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soncnicaTitle: But The Storm Is A-Coming 'Cross The Hills Tonight 1/7
Author: soncnica
Rating: R, G, idk
Genre/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Wordcount: cca. 1.700 this chapter
Summary: Jared is King Dean Morgan’s knight. He is the one the King calls for whenever torture or punishment has to be done and Jared’s expertise is whipping. Jensen is his next victim. Or is he?
Warnings: Gore, blood, whipping and all that goes along with that, mystery, magic, abuse of history and knighthood, angst?, NO character death, NO disfigurement, hurt!Jensen, h/c.
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION. The title comes from a song called A bar in Amsterdam from the band KatzenJammer and does not belong to me.
A/N: I just wanted to write Jared whipping Jensen, is that so bad? Don’t answer that. And well, this is what I came up with. If you decide to read this story, just trust me, I know exactly where I’m going with this. Thank you! And yeah the story is finished and it has around 7 chapters, I'll try to post every few days.
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CHAPTER 1
Jared walked fast down the long hallway, torches lightning up the place even though the sun was shining directly into the hall, guards standing like statues every few feet; unmoving, silent, swords and spears and bows at the ready to strike down whoever would come uninvited to the King’s private rooms.
He was like that once, standing there, counting down the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years before he grew into the man that he was now. At twenty-eight he had seen things, did things that woke him up at night, drenched in cold sweat, tearing the sheet apart with his hands.
But at day he was Jared, knight of the Dean Morgan’s kingdom.
His shoes were making tapping noises on the marble floor, patterns of dragons mid-flight made out of Murano glass stretching up and down, left and right all over the floor, making him dizzy just by looking at it. Everything shone so brightly in the orange and red fire; nothing but the best for King Dean Morgan, nothing but the best no matter how it was gained.
The long, black cloak he wore was hugging his calves at every step, swooshing in the wind his fast walk produced and smelling his own sweat from the long hot day that was already behind him... but he wasn't allowed to take the cloak off; it was his uniform, it showed his place in the court, kept him warm in the winter and too hot in the summer, but most importantly it kept the daggers he had hidden at the small of his back perfectly covered.
The sword that was hanging by his right thigh was heavy and long, but his and he wouldn’t change it for nothing. It made him feel safe when the night seemed to descend on him, trying to swallow him up.
He was good with it, more than good, perfect in every way imaginable and the blood he had spilled with the sharpness of it could be measured in thousands and thousands of gallons.
It was forged at the shores of Lake Lash’as and when he first touched it, he knew. It spoke to him, you’re mine.
There was a smell of fresh air that crawled through the hallway, tiptoeing on the Muran glass, afraid of breaking it, it seemed, but no one dared to close the huge windows framing the hall.
He took a deep breath. It was summer, finally summer with its hot, humid air that made the long hair at the back of his neck curl up, his sweaty bangs poking at his eyes and cheeks.
His right hand rose up to grab hold of his sword’s handle when he stopped before a huge wooden door with carvings of snakes strangling lions on the red cherry wood the doors were made off. It was a bloody scene, one that haunted Jared at night among all the other things that crawled in his mind.
“Open it!” he snapped, not caring about the looks he got from the two men that were guarding the entrance. There was fear in those eyes and Jared was so used to it by now, seeing fear, that it made no impact on him. Not anymore. Not like it used to, because now, now everyone knew who he was.
Everyone.
They both lowered their heads and gripped the end of the lion’s tail that served as a handle, pushing the doors inward.
“Yes, Sir.”
The shorter of the two said and tried to hide the tremble in his voice, but didn’t do a good job because it was there. Loud and clear.
Fear.
When the door opened, the smell of strong perfume and weeks of sweat and grime slammed into him, making him almost stumble backwards with how strong the stench was. There was even a sharp smell of come in the air, that was probably just a left over from the last whore the King had in his bed.
He’ll never understand these people, these people highest on the food chain… water was to be washed with and not just to sip when the taste of wine became too much. It was the most disgusting thing, even more disgusting that watching prisoners eat their own tongues when the hunger became too much for them to take.
He loved washing himself, even if that did make him the freak in the house, but just the feeling of warm water all over his skin, washing away all the dirt and the strangeness of the day… made him feel alive.
