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this whole scene had me giggling kicking my feet

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honestly wei yings misunderstandings about lan wangji were 100% understandable like imagine a nun yelling at you and insisting you cover up your ankles. and youre like holy shit this lady is old fashioned and a total puritan. then she reveals no actually i have a huge ankle fetish and being around you makes me so horny i want to become an enemy of the church for you. you'd never fucking see that coming.
Well, if it isn't the best analogy I've come across
Lan Wangji gave him a bunny plushy <3

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Actually itâs so fucking hot of Misha to wear clothes with visible mending on a time of fast fashion and celebrities wearing clothes once and never again
I sure hope I'm not the only one old enough to remember the tv show Roswell here, right? (â >â 0â <â ďźâ ) This one here was one the first fanfiction that i had saved on my old man computer when i was a kid for the specific purpose of printing it to read it during the summer again and again and again until i grew physically tired of it (â âŻâ á´â âŻâ ). It brings back so many memories and now that i started book bind my favourite fanfictions, being able to somehow give justice to this story feels so nice.
September 23rd. Journal entry one. I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died. After that, things got really weird....
ROSWELL 1.01: PILOT.
Cockles AU : The Rebel Princess (or âPrincess Mishaâ)
At eighteen, Misha Collins-Padalecki thought he was gonna marry some nice girl and have a good life but that was without counting on his parents, the freaking royal family.
The king Jared and his wife the queen Genevieve Collins-Padalecki revealed to him that he had to marry the son of the king of Ackles, soon to be king. Their parents made a pact before their kids were born to reunite their kingdoms and apparently the fact that Misha was not a woman didnât seem to change anything.
The announcements were fast and everyone was happy in the whole kingdom. It was a joyful thing, a wedding and the reunification of two kingdoms and everyone was calling the heir Princess Misha!  Everyone was pleased except for maybe⌠Misha!
Misha was furious! How could his parents think they owned him and mess with his life like this! They wanted him to marry a guy! Misha was not gay for Godâs sake! Okay, he liked to wear good looking and fitting clothes and nail polish, but he wasnât gay alright! He told all of this to his dad but the moose just laughed at his face.
âMisha donât worry. I met the boy before, Iâm sure youâll love him,â he simply said with a superior smile or at least Misha thought so.
His mom gave him a comforting hug and smiled sweetly at him before leaving him with his thoughts.
The âJensonn prince thingâ would arrive tomorrow and they all expected âPrincess Mishaâ to be happy about this!
Fuck that! Fuck everyone, Misha would NOT give them this satisfaction.
Misha couldnât do that, he decided to run away as soon as possible. Like now!
He took his most precious things in a baby blue bag, a picture of his loved (but treacherous) family, his book of poems and a shiny cockle he found at the beach as a kid. He packed few clothes and undergarments, he didnât plan to go forever, but he will be gone  long enough for them to understand that they couldnât control him like a puppet  âŚ
Night fell on the kingdom and he discreetly left his rooms to go to the stables. He mounted Kale, his favorite white mare, and letâs go! he shouted.
âPrincess Mishaâ was gone, he thought, now came Prince Misha, master of his life going through adventure.
He felt free and happy, he let Kale guide him and closed his eyes feeling the wind, feeling wildâŚ
and then a branch knocked him off the mare. He fell violently and felt his breath sucked out of his lungs. He took a gulp of air and sighed.
His collision with the ground was very brutal, he felt sore already. He tried to get up but groaned and fell pathetically on his sore butt.
âAre you okay?â
He almost jumped at the voice, he turned his head to see a guy standing beside a black horse.
âIâm alrightâ, he replied with a scoff, trying to be more presentable and get up but he fell again.
He heard a muffled laugh and glared at the guy murderously.
The stranger didnât seemed fazed by it, he looked like he found him very amusing, and Misha was fuming. It didnât stop the guy from walking toward him. He calmly tied his horse to a tree and when he arrived in front of him he extended a hand for him to take.
Misha looked at the hand and then took a moment to really look at the stranger. He was dirty blond and his green eyes were smiling like his lips, and he had freckles peppered all over his face and it was the cutest thingâŚ
âLet me help, please.â
He placed his hand in the other and it was warm. He looked at the green eyes and felt himself blushing.
The other didnât notice, he looked at Misha like he never saw anything more interesting in his life. His smile was kind and honest and it was contagious. Misha smiled back at him and the green eyes were shining now.
The beautiful freckled guy seemed to remember himself and helped him to get to his feet. The prince slipped but this time someone was there to catch him.
An arm wrapped around his waist securely and he allowed himself to lean lightly against the stranger.
âThank youâ, he said, the other just shrugged in sign that it was nothing, but he was still smiling.
He didnât knew the guy but he already trusted him. It was crazy, but well he ran away for wildness, for freedom.
He let the other lead him to the black horse.
âWhere were you going? Your horse ran away but I think you need to rest before going to search for it.â
âI donât knowâŚâ
âWhat?â
âI donât know where I was going, far from where I was I guess.â
He didnât know why he was telling the truth, it was stupid, but those green eyes were looking at him and there was no judgment, just curiosity.
