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kickingitwithkirk · 10 months

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 2161

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, outdated beliefs, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy, subgender inequality

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

Square filled: Non-traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo Maid Au @spnaubingo

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

A/N III: thank you to everyone for hanging in there since it’s taken me ages to drop a new character, I’ve been doing rewrites/updating on all my series, more to come in future.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Part IV

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“DON'T YA’ BE YELLING AT ME, MR. MAN, EVEN IF THIS IS YOUR FUCKING HOUSE…”

“I gotta go,” tossing his phone on the bedside table, Jared, wearing his blessed socks, runs across the main room and slides on the hardwood floor into the kitchen and saw his husband standing three feet from Quinn as she’s vigorously gesturing with a paring knife while telling him off in her colorful language.

“Put the knife down!” The older Alpha’s voice resonates through the room, making Jared flinch, feeling the command’s power, watching Quinn set it on the counter and Jensen reach over, sliding it towards him.

She stood a bit longer before blinking in confusion, and then her demeanor shifted to madder than a wet hen, her natural lower voice dropped another octave, and the lilt became very pronounced. “Don’t ya’ ever use that fucking voice on me again!”

“You were threatening me with a knife!” Jensen picks up the item, making her laugh, “Holy fucking shit, are ya’ serious? Ya’ could barely use it for a toothpick, let alone...”

Jared stood there, mouth hanging open, have’n seen others take on his mate, wrongfully assuming he’d be the easier of the two to intimidate, but when let off its leash, Jensen's wolf made Dean Winchester look like a pussy cat.

“JARED!”

The younger Alpha's mouth snapped shut, “sorry, what?”

“I asked you what the surrogate is doing here?”

“The surrogate has a name.”

“What is Quinn doing here?”

“So..uh..okay,” Jared slowly starts around the island doing his sometimes awkward, hesitant thing. “A few days ago, I got a call from this number I didn’t recognize. It was about the ultrasound appointment scheduled while you were in LA.”

He paused to see if Jensen remembered, and yep, his mate was wearing his get to the fucking point expression.

“They informed me she’d canceled it because she was leaving town.”

Jensen's attention returned to the O, ”Don’t fucking start on me again, Ackles!”

“You know who I am?”

“Duh, Sherlock!”

Jensen would later try to justify it was jet lag and surprise finding their surrogate in their home, not her smart-ass mouth, for snarling at her.

“Och, save it for the cameras, drama queen. Ya’ put pants on just like the rest of us; the only difference is yours have designer labels.”

Jared interrupted the speeding downhill faster than an Olympic bobsledder situation, “I remembered her saying something about managing Mulroney’s Bookstore, so I called Clif to see if he’d get her to contact me and calls back saying some Alpha...”

“...who’s a flaming jackass!”

“Yeah, that’s what Clif called him. Anyways, he claimed to be the manager and had no idea where she was when another employee said they knew where she was living...”

“... that’s when ya’ boy shows up..”

“…I explained about the mixup...”

“…Padalecki followed me to my room to get the new date, then he caused a scene...”

“...I couldn’t help my wolf freaking out at where my..our pups were living...”

“…told ya’ it was there or the I-35 underpass!”

Jared bristled at the reminder, “The door had three locks, a barely functional heater, and a broken fridge. Cockroaches wouldn’t even live there!”

Quinn raises onto the balls of her feet and loudly reminds him about putting her in the shitter with the manager and getting fired when Jared shouts back in his booming voice, “there was a guy by the ice machine offering to sell me heroin!!”

“ENOUGH!” Jensen's Alpha voice echoes throughout the kitchen, quieting them both.

“She’s right,” Jared opened his mouth to retort, but Jensen countered with, “And so are you. Quinn, couldn’t your family help,” the Alphas wrinkled their noses at her souring scent, so he attempted another approach.

“I want to clear something up. I recall one of the stipulations for surrogates is that they reside in an appropriate domicile. Why were you living in a motel? Could you tell us what happened?”

“The flaming jackass tipped off the landlord I’m an O, and that fucker evicted me even though I never caused any problem or was late with rent.”

“There is a moratorium on evictions..”

“..that moratorium is a fucking joke!”

“What a minute,” Jensen said, and at the same time, Jared remarked, “It protects people...”

“Newsflash, Mr. Wizard, was created by and for the protection of Alphas and Betas! Take a hot minute to read the fine print, and you’ll find loopholes granting landlords, to quote, discretionary privileges pertaining to the eviction of those designated with the sub-gender Omega. In other words, they can boot O’s for any damn reason!” She gave the Alphas a hard stare, “So, enlighten me as to why y’all didn’t know a fucking thing about that bit?”

The kitchen got quiet as the Alphas glanced at each other, trying to find a non-assholey-sounding response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought; since it’s well known you two prefer Betas.” Quinn addressed the older Alpha.

“Padalecki and I have an arrangement. I keep the house and do meals in exchange for temporary boarding. No need to fret that pretty head of yours, Ackles; I’ll do me damnedest to stay outta the way."

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December 23rd Late Afternoon

Quinn heard Jensen’s surprised greeting covering the stewpot of goulash, slid it into the oven to stay warm, and peeked around the wall and saw him in the foyer hugging a small, older O, then a tall, bald Alpha carrying several bags crossed over to them.

“Let me help you with those, sir,” she offered, taking them couldn’t help but overhear his not-subtle sniff, “Jensen, who’s this?”

“Umm,” Jensen scratched the back of his neck, fumbling for a response, “this is the housekeeper, Quinn.” His mother-in-law peered inquisitively at the tall Omega before asking, “What happened to your boys' service?”

“I worked for it.”

Gerald Padalecki dubiously eyed the O up and down as she continued. “They pared down the staff, and Jared offered to retain me in exchange for lodging...”

“You live with them?” Gerald barked, “Jensen, that’s unwise considering...”

“Considering what Gerry,” his mate sharply asks, “the boys wouldn’t let someone stay they couldn’t trust.”

“I normally wouldn’t question their judgment, but she's an unmated O.”

“Whoa,’ Jensen jumped in, “are you suggesting that Jared or I...”