He took a deep breath, shook his head and entered, walking slowly towards the figure at the end of the large room.
He pushed his cloak aside and his sword away from his body and went down on his left knee. Kneeling before the man that was his King came natural to him, but his fingers still itched for those daggers he had hidden on him.
The man was eating grapes and moaning whenever the grape burst in his mouth and some juice ran down his salt ‘n’ pepper beard.
Jared bowed his head out of respect and disgust.
“King Dean Morgan.” He said to the shiny, chestnut floor, wincing at the words and tightening the hand holding his sword.
“Jared.”
He raised his head with the invitation and looked at his King putting another grape into his mouth, holding it between his teeth before tugging it into his mouth with his tongue: “We got him.”
Jared could hear the grape pop when the King bit into it and swallowed down the grimace when the King laughed out loud, making some grape juice spill down his beard again.
They’ve got him.
The King’s laughter followed Jared when he practically ran down the hallway.
The stairs leading down to the dungeon were illuminated by torches holding on to the wall, the stone slippery and full of straw that tried to soak up all the moisture but failed and just lay there in the far corners, moldy and defeated.
There were rats running up and down the stairs on their tiny little feet and Jared kicked them down the stairs while he walked, careful and slow. He was used to these stairs, used to them all too well.
He glided his hand on the wall, the stone there as damp as the stairs, covered with moss and dirt.
He stopped at the bottom of the staircase and turned left, scrunching up his nose at the smell, but the smell wasn’t as bad as it was in the King’s quarters. This was a smell that he was used to; blood, piss, shit and vomit, all smells that made even the toughest men’s eyes water and puke their guts out in the far corners of the dungeon.
But he was used to it, because he had spent his squire years in here, seeing things no child ever should see. Whenever he wasn’t needed he sneaked down here and had been trained by a man, he would forever look up to. Even in death.
“Jared.”
The voice came from the darkness a few feet away and Jared smiled out a: “Louis.” back in greeting.
A tall, skinny man emerged from the shadows, nothing on his face or body indicating his age, but Jared knew and kept it a secret.
Louis’ strong hand gripped Jared’s forearm, making him grab Louis’ back, getting his fingers into the moldy, soft fabric of the man's shirt. They smiled at one another, a smile just an upward tug of lips, no joy or happiness behind it.
A man screamed somewhere and Jared ignored it, just like Louis had taught him so many years ago, teaching him how to deafen his mind and ears to the things happening in the dungeon.
Nothing made Jared flinch anymore.
Nothing.
“Where’s he?” he let go of the man’s arm.
“Yesss, yesss. He’sss down ‘ere,” Jared followed Luis’ finger pointing further down the hall, “left at tha corn’r.”
Jared nodded once, just a small acknowledgment and started walking, kicking away rats and mice and straw that blocked his way.
The first thing he saw was a man’s back, vertebrae pushed out almost obscenely. The skin was glistering with sweat in the low, flickering light of the torches, and dirt flew like a river down that back stopping – probably - until it hit the floor. But Jared wasn’t able to see that, because the man was huddled in the corner, right beneath a small barred window, naked as the day he was born, clutching his legs to his chest, only presenting his backside to the world. There were two guards standing by the wall, keeping an eye on the man and looking a bit green around the edges and with eyes so watery, Jared was surprised they could actually see anything.
“Leave.” He said, voice strong, an order in one word even if he wasn’t really trying.
“Sir, we was order’d not to leave ‘im alon’.” One of the guards said, Jared wasn’t sure which one, because his eyes were glued to the prisoner.
He turned his head towards the guards so fast something in his neck cracked: “Leave now!” his voice boomed through the dungeon and the guards flinched, lowered their heads and walked away quickly.
Jared loved the power he had around here. People would bow their heads and look at the floor whenever they would pass him, they would tremble and shake whenever they’d speak to him and they would run away if he only said one word.
He ran his hand through his hair and stepped closer towards the prisoner, his sword and a silver, snake shaped necklace tying his cloak around his neck clinking around him; a noise so familiar to him that he didn’t even notice it anymore, but the man did, if the shiver that Jared could see run up the man’s back was any indication.
