totally not a failure of a fan, my dear.

Sorry this took me a while to get to, I wanted to really sit down with your ask.

I can definitely see how it would be distracting in the timestamps. When I started to write Tristan's extended arc in the timestamps, I really went back and forth on if he was redeemable or not. I have that same problem right now with Donna in Photo Op verse.

It's tough weighing that kind of stuff. Ultimately, I just wanted to give Jared a huge challenge. Could he work through what happened? Could he accept his brother as a new person, not the old person he was? And I wanted to explore Tristan more as a character. What motivated him to treat Jared so badly? What motivated him to change? What had to fall into place for him to change and be a better person? How will he benefit Jared in the future?

There were lots of questions with Tristan involved and I just couldn't resist raising/answering them.

I hope you give Punzel Verse a shot moving forward, but totally understand if you can't. Jared gave Tristan another chance for a variety of reasons. Sometimes we have to take a leap of faith in other people, even if they've hurt us before. But Jared was super clear about his boundaries before he let Tristan back in and that made me feel a lot better. Plus, Jared himself is different this time around. He's stronger, has more resources, and isn't afraid to kick someone out of his life for good if they don't respect him or his family.

So I suppose inviting Tristan back into the narrative is also a way of trusting Jared to make the right decision. Hmm. I never thought of it that way before, anon. You gave me so many good things to think about. Thank you so much. I hope you have a lovely day.

-Cal

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one of the most difficult things about writing anything punzel related is finding just the right poems to use

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it's been decided that this year's holiday fic will be a timestamp to Punzel. <3

now i just need to figure out if i want it to be in jared or jensen's pov. i have a loose plot/string of scenes for it already. maybe i'll go to the library tomorrow and work it out on the white board.

...this is not my homework that i still need to finish. but uh, you know.

also on the search for poetry. it's a good search.

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The new punzel playlist I made is sickeningly sweet and I can't stop listening to it

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Officially on the hunt for romantic poems

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Thank you so much, my friend! :D I greatly appreciate this.

Let's see. In no particular order...

They Met at the Photo Op Booth: Celebrity!Jensen and small town!Jared with an age difference and lots of love. [Completed but part of an ongoing series.]

Minutes Past Midnight: Werewolf J2 fic with omega!Jared and alpha!Jensen. [Completed.]

Model of the Solar System: Dystopian universe with single father!Jensen, dark fic. [WIP.]

Put to Good Use: The first installment of The Chicago Verse (TCV). Sam and Dean retire and move to the Mexican neighborhood of Chicago called Pilsen. [Ongoing series.]

Punzel: Jared and Jensen work at Disneyland and fall in love, despite a sea of challenges. [Completed but part of an ongoing series.]

This was fun, thinking back on everything I've written. And so difficult to choose! Then I think about what else is left to write and I feel super happy--and grateful. <3

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12, 15, 18, 20 for the AO3 Wrapped asks? (I always want to know more about your WIPs and future fics by the way!)

Hi hi hi, anon! :D Thank you so much for the ask on this one. I love the AO3 wrapped concept. I have so many ideas for future fics! So glad that you are interested in knowing them. <3

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

You may not believe this, but I only have 2 WIPs for next year as of this moment. I have "Power of Two" (Photo Op 4) and "Model of the Solar System." I have been trying really, really hard not to start more than I can handle. Do I have ideas? Plenty. But I only have two current WIPs to start off 2024.

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Just the two, which is so rare for me. But I guess TCV is one big ongoing WIP as well. So maybe that makes it three?

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Jared from "Rest and Restore." It was super difficult to write him because he had to be going through the grief of his divorce, but without coming off as annoyingly whiny. There's this fine line between "I'm letting off steam and going through something" and "I'm just wallowing/whining." He had to be fresh from his divorce but removed from it, too. It was a thing I worked really hard to balance.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

This year it's been all about "Minutes Past Midnight." It's such a comforting place to be. I really want to live in Jared's yurt for a week and just experience what it must be like to live in the great wide wilderness. Of course, it wouldn't hurt if I had a Jensen there, too.

Tagging on...

I will say that I constantly have ideas in my head that might become WIPs. Like Back Pocket 3. Minutes Past Midnight 2. A continuation of Rest and Restore.

A new idea about J2 being pretending to be bachelors in the late 1800s, but they're really a couple and it's their first winter out on the prairie. I'm basing that idea off of Laura Ingalls Wilder's writing. I just love her stuff, I used to read her a lot what I was a kid.

Another idea for the Palo Alto verse where Dean, while at work in the library as a security guard, encounters a pretty nasty spirit. He has to call in back up--Sam. She shows up and kicks ass, despite not hunting in a while.

I'm also thinking about Punzel and what I need to do to move forward in that verse. I would love to start a proper sequel to it, not just a timestamp. And I think we are there? Or maybe almost? But I need to finish other projects first.

And of course, there's Photo Op 4, which I'll carry with me into 2024. We need these boys married!

Model of the Solar System is also perpetually on my mind. I'm still worldbuilding after all these years. I just still need to figure out the end, which is easier said than done.

I also have a J2 time travel fic that's at some 30,000 words on Patreon. But I got stuck while writing it and the pandemic happened, then I got caught up in Minutes Past Midnight. I just had to table it. I will finish it one day. I think it's a good fic. I really like Jared in that fic, even though it's from Jensen's POV. And I liked writing in the first person, plus the use of photography in that fic.

So that's a preview of what I roll around in my head on a daily basis, anon! I hope you enjoyed the peek. :)