“Mama..daddy..what’re y’all doing here?” Jared couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice, wrapping his long arms around his mother, “thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“We decided to surprise you but got it instead.” Gerald’s gruff reply made Jared throw his husband a confused look, catching a whiff of his dad and Jensen, “What’s going on?”

“I bet y’all would like to freshen up after your trip.” Quinn blurted out, “Jensen, would you help me with their luggage, please.”

Taking the car keys, he follows her out the door, remarking, “you think fast, coming up with that story.”

“Ya’ were about to lose ya' shit on your father-in-law, and I didn’t precisely fib, just moved a few facts around,” Quinn shoots back, grabbing a bag while Jensen, fuming, retrieves the other, following her to the guest house.

How could the Alpha he considered his father even think, after everything they’d been through, found his dark thoughts distracted by two simultaneous acts; a deflating blow-up bed and his bewildered husband storming in shouting, “What the fuck was that?”

Jensen ticked his head towards the O and made the finger-in-hole gesture.

“I’ve gotten that shit since I presented,” the pair look towards Quinn with confused expressions. “Loads of Alphas still carry antiquated beliefs about unmated O’s, and I’m…pick an adjective to fill in the blank.”

“So much for a peaceful holiday,” Jensen grumbled.

“Yeah, too bad ya’ boy stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, right?” Quinn's tone was caustic. “I don’t want to be a bone of contention with ya' family. I’ll figure somewhere else to stay.”

Jared’s wolf simmers under his skin, “How? You have $636.96 in your account. That won’t cover a security deposit, let alone fir..”

“How the fuck ya’ know what’s in my account?!”

“Your laptop was open...”

“...and ya’ snooped...”

“...I happened to see it...”

“...still not your fucking problem...”

“...you’re carrying my..our pups, that makes it my fucking..”

“...ya’ are the most unfucking...”

“I’m tired of y’alls motherfucking bitching, so shut the fuck up!!”

Jensen wrinkles his nose, “Dude, dial it down; you’re stinking up the joint! And Quinn, Jared screwed up...”

“I never asked...”

“...doesn’t matter! He's trying to make amends, for fuck sake!” Jensen felt the vein in his left temple throbbing again.

“There will be many people dropping in or staying with us this fucking week, and this is how we’re all going to handle our situation.”

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January 15th

“Humph,” Jensen jerked awake, slapping a hand around, and found his phone before cracking an eye open.

7:18 A.M.

Groaning, he dropped face-first into his pillow and wrestled his mates over his head to muffle the noise, but the pearls of his pup's laughter signaled he wouldn’t sleep much longer.

His fuzzy brain's insistence that coffee was more imperative than a shower has Jensen sleepily shuffling around the oversized couches, once again grateful they’d decided to move their bedroom to the main floor, spots the group in the kitchen muttered too damn early.

“That’s a bad word, Daddy,” JJ says, her frown a replica of his, “you owe the swear jar.”

“Your right, Birdie, sorry,” dropping a kiss on top of her and the twins' heads, stepping around them, pouring himself a mug, “remind me to pay it later.”

Hopping up on the counter, Jensen sips his coffee, savoring the black elixir rolling over his taste buds; he feels the caffeine penetrate his system, working its magic to turn his morning grumpyass into a civilized human watching his brood.

JJ and Arrow are busily festooning Quinn’s long, wonky braided hair with ribbons. Zeppelin and Icarus are sitting on the O’s lap, watching something on his iPad that's precariously balanced against her feet; felt his wolf purr in contentment, starting him when his mate materializes and gives him an odd look.

“Alright, y’all,” hopping off the counter, Jensen scoops up his son and flies him around, making airplane sounds, “Uncle Jeff and Aunt H/W/N will be here soon. What do all of you need to do before going?”

“Brush teeth and hair,” Arrow says, then looks at JJ, “grab our snacks from the fridge,” she reminds her, “and put them into our backpacks.”

“And do bath break!” Zep giggles as Jensen hands the pup to his mate and quietly says, “I wanna discuss something with Quinn.”

Jared reaches through their bond and finds a placidity in Jensen he hasn’t had for so long, but before he can deduce the causation, he gets distracted by the twins' squeals and escorts the pups upstairs.

Quinn eyes the older Alpha while securing a hair tie around her long braids, “what the fuck I do this time, Ackles?”

“Jared mentioned something about your leaving..”

“...I know ya' expected me gone before now...”

“...ya’ know what I expect?” Jensen snaps, mimicking her subtle accent, “I expect you to stop interrupting and let me get something out for fucking once! Now, could we please discuss this without fighting?”

Sitting at the dining room table, she says nothing, watching Jensen refill his coffee, grab another mug, and drops in a spoon of honey before pouring the brewed tea from the kettle, “Ya’ know how I take me tea?”

“I’m not a completely unobservant asshole,” Jensen self-deprecates, “you make a damn good cup of coffee,” he said, carrying both mugs over. “And I’m astonished how you balance everything, working at Emmer and Rye while keeping up with our hectic schedules. And what did you do to Jared?” Quinn looked confused, “you got him to put his wet clothes in the laundry instead of leaving them all over the bath. You’re either a witch or a goddamn miracle worker!”

“I gave him two options. Leave’um in the laundry or find itching powder in his clothing.”

“He’d just borrow my stuff...”

“...he did, once.”

“So, you?

“Clif said ya’ boy spent the day denying it was jock itch.”

Jensen was still laughing when the quartet came back downstairs, so Quinn placed both forearms on the table, leaning forward, and spoke softly, “okay, Ackles, the fucks going on with this little tête-à-tête? Cause ya’ been freaked the fuck out the entire time, so,” nodding to her mug, “What’s with the buttering up?”

“It’s about not leaving...”

“Quinns not gonna leave?” Jensen whipped around to find Arrow bouncing excitedly beside him, then she suddenly raced towards the front door, yelling, “Papa Jared, Daddy’s got Quinn to stay with us!”

Jared stood there scrutinizing the seated duo with an indecipherable expression.

“Looks like ya’ the one dropping me in the shitter this time, Ackles.”

tbc

Part V

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xenodike82 · 1 year

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NEWPORT - J2 AU

Wanted. People and Culture Director at fifth-generation, family-owned seaside hotel, Newport, Oregon.