He knew that he shouldn’t have come to the dungeon fully armed – some of the prisoners still had some strength in them – but he was fast and good with both his hands and weapons and no one would have been able to do him any harm.
He stopped, the tips of his shoes inches from the man’s sides and crouched down, being careful that his knees didn’t touch either the floor or the man’s skin.
It was foolish of the man to have his back towards the door, showing everyone his most vulnerable spot, not giving himself a chance to fight
He looked around, knowing that this place had ears and eyes in places no one could even imagine… but he knew he was alone. No one would dare to interrupt his time with the prisoner but he still had to be careful.
He placed his hand, gently, softly, slowly on the man’s right side, making his fingers comfortable in the dips between the man’s ribs.
He squeezed the hard, shivery side, skin wet and hot underneath his palm and whispered: “Jensen.”
CHAPTER 2
Author: soncnica
Rating: R, G, idk
Genre/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Wordcount: cca. 1.700 this chapter
Summary: Jared is King Dean Morgan’s knight. He is the one the King calls for whenever torture or punishment has to be done and Jared’s expertise is whipping. Jensen is his next victim. Or is he?
Warnings: Gore, blood, whipping and all that goes along with that, mystery, magic, abuse of history and knighthood, angst?, NO character death, NO disfigurement, hurt!Jensen, h/c.
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION. The title comes from a song called A bar in Amsterdam from the band KatzenJammer and does not belong to me.
A/N: I just wanted to write Jared whipping Jensen, is that so bad? Don’t answer that. And well, this is what I came up with. If you decide to read this story, just trust me, I know exactly where I’m going with this. Thank you! And yeah the story is finished and it has around 7 chapters, I'll try to post every few days.
Beta: The ever awesome
marlowe78.CHAPTER 1
Jared walked fast down the long hallway, torches lightning up the place even though the sun was shining directly into the hall, guards standing like statues every few feet; unmoving, silent, swords and spears and bows at the ready to strike down whoever would come uninvited to the King’s private rooms.
He was like that once, standing there, counting down the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years before he grew into the man that he was now. At twenty-eight he had seen things, did things that woke him up at night, drenched in cold sweat, tearing the sheet apart with his hands.
But at day he was Jared, knight of the Dean Morgan’s kingdom.
His shoes were making tapping noises on the marble floor, patterns of dragons mid-flight made out of Murano glass stretching up and down, left and right all over the floor, making him dizzy just by looking at it. Everything shone so brightly in the orange and red fire; nothing but the best for King Dean Morgan, nothing but the best no matter how it was gained.
The long, black cloak he wore was hugging his calves at every step, swooshing in the wind his fast walk produced and smelling his own sweat from the long hot day that was already behind him... but he wasn't allowed to take the cloak off; it was his uniform, it showed his place in the court, kept him warm in the winter and too hot in the summer, but most importantly it kept the daggers he had hidden at the small of his back perfectly covered.
The sword that was hanging by his right thigh was heavy and long, but his and he wouldn’t change it for nothing. It made him feel safe when the night seemed to descend on him, trying to swallow him up.
He was good with it, more than good, perfect in every way imaginable and the blood he had spilled with the sharpness of it could be measured in thousands and thousands of gallons.
It was forged at the shores of Lake Lash’as and when he first touched it, he knew. It spoke to him, you’re mine.
There was a smell of fresh air that crawled through the hallway, tiptoeing on the Muran glass, afraid of breaking it, it seemed, but no one dared to close the huge windows framing the hall.
He took a deep breath. It was summer, finally summer with its hot, humid air that made the long hair at the back of his neck curl up, his sweaty bangs poking at his eyes and cheeks.
His right hand rose up to grab hold of his sword’s handle when he stopped before a huge wooden door with carvings of snakes strangling lions on the red cherry wood the doors were made off. It was a bloody scene, one that haunted Jared at night among all the other things that crawled in his mind.
“Open it!” he snapped, not caring about the looks he got from the two men that were guarding the entrance. There was fear in those eyes and Jared was so used to it by now, seeing fear, that it made no impact on him. Not anymore. Not like it used to, because now, now everyone knew who he was.