âWhy?â
âLong story. Donât feel like sharing now.â he showed his sore leg and immediately green eyes darkened with worry.
Freckles lifted him in his arms before he could protest and deposited him on the horseâs back.
âI was going to take a room at the next inn anyway, is that okay with you?â
âYeah but IâŚâ
âYou what?â
âDonât have any money,â he finished, feeling stupid. He just left with everything but money.
Freckles shrugged.
âWonât be a problem I have enough.â
âButâŚâ
âItâs okay I want to help.â
âWhy?â
Freckles blinked.
âBecause.â
âItâs not an answer.â
âItâs mine. hey whatâs your name?â
âWhat?â
âI just asked for your name.â
âI wonât tell you.â
âWhy?â
âCause you didnât answer my question.â
Freckles rolled his eyes.
âAnd you, whatâs your name?â asked Misha.
âIâll tell you mine when you tell me yours.â
Misha snorted and Freckles laughed while untying his horse.
They were behaving like teenagers but it was refreshing in a way Misha liked.
They didnât talked the way to the inn. It seemed like Freckles had made a long journey, he looked tired, and Misha was quiet because he had a lot on his mind and didnât wanted the young man to know that he was the âPrincess Mishaâ everyone was surely talking about and mock him for that.
Arriving at the inn, Freckles asked for two rooms, but it was full because of everyone coming for Mishaâs princess wedding and there was only one free. Misha just rolled his eyes wondering when they would notice the âprincessâ was long gone. Freckles turned to ask him if sharing the room was okay and he just nodded, it was no big deal, right?
The manager of the establishment gave them a key and showed the room, no one was paying attention to them.
Freckles made him sit on the bed and asked if he could remove his pants while he was fetching some ice for his leg. Misha just nodded, lost in his thoughts.
When the other came back with the ice as promised Misha was sat on the bed with only his shirt, his back against the headboard.
Jensen looked at him a moment and then sat at the foot of the bed to take care of his leg.
Misha was still thinking about his situation. His story was so stupid, just like his parents, stupid royal moose of a father, why couldnât he be in a normal family? Living simply like⌠like Freckles. He seemed normal enough, he was genuine and he was happy, right?
He looked at Freckles while he was putting ice on his slightly swollen leg, it relieved the pain a bit.
âAre you happy?â he asked bluntly.
Freckles blinked his green eyes in surprise.
âUh⌠itâs a rather personal question for someone who wonât even tell me his name, donât you think?â
Misha glowered and Freckles laughed gently.
âOkay, I will answer because Iâm not being a brat, unlike you.â
The prince sharpened his glare but it was only pretence, he was hiding his smile behind it.
âI sorta donât know,â Freckles said while gently massaging his ankle , âI just⌠I try to do what I think is right, make my parents happy. But sometimes I just⌠I wish there was more to it, you know?â
Misha nodded, he was listening very attentively. Freckles was so generous, he thought about others before himself. He wanted to give him something that would be just his.
âI understand,â he said, âbut you⌠you should do what makes you happy. If your family loves you, theyâll understand.â
Freckles looked at him sadly. He didnât know why, Misha just wanted to hug him, to make him happy, to kiss his mouth until he smiled again.
Kiss his mouth?
Misha trembled at the thought, but the more he looked at the boy the more he wanted to kiss him happy.
He never met a guy he was attracted to before, why now? He didnât know if he could be attracted to other guys, there was just Freckles in his mind, he was beautiful and kind, he was fascinating and attractive. And yes Misha wanted to kiss him, so he did.
He leaned in and caressed the boy lips with his, they were so soft.
Freckles immediately responded to the kiss and embraced him tightly and he loved it, the weight of his muscular arms wrapped around him, the warmth of his body, his sweet lips, his kisses.
Misha soon found himself on his back, Frecklesâs body covering his but minding his leg and he was gently leaning on his elbows.
The kisses were great and he wanted more of it, he heard a satisfying groan when his hand landed on the cute ass. Okay so he noticed it earlier, how could he not?
He pinched it and Freckles laughed breathily, he smiled and his hand caressed Frecklesâs face and the fluffy stray hairs on his forehead.
âBlueâŚâ the boy whispered tenderly.
And then Freckles started to kiss along his jaw and then followed the line to his collarbone and sucked the skin, he was gonna have marks but he was happy about it.
Suddenly Misha grinned, okay so he was maybe⌠okay. hells yeah he was gay alright!
But he wasnât gonna marry that stupid Jensson prince, he was gonna have sex with his Freckles, the beautiful freckled boy with shining green eyes who helped him without knowing who he was, who had been so kind to him while he wasnât really being nice.
They would be free together. He wanted to follow Freckles wherever he was going, if he agreed, he hoped he would.
Freckles sighed against his lips.
âBlue⌠I wish I could marry you insteadâŚâ
Misha didnât react, too occupied by Frecklesâs hands and lips on him but then the wordâŚ
Marry? Why was Freckles talking about marriage now?