At The Oceanview Hotel, we don’t manage humans as resources; we empower employees and champion our culture.

To achieve our goals, we need you. A professional; passionate about improving the lives of coworkers, guests, owners, and communities. Together, we will make that happen.

On a whim, Human Resource Consultant, Jensen Ackles, needing a change, accepts the position of HR Manager at a small Oregon hotel. With a confidence bordering on conceit, Jensen thinks he’s headed for a few years of easy, small-town life and a stress-free work environment. What he gets is a controlling matriarch who refuses to cooperate and her asshole, beach bum son, who is a little too attractive for Jensen’s peace of mind. And, of course, then there’s her.

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365daysofj2 · 3 months

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To Keep From Drowning (SeaQuest AU, 2/?)

Jared took Jensen’s hand in his as they exited the MagLev closest to Morgan’s quarters. Morgan had called Jensen down to discuss the conference with Jensen’s lawyer. Jared’s shift didn’t start for another 2 hours, so he’d volunteered to accompany Jensen to hear the news.

Jared pressed the door chime and waited. After a few seconds, Morgan opened the door. “Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let them pass. “Jared, I wasn’t expecting you, but I’m glad you’re here.”

Jared frowned. That probably meant that the news wasn’t good. He squeezed Jensen’s hand before they sat at the table in the anteroom.

Morgan sat down across from them, his face sober. “Which do you want first, the good news or the less good news?”

Jensen bit his lip. “I’d rather have the good news, I think.”

Morgan shook his head. “Well, ‘good’ is relative. Mr. Williams’s impression of the UEO is that they’re looking to throw us under the bus simply for publicity’s sake, as a show of strength for the Macronesian Alliance specifically.”

“They’re acting up again?” asked Jared.

“Yeah, there have been some small skirmishes around the border. Radar also shows that they seem to be stockpiling nuclear warheads for some ‘indeterminate cause’.”

“What does that have to do with us, though?” Jensen looked thoroughly confused.

Morgan smirked. “It’s essentially a dick-measuring contest with Macronesia, and the UEO’s getting it up by punishing us. It’s a PR strategy to look tough. Williams doesn’t think the UEO has much of a legal leg to stand on. We did the best we could with what we had—which was nowhere near enough time or data to mount an effective mission.”

Jensen nodded. “Exactly.”

Morgan reached underneath the table and pulled out a black clamshell box, the kind that jewelry usually came in. Jensen stared at it in confusion. “What’s that?”

“I’ll explain,” said Morgan, “but keep in mind that it’s Mr. Williams’s idea.” Morgan grinned and stood up, gesturing for Jensen to do the same. Morgan handed Jensen the box, but Morgan kept his hand on it, preventing Jensen from opening it.

“In recognition of the unique skills and abilities that you contribute to the SeaQuest’s mission, I hereby commission you the rank of Ensign, with all the duties, responsibilities, and privileges therein.” He released the box. “Open it.”

Jensen did as he was instructed with wide, disbelieving eyes. Inside were the Naval insignia for the rank of Ensign, as well as a black name patch, standard for their shipboard uniforms, with “Ensign J. Ackles” printed on it in the lettering that matched the ones Jared and Morgan were wearing at that moment.

“Welcome to the United States Navy, Ensign Ackles.”

Jensen stood, openmouthed, staring at the items in his hand. Finally, he lifted his head and met Morgan’s pleased gaze. “You’re enlisting me?”

“Mr. Williams believes that it will be harder to single you out for punishment if you’re an official crew member, under the protection of the U.S. Navy and the UEO. Mr. Williams checked with Captain Connell, and you can’t be court-martialed for actions you took prior to enlistment, even if they occurred on a UEO Naval vessel under the command of a UEO Naval Captain.”

Jensen swallowed hard and bit his lip. “Don’t get me wrong, Captain, I’m honored. Really. But—” He straightened to his full height and looked Morgan straight in the eye. “I don’t want to join the Navy. And unless you’re prepared to draft me, which shouldn’t apply because we’re not actively at war with Macronesia, I’m not going to.”

Morgan frowned. “I’m not sure you understand the implications if you’re found liable outside of the Navy’s sphere of protection. You’re a legal adult now, subject to full judicial consequences, up to and including imprisonment.”

“Jail? What the hell for?” Jensen’s voice rose higher and louder with each word.

“Well, involuntary manslaughter is the biggest concern, followed by criminal negligence.” Morgan winced. “That wasn’t how I was planning to break that news.”

Jensen’s eyes blazed with anger. Jared could see the muscle in his jaw twitching with barely suppressed rage. “They’re acting like I screwed up on purpose! I did the best I fucking could, all right? Fuck.”

Morgan reached out and placed a calming hand on Jensen’s shoulder. “I agree with you one hundred percent. I was there, I saw you, and you did more with less than any of the rest of us were capable of. Hell, I’m not sure anyone in the whole damn Navy could have done better.” He leveled his gaze at Jensen, who was still glaring daggers at him. “We are all doing our damnedest to get the Feds to put the blame where it belongs—on me and me alone. I’m the Captain. That’s my duty, responsibility, and privilege.”

Jensen softened a tiny bit. “That’s not fair to you,” he retorted in a tone that was mostly indignant but, because of his young age, did sound a bit petulant.

“But it’s what I signed on for,” replied Morgan, his own voice as steady and calm as his gaze. “You are on my crew, even if the DOJ doesn’t agree. You were acting as a technician on the SeaQuest under my legally binding orders. And as I said, neither Mr. Williams nor Captain Connell believe that the DOJ has legal standing to bring charges against you. However, it’s gonna be a hell of a fight.”

Jensen handed the box back to Morgan. “I’m sorry. I just can’t accept this.”

Morgan took a deep breath. “I understand. I’ll let Mr. Williams know that you declined to enlist at this time. But I’ll hold onto these in case you want to change your mind.” He set the box on the table and sat back down. Jensen followed. “And once we get into the preliminary challenges, I think you just might do that.”

Jared took Jensen’s hand underneath the table and squeezed it. He needed Jensen to know that he had Jensen’s back, one hundred percent, no matter who or what tried to come between them.