Everyone.
They both lowered their heads and gripped the end of the lion’s tail that served as a handle, pushing the doors inward.
“Yes, Sir.”
The shorter of the two said and tried to hide the tremble in his voice, but didn’t do a good job because it was there. Loud and clear.
Fear.
When the door opened, the smell of strong perfume and weeks of sweat and grime slammed into him, making him almost stumble backwards with how strong the stench was. There was even a sharp smell of come in the air, that was probably just a left over from the last whore the King had in his bed.
He’ll never understand these people, these people highest on the food chain… water was to be washed with and not just to sip when the taste of wine became too much. It was the most disgusting thing, even more disgusting that watching prisoners eat their own tongues when the hunger became too much for them to take.
He loved washing himself, even if that did make him the freak in the house, but just the feeling of warm water all over his skin, washing away all the dirt and the strangeness of the day… made him feel alive.
He took a deep breath, shook his head and entered, walking slowly towards the figure at the end of the large room.
He pushed his cloak aside and his sword away from his body and went down on his left knee. Kneeling before the man that was his King came natural to him, but his fingers still itched for those daggers he had hidden on him.
The man was eating grapes and moaning whenever the grape burst in his mouth and some juice ran down his salt ‘n’ pepper beard.
Jared bowed his head out of respect and disgust.
“King Dean Morgan.” He said to the shiny, chestnut floor, wincing at the words and tightening the hand holding his sword.
“Jared.”
He raised his head with the invitation and looked at his King putting another grape into his mouth, holding it between his teeth before tugging it into his mouth with his tongue: “We got him.”
Jared could hear the grape pop when the King bit into it and swallowed down the grimace when the King laughed out loud, making some grape juice spill down his beard again.
They’ve got him.
The King’s laughter followed Jared when he practically ran down the hallway.
The stairs leading down to the dungeon were illuminated by torches holding on to the wall, the stone slippery and full of straw that tried to soak up all the moisture but failed and just lay there in the far corners, moldy and defeated.
There were rats running up and down the stairs on their tiny little feet and Jared kicked them down the stairs while he walked, careful and slow. He was used to these stairs, used to them all too well.
He glided his hand on the wall, the stone there as damp as the stairs, covered with moss and dirt.
He stopped at the bottom of the staircase and turned left, scrunching up his nose at the smell, but the smell wasn’t as bad as it was in the King’s quarters. This was a smell that he was used to; blood, piss, shit and vomit, all smells that made even the toughest men’s eyes water and puke their guts out in the far corners of the dungeon.
But he was used to it, because he had spent his squire years in here, seeing things no child ever should see. Whenever he wasn’t needed he sneaked down here and had been trained by a man, he would forever look up to. Even in death.
“Jared.”
The voice came from the darkness a few feet away and Jared smiled out a: “Louis.” back in greeting.
A tall, skinny man emerged from the shadows, nothing on his face or body indicating his age, but Jared knew and kept it a secret.
Louis’ strong hand gripped Jared’s forearm, making him grab Louis’ back, getting his fingers into the moldy, soft fabric of the man's shirt. They smiled at one another, a smile just an upward tug of lips, no joy or happiness behind it.
A man screamed somewhere and Jared ignored it, just like Louis had taught him so many years ago, teaching him how to deafen his mind and ears to the things happening in the dungeon.
Nothing made Jared flinch anymore.
Nothing.
“Where’s he?” he let go of the man’s arm.
“Yesss, yesss. He’sss down ‘ere,” Jared followed Luis’ finger pointing further down the hall, “left at tha corn’r.”
Jared nodded once, just a small acknowledgment and started walking, kicking away rats and mice and straw that blocked his way.
The first thing he saw was a man’s back, vertebrae pushed out almost obscenely. The skin was glistering with sweat in the low, flickering light of the torches, and dirt flew like a river down that back stopping – probably - until it hit the floor. But Jared wasn’t able to see that, because the man was huddled in the corner, right beneath a small barred window, naked as the day he was born, clutching his legs to his chest, only presenting his backside to the world. There were two guards standing by the wall, keeping an eye on the man and looking a bit green around the edges and with eyes so watery, Jared was surprised they could actually see anything.