âWhat?â
âIâm sorry, I didnât meant to,â said Freckles, already regretting what he said, âOh blue, forgive meâŚâ
âYou⌠you are engaged?â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to, but then you were kissing me and I⌠I found you so beautiful and I am a dick but itâs not what you think, I donât⌠I never met my promised, I don'tâŚâ
âYou never met her?â
âHim, I mean Iâm sure this Misha guy is greatâŚâ
Mishaâs eyes widened in shock while Freckles was continuing, looking very uneasy.
âBut I donât know him and I never wanted to marry but now that I met you IâŚâ
âMisha?!!!â Misha almost screamed, not believing his ears.
âYeah thatâs his name, I guess now you know my nameâŚâ
âJenson!!!â
âJensen,â corrected the Ackles prince, âand I know you must be furious and Iâm sorry but I never planned this I swear, I just wanted to help you and even if I⌠but I didnât predict I would⌠that I wouldâŚâ
Freck- Jensen looked down, his face flushed, the freckles standing even more on the rosy skin.
âThat you would what?â asked Misha trying to be calm
Jensen looked back at him finally, the green color in his eyes was shriveling, he looked shy and nervous.
âThat I would fall in love with you,â he answered with a gruff voice.
Misha felt his heart fly in his chest, like it had wings wings, he never felt like that in his entire existence.
Actually he never felt like he had felt with Freckles.
JensenâŚ
The boy who was currently looking at him like he was his entire world.
âFuckâŚâ he muttered, his dad was gonna be so smug.
Jensenâs eyes widened in fear and he looked like his world had ended. Misha felt his heart shatter at the sight and kissed him to make him understand.
Jensenâs hands gripped at his shirt like he was afraid he would run away, but he could not, he didnât want to.
His destiny was set.
He loved him, he loved Jensen.
And Jensen loved him back, and that fact was so perfect, and he was so happy that it would lessen the fact that his moose of father was rightâŚ
But he was gonna give his dad payback for being too sure of himself anyway.
Maybe something sticky on his throne or is that was too immature? Maybe Jensen would helpâŚ
The two boys broke the kiss at the same moment to breathe but so close that it was in each otherâs mouths.
âBlue⌠IâŚâ
âYou love Misha.â
Jensenâs eyes widened.
âNo!â he said, âI love you !â
Misha just smiled calmly. He took Jensenâs hand and put it on the freckled princeâs heart:
âYou loveâŚâ
And then he put his freckled hand on his own heart and said:
ââŚMisha.â
His blue eyes were trying to make him understand, Jensen looked lost for a moment and then looked at him like he saw him for the first time.
âYou⌠you are Misha?â he said dumbstruck.
âYeahâŚâ
He took the picture of him and his family from his bag and showed it to the other prince.
Jensen looked at it a moment, then looked at him and the picture again. Mishaâs palms were sweating, would Jensen still love him now that he knew?
Jensen then started to laugh heartfully.
Misha glowered, his arms now crossed in defense, but Jensen hugged him.
âNo, Iâm sorry I donât mean to laugh at you hon, I laughed at the situation, how is thatâŚâ he tried to breath, âhow is that real?â
âIn my worldâ, muttered Misha.
Jensen took his face in both hands and looked at him fondly
âYou are so cute, I love you (and your world) (I wouldnât exchange you for the world)â
âI love you tooâŚâ
Jensen peppered his jaw with sweet kisses, repeating how much he loved him.
âSo tell me one thing princessâŚâ
Misha snorted.
âWhy did you run away?â
The prince pursed his lips.
âI didnât want to marry this stupid prince of Ackles I never metâ, he said to tease him.
Jensen laughed.
âAnd now? Do you still want to run away from the stupid prince I am?â
âNot for the world.â
Jensenâs face was the happiest he ever saw him.
âAsk me the question againâ, he asked.
âWhatâs you name?â Misha asked, âI already know, but you will always be Freckles for me.â
âNoâ, blushed Jensen, âthe other one.â
Misha smiled.
âAre you happy?â
âYes!â answered Jensen with honesty and joy and then kissed his lover.
The day after they went to the panicked castle to announce their future wedding.
When Misha explained why he ran away and why he came back, King Jaredâs bitch face almost shone and then his smug face was the worst and Misha was already planning his revenge, and he was sure Jensen would help.
They get married few days after and lived happily ever after.
Note : Okay well another fic I never planned to write omg lol I just made this edit for cocklesweek and wanted to write a summary of it and thought hopefully someone would take it as a prompt but I started the summary and it was not a summary anymore (seriously the amount of time it happen to me itâs unbelievable !) So guys I hope it doesnât suck because I really wrote this quickly it was not planned and I was the first surprised ! I hope you guys like it just please you know let me know by a com so I know it wasnât bad.
And well I know they are a bit OOC but they are younger and itâs AU also
ps : Itâs supposed to be crack-ish, I just wanted something a bit crack-ish and funny and cute and romantic, I hope I did achieve it.
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Thinking about how Mary performed femininity to please John and Dean performed masculinity to please John, about how Mary tried to ignore the itch to hunt and Dean had to smother the urge to nest, about how Mary was everything John wanted Dean to be and Dean was everything John believed Mary was, about how this man who was so important to both of them never really knew either of them at all.
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