“Jared, I’ll meet with you the day after tomorrow to obtain your statement. Captain Connell has given me a list of questions to ask each of you, and I’ll send her your responses. She doesn’t think you’ll have to testify at the hearing, but you’ll need to attend each session just in case since you’re on the witness list.” Jared nodded. He’d been expecting that. And even if he wasn’t required to attend, he was planning to just to support Jensen, because Jensen absolutely would be required to testify—possibly for multiple days.

“Jensen, you and I will meet with Captain Connell, Admiral Beaver, and Mr. Williams when we arrive at NSA Monterey on Monday,” Morgan went on. “They’ll then travel with us to New Cape Quest for the hearing. You are to make yourself available to them at all times while they’re on board.”

Jensen scowled, but after a moment, he muttered “Yes, Sir.”

Morgan’s face softened. “Look, I know this situation is difficult as hell. But I promise you, everyone involved on our side only has your best interests at heart. Myself, Captain Connell, Admiral Beaver, and Mr. Williams are committed to protecting you specifically, Jensen.” Jensen’s eyes widened slightly, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “It’s your unique position on the SeaQuest that’s made you vulnerable to this unjust persecution in the first place, and what enables the DOJ and UEO to bring these ridiculous charges at all. You simply aren’t entitled to the same legal protections under the current UCMJ.”

“The what?” Jensen frowned at the unfamiliar term.

“Uniform Code of Military Justice,” Jared answered before Morgan could. He’d had the importance of the UCMJ drilled into him in several classes at the Academy. He’d even had to memorize a couple of paragraphs.

“However, the UCMJ doesn’t really cover your specific situation,” said Morgan. “You’re a civilian, yes, but not a contract employee because you were legally unable to sign a contract when you came on board. They didn’t make a formal contract with your father either—but since you’re now emancipated, that contract would no longer be valid anyway. Basically, it’s a real goddamned mess.”

That actually made Jensen smile. “Pretty typical, right?”

Morgan chuckled. “For you? Absolutely.” He gestured toward the door. “That’s all I have for you right now. I’ll let you know when I need to see you again. You’re dismissed.”

“Yes, Sir,” said Jared, standing up. After a beat, Jensen weakly echoed Jared and stood up as well. They walked out the door and into the nearest MagLev.

“This is such bullshit,” complained Jensen once the MagLev door was closed.

“Hey, I agree with you one hundred percent,” replied Jared. “All of this is ridiculous. And it’s not even about us anyway. It’s just stupid posturing.”

Jensen leaned back against the seat and tilted his chin up, closing his eyes.

Jared placed a hand on his knee and squeezed lightly. “You know I’m here for you, no matter what, right?”

Jensen nodded, eyes still closed. “I know,” he murmured.

It was Jared’s turn to meet with Morgan to prepare for the hearing. He approached Morgan’s door, but before he could ring the bell, the door opened and Dr. Rhodes emerged, her short hair ever-so-slightly ruffled out of place. “Commander,” she said, sounding a bit flustered.

“Doctor,” Jared said quietly in response. She stepped past him and into the corridor.

“Come on in, Padalecki” called Morgan from inside his quarters.

Jared entered the anteroom. Morgan was standing next to the coffee maker in the corner as a pot of synthetic coffee finished brewing. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” answered Jared.

Morgan poured coffee into two UEO logo mugs and handed one to Jared. Morgan had already placed oat milk creamer and sugar on the table. Jared loaded his coffee with both. Morgan apparently took his black, which surprised Jared, since Morgan had decades of experience with the real thing, which was far superior to the artificial stuff.

Morgan took the seat across from Jared. “This shouldn’t take more than about half an hour. I don’t have much to ask you. Most of what the Feds want to know isn’t relevant to your role.” He gave Jared a crooked smile. “Of course, I didn’t tell them what you were really there for.”

“Thank you, Sir,” said Jared, matching Morgan’s smile with one of his own.

“You’re mostly going to speaking to facts in evidence,” Morgan went on. “The questions pertain to specific actions or statements that you witnessed.” He activated the viewscreen on the side wall. “I’m going to record this for Captain Connell and Admiral Beaver, whom you will meet with once they come aboard.” Morgan tapped a button on his epad. “Please state your name, rank, and serial number for the record.”

“Lieutenant Commander Jared T. Padalecki, DEERS number 3590555348.”

“And you swear that your testimony today is true and correct to the best of your knowledge and recollection?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Commander Padalecki, what is your assigned role on the SeaQuest?”

“I am the SeaQuest’s Supply Officer and Logistics Specialist, and second in command of the Administrative Department after Commander Sheppard.”

“Commander, were you present on the bridge from 1900 hours on 22nd January 2023 to 0055 hours on 23rd January 2023?”

“Yes,” answered Jared, although he didn’t recall what time the implosion had taken place or when the launch sub was recalled. He vaguely remembered that Jensen got back aboard around 0100 hours on Friday.

“Your assigned role was as technical support to Mr. Ackles and Lt. Buckmaster, correct?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“What duties did you perform in that role?”

Jared took a deep breath and tried to think of the best way to word it. “I provided verbal support and feedback to Jensen, and I assisted Lt. Buckmaster with the modifications to the WSKRS probe with the designation Junior.”

“What specific tasks did you perform on the WSKRS probe?”

“I removed the bolts holding the outer casing in place, and then Lt. Buckmaster and I replaced the casing and bolted it back on.”

“You are not an Electronics Technician, nor are you part of the Electrics Division of Engineering, correct?”

Jared’s breath hitched. That was not where he was expecting this line of questioning to go. In fact, it sounded like the questions were designed to point out his own wrongdoing in being involved in the first place—when Jared, like Jensen, was just following orders. Apparently the DOJ was trying to throw the entire crew under the bus.

Jared fumed, but answered the question as dispassionately as he could manage. “Correct. I am not now, nor have I ever been a technician in either the Operations or Engineering Departments.”

“Did you consider yourself qualified to assist Lt. Buckmaster in modifying the WSKRS probe?”

“Yes, I did,” Jared replied, struggling to keep from sounding defensive. “Loosening and tightening bolts with a wrench, and helping Lt. Buckmaster lift and secure the casing piece, doesn’t require skills unique to any kind of technician.”