“Leave.” He said, voice strong, an order in one word even if he wasn’t really trying.
“Sir, we was order’d not to leave ‘im alon’.” One of the guards said, Jared wasn’t sure which one, because his eyes were glued to the prisoner.
He turned his head towards the guards so fast something in his neck cracked: “Leave now!” his voice boomed through the dungeon and the guards flinched, lowered their heads and walked away quickly.
Jared loved the power he had around here. People would bow their heads and look at the floor whenever they would pass him, they would tremble and shake whenever they’d speak to him and they would run away if he only said one word.
He ran his hand through his hair and stepped closer towards the prisoner, his sword and a silver, snake shaped necklace tying his cloak around his neck clinking around him; a noise so familiar to him that he didn’t even notice it anymore, but the man did, if the shiver that Jared could see run up the man’s back was any indication.
He knew that he shouldn’t have come to the dungeon fully armed – some of the prisoners still had some strength in them – but he was fast and good with both his hands and weapons and no one would have been able to do him any harm.
He stopped, the tips of his shoes inches from the man’s sides and crouched down, being careful that his knees didn’t touch either the floor or the man’s skin.
It was foolish of the man to have his back towards the door, showing everyone his most vulnerable spot, not giving himself a chance to fight
He looked around, knowing that this place had ears and eyes in places no one could even imagine… but he knew he was alone. No one would dare to interrupt his time with the prisoner but he still had to be careful.
He placed his hand, gently, softly, slowly on the man’s right side, making his fingers comfortable in the dips between the man’s ribs.
He squeezed the hard, shivery side, skin wet and hot underneath his palm and whispered: “Jensen.”
CHAPTER 2
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Date: 2011-10-27 06:43 pm (UTC)You can't be serious?! Jared whipping Jensen? Uuhhhh, this sounds promising!! Well, not for Jensen, obviously! But I have to admit that it is a secret kink of mine.
Love the first chapter. MOOOAAAR!! :)
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Date: 2011-10-27 06:47 pm (UTC)lol, of course I'm serious... I'm dead serious... actually 'm so serious that I ACTUALLY am finished with this story already and I just started writing it on Tuesday!! *shakes head* so yeah there will be whipping, because well... hehehe, it's kinda a kink for me too... so... yeah... 'm going all the way here, baby! *grins*
I'll post the next chapter on Sunday, becasue well tomorrow is SPN day, which is Saturday for me, and then on Sunday I'm pretty much free to post! :))))))
so happy you like this... :) thank you for reading! :))))))
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Date: 2011-10-27 06:45 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2011-10-27 06:51 pm (UTC)thank you so much for stopping by and reading this! :) I just hope I'll be able to keep the atmospher as it is here, through the rest of the story... :)) thank you!
guh... yeah.. Jared as a knight... I mean *dry mouth* yeah... no comment!
the way he is in my mind... in that black cloak... ummm..... *licks lips*
and Jensen all dirty and sweaty and naked... ummm.... *thud*
and a bloody, sweaty, whipped Jensen!? erm... yeah... I won't even go there, because that is such a kink for me... :))))
hope to see you next chapter too.. I'll post it on Sunday :)
thank you!
S.
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Date: 2011-10-28 01:43 pm (UTC)I also have a serious weakness for Mean!Jared (so sue me).
Correction:
"being careful that his knees didn’t touch neither the floor nor the man’s skin"
needs to be either :"being careful that his knees touched neither the floor nor the man’s skin"
OR
"being careful that his knees didn’t touch either the floor or the man’s skin"
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Date: 2011-10-28 02:49 pm (UTC)*blushes* thank you! yeah, this story just... didn't wanna leave me alone so I wrote it.. heh :) it's done so, NO WIP!! YEY!!! *beams*
and about mean!Jared.... *shivers*
thank you sooo much for that grammar erm structure correction! appriciate it.. thank you! :))))
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Date: 2011-10-28 04:52 pm (UTC)Very well written.