“Did your orders from the Captain include making modifications to the WSKRS probe?”

“As I understood them, they did,” answered Jared, and this time he couldn’t help sounding annoyed. “My orders were to support Jensen and Lt. Buckmaster in any and all appropriate ways, as far as I was aware.”

Morgan held up a hand to silence Jared and stopped the recording. “For what it’s worth, I think this line of questioning is complete and utter bullshit,” he spat, not bothering to suppress his contempt. “However, I am obligated to continue it.”

“Understood, Sir,” said Jared. It wasn’t the Captain he was mad at, and they both knew it. Morgan, however, was professional enough to hide his personal reactions on the tape. Jared hoped that when he was closer to Morgan’s age, he’d be better at that.

“I’m going to reactivate the recording,” Morgan warned him. Jared waited until he’d pressed the button.

“What specific feedback did you give Mr. Ackles while he was present on the bridge?” Morgan’s eyebrows were narrowed into a thin, tense line. He clearly hated having to ask the question as much or more than Jared hated having to answer it.

Jared took a long, shaking breath and thought back to that night. He didn’t fully recall everything he’d said. He remembered joking around with him about Jared’s supposed “fan club” of girl admirers, and that he’d told Jensen that he wasn’t responsible for getting the submersible crew out of the craft without imploding it, which turned out to be a moot point anyway.

“I told him that he wasn’t responsible for the part of the mission where the launch crew needed to board the experimental submersible to retrieve its crew without imploding the craft,” replied Jared. “Other than that, I don’t remember word-for-word what I said to him.”

“You assisted Mr. Ackles with his report for the mission debriefing, correct?”

“Yes.”

“What specific assistance did you give him?”

“I mostly just suggested revisions to certain word choices and grammatical constructions,” answered Jared. “I was not familiar with the scientific concepts, so I was unable to make suggestions on the technical material in the report.”

“The Captain ordered you to assist Mr. Ackles, despite your lack of familiarity with the subject?” Morgan scowled, his irritation gouging deep lines in his forehead. He refused to meet Jared’s eyes.

“Yes,” said Jared, choosing not to elaborate further.

“Did you question said order, either verbally or internally?”

Jared frowned. He felt like his private thoughts shouldn’t be subject to interrogation. He also wondered what exactly the questions were designed to ferret out. Jared hadn’t done anything that affected the outcome of the mission, nor had he done anything wrong according to procedure. He’d simply followed orders. So what was the issue here?

“No, I did not.”

“How would you describe your working relationship with Mr. Ackles.”

Jared’s eyes widened. He held up a hand, indicating that Morgan should stop the recording. Morgan immediately obliged. “Are they asking what I think they’re asking, and do I have to answer that?”

Morgan let out an explosive sigh. “They’re coming as close as they’re allowed to bringing up your personal relationship, yes,” he answered in a low, even tone, as though keeping the emotion out of his voice would make the answer more palatable.

Jared swallowed hard. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He had no idea how he was supposed to answer the question—or where it would lead if he did.

“Not that it’s in any way relevant,” Morgan added, his voice rising with barely concealed anger. “Your personal relationship to Jensen had no bearing whatsoever on the actions he took during the mission.” His face softened. “Answer the questions with as few details as possible. I think our legal team will be able to challenge all this right out of the record.”

Morgan clasped his hands together on top of the table. “How old were you when Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was repealed?”

“That was 2011, right?” Morgan nodded. “I was fourteen, Sir.”

“The DADT years were pretty harrowing for those affected,” said Morgan. “You started at the Academy in August 2013, right? You barely missed it.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jared nodded. He’d known about DADT, since both his parents were Navy and he’d grown up on various bases. He’d been relieved as hell that it wasn’t still in effect when he joined. He didn’t come out on campus right away—being the youngest one there was alienating enough. But he’d dated a fellow cadet during his junior and senior years, so word had gotten around. Queerness was still mostly discussed in whispers rather than shouts.

“The thing is, for the prosecution team, the 12 years since the end of DADT might as well be 12 minutes,” said Morgan. “They’re still operating with the mindset that outing someone can fully discredit them. And unfortunately, it might work with the UEO adjudicators. But I trust Admiral Beaver and Captain Connell can strike all this. So you have my express permission to tell as little of the truth as possible during this line of questioning.”

“Thank you, Sir,” said Jared, sinking back in his chair with relief. It wasn’t that he doubted that Morgan was on his and Jensen’s side, but Jared felt better knowing that Morgan sanctioned Jared to obscure the truth of Jared and Jensen’s relationship as much as Jared could.

Morgan motioned to the viewscreen, which cued Jared to sit up straight and prepare for the recording to commence. Morgan pushed the button and repeated the last question. Jared figured he’d edit the tape later—or Jensen would, because he could make it seamless through his questionably legal methods.

“Jensen and I have a cordial relationship,” Jared replied coolly. “He’s not a direct report, so I would say we have a pleasant and productive partnership when called upon to work together.”

“You are considered the SeaQuest’s morale officer, correct?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Were you acting in your capacity as morale officer when assisting Mr. Ackles on the bridge?”

Jared bit his lip. It wasn’t something he’d considered, but it was an out that he was perfectly willing to accept. “Yes, I was.”

“Did Captain Morgan explain the nature of your involvement in the mission to you prior to arriving on the bridge on January 22nd?”

Jared frowned. He assumed this was one of the questions that Morgan would allow him to stretch the truth a bit to answer. “Yes, in a manner of speaking.”

“What did Captain Morgan tell you was your role in the mission?”

Jared took a deep breath. He remembered exactly what Morgan had told him his job was. Now he’d have to figure out how to rephrase it for the prosecutors. “My role was to keep Jensen from becoming discouraged by the extreme difficulty inherent in hisrole.”

“Did Captain Morgan use the word ‘impossible’ when describing Mr. Ackles’ role?”

Jared nodded. “Yes, he did.”

“Did you communicate to Mr. Ackles that Captain Morgan deemed the mission’s success ‘impossible’?”

“No, I did not.”

“Did you get the sense that Mr. Ackles considered his tasks ‘impossible’?”

“No, I didn’t,” replied Jared. “Difficult? Of course? And unprecedented also. But he was determined to succeed, and he did so. We found the submersible. We were just a bit too late to rescue it.”

“I have no further questions,” said Morgan, and Jared suppressed the sigh of relief he wanted to make while the camera was still recording. “Commander Padalecki, have you anything further to state for the record?”

“No, Sir,” answered Jared.

“I, Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan, hereby certify that Lt. Commander Padalecki’s deposition is complete as of 1030 hours on 3rdFebruary 2023.” Morgan stopped the recording.

Jared sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair, suddenly exhausted. Morgan used his epad to send the recording along to the Navy JAG office in Monterey and to Jensen’s private lawyer.

“When are you doing Jensen’s deposition?” asked Jared. “That is, if you’re allowed to tell me.”

“Monday at 0900,” answered Morgan. “With the entire legal team present. I’m assuming it’s going to take most of day shift. He’ll be instructed not to discuss the questions or his answers with you, but...” Morgan left the sentence unfinished, but Jared knew exactly what he meant. Jensen was terrible at keeping secrets. “Please don’t encourage him to discuss it, or prompt him to elaborate.”

Jared nodded. “Understood, Sir.”

Morgan stood up. “I’ll let you know if either our team or the prosecution has any further questions or comments for you. Try not to worry too much about it. You’re small potatoes. They don’t care much about what you did, they care about why you did it and how they can use that to discredit Jensen.”

Jared scowled. Morgan didn’t look thrilled either. Jared shook his head. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I fully agree with you,” replied Morgan. “I think all of this is ridiculous, but obviously it doesn’t matter what I think.” Morgan gestured for Jared to follow him to the door. “Try to keep Jensen distracted this weekend. Starting Monday, his life is gonna be hell.”

Jared’s chest tightened. Jensen didn’t deserve that. None of them did. They were just doing their jobs. The outcome would have been the same even if they’d done nothing at all. Jared wondered if maybe there was some aspect of this whole thing that even Morgan was unaware of. Did Pellegrino Nanotech have some kind of connection to the US government? Were the Feds trying to cover up their own wrongdoing by throwing Jensen and the SeaQuest crew under the bus? Jared knew better than to ask Morgan. Normally, he’d ask Jensen to go digging through classified files, but it was too dangerous for Jensen to be poking around in government databases right now.

Morgan opened the door. “You’re dismissed, Jared. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

#365daysofj2 #j2 fanfic #j2 au #j2 #military au #fusion au #seaquest dsv #submarine #based on a true story #oceangate

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For the wip game: j2 ballet au? I love J2 aus!

Ok, so this is my "period piece romance novel" type AU, wholly inspired by my love of late 1800s and Jared's long, long legs. Wherein Jared is a ballet dancer from the part of Russia that will one day be Poland, and he (for some reason) has to leave Russia and goes to London to dance.

Meanwhile, Jensen is new money, not part of the aristocracy, merchants who've made the kind of fortune that means the gentry has to acknowledge them. A wealthy world-weary patron of the arts who looks for his lovers among the singers and dancers and actors.

Jared is full-on starving artist but he catches Jensen's eye (because DUH) and then there is pursuit and seduction and distrust and finally happy ending.

Like. I cannot stress enough how this is very much a Romance Novel type fic. Sadly, no snippets because the doc is just gathering my ideas.

#j2 au #ideas i'm gonna write someday

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Art for Morpad Christmas in the Mountains

WinterNatural Challenge 2023

Artpost on AO3 (More pictures)

Summary: Jensen's sister has married the brother of mafia boss Jared, who has had his eye on him since their engagement. Jensen was and is against it. Unfortunately, he is now somehow part of the mafia family and the family celebrates all the parties together. It sometimes happens that Jensen is pushed into a car and taken by helicopter to the secluded estate in the mountains. As the only non-Mafiosi, he feels like a sheep among wolves. And Jared is the biggest wolf of them all, hungrily circling and teasing his prey.

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As the year comes to a close, almost, I just wanted to take some time out to say thank you to everyone who reblogged, bookmarked, shared, liked, read, left kudos and comments on my fics. I’m very lucky to have found myself as a writer within a community of really nice, genuine people from all over the world.

I love writing. I really should be spending time on my novel, which is unrelated to J2 but here I am, publishing a fic a month about these two yahoos who have really gotten under my skin. What can I say, I love them. There is just something unending about J2, no matter what other people say or do, J2 are eternal. As ships go, the aesthetics are heavenly and the chemistry of an almost 20 year friendship are the gifts that keep on giving. And with that, my brain will not stop until every trope, every occupation, every situation has been explored with J2 at the helm.

This year, Jared has been a lighthouse keeper, a multi-media management employee, a ghost, a Christmas tree-topper, a vampire, a hooker and a porn star in training amongst other things. Jensen has been a vampire too, a Greek soldier, a book-store owner, an ice seller from the 1920’s and a virtual reality coder. I keep them busy, is all I can say.

There is just something magical about creating worlds centered around the two most beautiful men on earth. I have a new fic lined up for the new year but I am going be (reluctantly) taking a break which is good because Christmas is fun but bad because I write literally every day of my life. I’m sure I’ll survive it.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!

Here below is the complete list of every J2 fic of 2023 – 666,130 words – make of that word count what you will. 😦

Very long list under the cut -

THE LOVE LOCKER

Jensen Ackles buys storage units for a living, it's a lucrative business which has made him a comfortable amount of money. One thing he learned on the job is that one man's junk is another man's treasure. People leave all manner of things in abandoned lockers; money, comics, designer clothes, sports equipment, antiques, books and sometimes (maybe just the once), people.

THE PURPLE IRIS

In 1926 Louisiana, twenty year old Jared Padalecki has been forever searching for something to fulfil him. The youngest of four sons born into a rich and privileged family, Jared is ignored by his mother, father and brothers who think him wild and believe him to be of no use to them. In a desperate bid to inject excitement into his life, Jared spends his formative years seeking thrills but finds nothing that suits his character, until he comes of age. Jared is a late bloomer, lonely and questioning his sexuality. Through self-discovery, Jared opens himself up to the world in the most intimate way possible, attracting the attention of the mysterious 'iceman' and a rich older friend of his father's who takes advantage of Jared's vulnerability and loneliness.