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Date: 2011-10-28 05:03 pm (UTC)hmmmm *thinks* dark? hmmm, maybe, but not really... trust me :))) there is a light at the end of this tunnel :))))) I can give you a clue: I love dark!fics, I do, but I love mystery'fics more... :))) *grins*
I hope you'll stay until the end to see that light I told you about... and the mystery of it all :)))))
thank you so much for deciding to read this:))! :))))
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Date: 2011-10-28 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-28 07:59 pm (UTC)I'll post CH2 on Sunday :)) hope to hear from you then too :))
thank you so much for stopping by and reading!!!
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Date: 2011-10-28 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-28 09:28 pm (UTC)umm CH2 will be up Sunday :)))
tnx again, my friend!
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Date: 2011-10-28 11:39 pm (UTC)What a place to end this...ARGHHHH What's going to happen next....
You can tell me. I won't tell anyone, just a few million of my closest friends on the inter web " )
Can't wait for this to heat up!
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Date: 2011-10-29 08:01 am (UTC)LOL, no.... I mean CH2 will be up tomorrow so... that's not THAT long of a wait! :)))))
oh a lot is gonna happen next... a lot... I can promise you that :)))))
*gasp* I shall say nothing, nothing, even if you try to steal Jared's whip, I will say nothing! only my beta knows what's gonna happen and she won't tell you you can't force her to spill! mwhahhahhahha.....
tnx so much for commenting here too!! :))))
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Date: 2011-10-29 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-29 08:04 am (UTC)awwh you're asking all the right questions, but I can't answer them because I don't wanna spoil you with what's going on and what will happen... 'm sorry, but thank you for asking...
and I can say that all those questions ARE gonna be answered in the story, you'll just have to read it really careful and not miss one sentence :)))))
I love writing these kinda stories.... where Jared is all kinda dark but still all kinda tender.... it's a real mindfuck, ya know!? :)))))
I'll post more on Sunday and hope to hear from you then too! :)))
thank you so much for giving this story a try, I hope you won't be disappointed by all the answers to your questions by the end of this story!
thank you!
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Date: 2011-10-29 09:49 pm (UTC)*adds to mems
you got me
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Date: 2011-10-30 09:20 am (UTC)*squee* awesome!!! I got you, I got you *sings* LOL
thank you!!!
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Date: 2011-10-29 10:00 pm (UTC)*is hooked*
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Date: 2011-10-30 09:21 am (UTC)thank you so much for reading!!!! *beams*
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Date: 2011-10-30 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-30 09:22 am (UTC)super...thank you!
'm just on my way to post CH2 .. so :))) it'll be there waiting when you decide to come back and read!! :))))))
thank you so much!
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:04 pm (UTC)Hurt!Jensen and bonus JDM, my kinda fiction. Off to read, NOW:). Hugs xx
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:11 pm (UTC)omg then don't read this... go read the fics you have in line from before... this ain't finished yet, I mean it is done, but not all is posted! so you still have some time :))))
oh yes, hurt!Jensen... it really is becoming very unhealthy.. this obsession I have with hurt!Jensen... oh man!
and yeah JDM... he doesn't have a huge part here, but I had to use him as a king... he just looks asll king-y :)) LOL
thank you!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:41 pm (UTC)Your writing is so distinguishable....It effortlessly tackles detailed narrative with descriptive eloquence, I could almost smell the sickening stench of filth, both in the King's quarters and the dungeons.
Nicely set up. Jensen is a mystery...can't wait to find out his association with Jared and the King.
Off to read more....xx
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:49 pm (UTC)thank you so much!!!
I adore mystery.. I do... I can't write without it... it's like... air :))) I need to not spell any answers to the reader ASAP, I need to draw out the tension... ya know!? I know that makes me a tease, but ... mystery, ya know!? :)))))
ahhah yeah I just love me some dark!Jared, but in this case, he's yeah.. gentle with Jensen... 'm not saying anything more :)
*blushes* thank you!!! I..... just thank you! *hugs you tight* *sniffles* I love details, love describing smell and taste and feel of something... it's a compulsion I have where I just NEED and WANT to drag the reader into the story so that the reader can (hopefully) see what I see and suffer with the characters like I do while I write... :)
thank you
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-07 06:41 pm (UTC)aww sorry, it's not a ''sick'' story.. it's more of a ... h/c story..... :)
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