FOREVER SEVENTEEN

Jared Padalecki was well-traveled for a sixteen year old and had lived in many different countries around the world. His passion was history and joining his parents on archaeological digs, standing on the sidelines and watching as the past was slowly revealed. When Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki decided to take on regular jobs and settle down in Santa Cruz, it gave Jared his first taste of high school in the US. With only two weeks until summer break, he had little time to settle in and even less time to make friends to keep him busy during the summer. However, on his very first day, Jared was taken under the wing of the very mysterious but shockingly handsome Jensen Ackles. At seventeen, Jensen had a worldy air about him and an intelligence to match Jared's. Soon, they became insperable and during that crazy hot summer, they became eternal together too.

GLOW IN THE DARK STARS

Have you ever met a terrible person and wondered why they did the things they did? What happened to them that turned them into a bad person? Were they born like it? What kind of trauma led them to become such an a-hole? None of those questions are answered here. Instead, what you will find is what happens to terrible people when they realize that they’re terrible. Jared Padalecki is young, not particularly dumb (actually pretty smart, eventually) and definitely full of come. He’s also full of himself too. When his car-crash of a mother announces her marriage to Jensen Ackles (lol), Jared actually couldn’t care less but Jensen is harboring a secret. Mmm, I wonder what it could be?

BERRY PIE

1969 - the summer of love for young people all over the world, the moon landings and the last year of the swinging sixties. In Jared Padalecki's small world, none of that figured as he battles to make sense of himself and a girl called 'Juliet' in an unloving home. The Padalecki farmstead had always given the impression of a happy home; it was beautiful, the heart of the community and the family were well-respected. Jared had always felt a little different to what was expected of him and most of the time, his life and future felt hopeless and carved out for him. But there was something about him that said determination as he quietly and privately tried to bring 'Juliet' to life, the other part of him, the girl he so very often needed to be.

EROTAS

When Jensen was fifteen, he was selected by the Gods and the elders of the Sacred Army temple in Thebes to one day fight alongside a same sex lover as part of the three-hundred strong company of the most beautiful men in all of Ancient Greece. His looks, strength and sexuality was noticed by Zeus but the Theban council elders were hesitant to enlist him, worried that his peasant upbringing would not be the right fit for the army. At twenty-two, Jensen finally left his modest home to join the army, four years later than he should have. His beauty was much admired by his superiors who urged him to form a union of love and strength with the rich and equally beautiful Jared, who was plagued by prejudices of status encouraged by his biased mother. Jensen was loathe to chase after a man who did not want him despite Jared’s obvious beauty and soon Jensen’s eyes were eventually drawn elsewhere; love came swiftly to him in the arms another, leaving Jared seething with jealousy and the council left with no other choice but to take the matter into their own hands.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE

Jared Padalecki is the most popular of all the boys at The Cactus Club, an all-male brothel in the state of Nevada. He’s good at his job because he needs the money and has big plans for his future, just like all the other young men in the club. At twenty-two, Jared is a veteran of sorts, the ‘mother hen’ of the brothel. Independent and quite strong-willed, Jared’s life is turned upside down after a tragedy rocks The Cactus Club but he soon learns that there is a much nicer world outside of Jared’s sex oriented existence and Detective Jensen Ackles is the reluctant cop who teaches him the ways of kinder way of life.

PRET A AIMER (READY TO LOVE)

Jensen Ackles is the most powerful man in the fashion industry, editor-in-chief of ‘Sync’ magazine and an all round uncompromising hard-ass. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, Jensen notices a leggy young man propping up the ‘Power House’ building where the ‘Sync’ headquarters are housed. Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him and after finding himself displeased with the models whom had been sent his way, he sends his assistant to drag the young man off the streets, a young man who turns Jensen’s world and the world of fashion upside down.

THIRTY YEARS IN AUGUST

After finding himself alone in a city he had always hated, amateur photographer and almost college student, Jared Padalecki takes himself off to Coney Island for the day in search of much needed adventure which he finds in the shape of one of America’s finest.

MIAMI & YOU

Miami based Jensen Ackles is a veteran porn star with a new venture on his mind and no plans to quit his career. After finding the perfect young man for his dubious project with the help of his manager Matt, Jensen’s unprepared body and mind are sent into turmoil.

WHOA, WE’RE GOING TO IBIZA

Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles had been together for four years but life decided to throw one pile of crap after another at them which led to a sad and bitter break-up. A few months previously, Jared had booked a vacation for himself, Jensen and eight of their best friends to Ibiza. Not wanting to let the side down, Jared and Jensen agreed to allow the trip to continue despite their messy relationship. It turned out to be just as awkward as everyone had expected and fraught with drama none of the friends saw coming.

A TOWN CALLED KISMET

It was 1994 and Jensen Ackles was doing his best impersonation of someone who didn’t constantly have thoughts about other men on the brain. It had never sat right with him, being gay. He had never said it out loud, even to himself and then spent the rest of his time, burying it all under a false life which he hated with a passion. At thirty-two Jensen was seen by the people of Kismet, Iowa as successful. He had a good job, his own home, his own car and kept himself in favor within the community by lying about being a good little Christian too. His ‘friends’ and neighbors had taken to the version of Jensen he had created to hide himself away from the world and for seven long years, he had just about managed to keep it all neatly tucked away. But then, life has a funny way of throwing boys off buses in the middle of ‘Bumfuck Nowhere’ and into the path of closeted gay men.

THE BOYS WHO USED TO BE US

Jensen Ackles had moved on and so had his very private high school crush, Jared Padalecki. Jensen hadn’t gone quite as far as the star student he quietly wanted and for years, Jensen had always wondered what had become of the boy he once adored. We all leave echoes behind us wherever we go; discarded family and friends, legacies of achievements and memories left behind in the minds of everyone important who peopled our youth.

Jared Padalecki may have gone but for Jensen, there was something of a whisper of that boy wherever he went, a blanket of memories wrapped around him for all of his adult life. Little did he know, that soon, he would be making new memories with the boy who finally came home.

GOOD MORNING LOVELY

Jared Padalecki is a writer of ‘smut’. He gets paid for it but it’s not all that fulfilling. After being given a new project from his demanding publisher, Jared decides to go and research what it was really like, living in a small picture perfect town during Fall. He soon finds out that it’s much more meta than he was expecting.

IT’S ONLY A PAPER MOON

Jensen Ackles doesn’t believe in ghosts but then who does in the real world? When he returns home after a disastrous night out dressed as the ‘Leather Man’ from The Village People, Jensen discovers that he’s not alone in his apartment and hasn’t been, for a very long time.

PUMPKIN WARS

Jensen and Jared are newbies in a neighborhood they had no business being a part of but after a Hallowe’en themed run-in with the bossy leader of the Home Owners Association, they soon bring the community together by scaring everyone’s kids shitless.

THE LIGHTHOUSE

Jared Padalecki had shifted his life from city chaos to small town comfort because even at twenty-six he decided he needed a quiet life. Rockfort, Maine was precisely what he needed. The place came with views, beauty, endless seas, an unlikely friend and the peace and quiet Jared had been craving for a long time. The towns most prominent feature, the old but majestic 1800’s lighthouse which had been guiding and keeping people safe for almost two centuries became one of Jared’s many places of work and his favourite thing about Rockfort and he didn’t realize at the time, just how significant the lighthouse would become in shaping his future.

JARED WITH A HEART

Jensen Ackles had never been a lover of social media. He just couldn’t see the appeal of posting every detail about his life online for a bunch of strangers to see. Didn’t care what that bunch of strangers were doing either. Jensen lived in the real world and he liked it there. However, during his nephews birthday party, Jensen found himself in possession of his sisters phone, a self-proclaimed social media addict herself. Leanne had only meant to show him something but that small gesture led to Jensen finding love exactly how he always hoped he would.

VIRTUAL INSANITY

The year is 2073 and Cherry Computers have taken over that other fruit-based tech giant. A largely ethical company, Cherry know how to look after the employees who work in ‘Earth X’, the world’s first virtual reality world. The perks are great and endless and working inside a beta VR means that employees can be whoever they want and create their own worlds. However, living in a fantasy-land can lose its shine when human beings forget to live in the real world.

ANGEL FACE

Jared Padalecki had a problem but it only appeared to a problem for everyone else. Jared was a professional sugar baby and cam boy and he embraced it. After breaking up with his long-term sugar daddy, Jared is ‘head-hunted’ and offered a dubious job by a mysterious yet gorgeous man who had been watching him from the shadows.

NUTS ABOUT YOU

The town of Chestnut Hollow famously held a Christmas Carol Contest every year to coincide with their wholesome Christmas Market. Bookstore owner, Jensen Ackles who loved his hometown to pieces wasn’t always that enthralled by the influx of visitors to the sleepy, picturesque town he called home but after a frosty encounter with enthusiastic choir conductor, Jared Padalecki, Jensen is forced to find himself thoroughly and festively enthralled!

THE BOX OF DELIGHTS

Recently single and not by choice, Jensen Ackles also found himself stranded alone in New York after a bitter break-up. Being alone and away from family was the worst at any time of the year but the holiday season hit harder. After a talk with his mother, Jensen is encouraged to inject a little Christmas spirit into his life and so finds himself one Sunday morning at a flea market with Christmas decorations on his mind. Everything is old and tatty but an intriguing box takes his fancy which turns out to contain more ‘delights’ than he could have ever dreamed of.

HOT SANTA

Jared Padalecki was used to having everything fall into his lap. But he had never been lazy and had proved that by excelling at the life he had been handed. No one was ever truly one hundred percent happy though, even the privileged. Money could solve a lot of problems but not all of them. With only his therapist and endless hook-ups aware of his secret, Jared lived his life around his family firmly in the closet and money really couldn’t fix that problem. At the annual Padalecki Christmas party, Jared had always been in charge of supplying the visiting Santa Claus to keep his nieces and nephews happy and festive. With work being crazy that year, Jared forgot and found himself on page two of Google, desperately trying to find a last-minute Santa. As luck would have it, he found one and he wasn’t ideal, at least not as far as the kids were concerned.

LET’S FALL IN LOVE AND DO NOTHING

Self-proclaimed ‘North America’s Laziest Man’, Jensen Ackles has just quit his latest job. At the age of thirty-six, he suddenly realizes that it’s about time he made some changes to his life. After applying for a new position suggested by a friend, Jensen gets a job working as a house boy in Aspen over the Christmas holidays. All he has to do is cook the family meals, serve at the dinner table and not, under any circumstances, diddle the boss’s son.

STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT

It was Christmas Eve and trucker Jensen Ackles had found himself at his familiar truck stop in snowy Minnesota. Not wanting to spend the holidays alone, he expects to find the boy he often paid for sex to keep him company on Christmas Day but when he arrives the boy is nowhere to be found. To console himself, Jensen sits down to eat at the truck stop diner but is interrupted in his solitude by a disarming French fry thief who winds up changing the course of both of their lives.

BATTLE OF THE BALLS

After the chaos of Hallowe’en, new ‘gaybors’ Jensen and Jared have sunk perfectly into their blossoming relationship and successfully ousted evil Wendy as their HOA ‘dictator-in-chief’, almost. With the holiday season on the horizon, Jared is determined to take their festive decorations to another insane level. During that time they clash with Wendy once again and wind up as reluctant therapists after another neighbor seeks their advice.

FROM LONDON WITH LOVE

After moving to London, England for work and on the cusp of regretting his decision, Jared Padalecki finds himself alone at Christmas in a city with no friends. With work colleagues occupied for the duration of the holiday season and his family overseas, Jared can do little else but keep himself busy by exploring the city. On a rainy evening a few days before Christmas, Jared stumbles across a market and decides to try some warm spiced to cheer (and warm) himself up. While taking in the view of the River Thames, Jared is approached by a devastatingly handsome man who has a familiar cadence to his voice and within only minutes of meeting him, offers Jared a very festive but decent proposal.

#j2 #j2 fan fiction #j2 fanfic #j2 alternative universe #j2 au #j2 fic rec #j2 fan fic #j2 au fan fiction #jared x jensen #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #smack the devil #smackthedevil

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