Tag: boyking!sam

What kind of crown does boyking!Sam wear?

incestmurderbros:

that is an excellent question and the perfect thign to keep me occupied during this slow ass day at work

if sam is super evil and super in to being a demon and wreaking havoc and all of that, then i generally envision him not with a crown, but with some sweet ram horns instead, not just bc of the obvious demon aesthetic but also because of the association w pagan gods of chaos and debauchery (mostly greek ones bc hell yeah) (i did write something once where sam made his crown out of crowley’s actual skull after a big takeover, but i can’t find it, rest assured it was an awesome idea)

if sam is Less into being super evil and is still the sweet little peach he is at heart, despite resigning himself to ruling hell, then he gets a crown of thorns, for obvious reasons – this is my go-to, again, for really obvious reasons

IF sam is topside but still the king of hell, no crown bc he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself, but he flashes black/golden eyes depending on the situation

for historical aus, because of course i have them, the crown is appropriate to the time period it’s set in. this is just who i am as a person. for the roman au (bc yes of course he’s the boy king in the roman au) it’s a crown of laurels. if it’s a medieval au, it’s gonna be boxy. 18th century au??? something real fuckin flamboyant. modern?? Minimalist and Manly. futuristic ????? probably a hologram he can flick on and off

dont’ get me fucking started on color/jewels/heraldry bc i can and will talk forever unless someone physically shuts me up

tl;dr it changes from au to au depending on how reluctant sam is to take up the position
and also the style of crowns in that time period

xoxo thanks anon this was fun 🙂

holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

Little Sammy’s only fourteen, but the way his big
brother falls apart for him makes him feel like he has eons after eons of ancient
power; all it takes is a little sweep of his sooty eyelashes from beneath his
dark bangs and Dean is worshipping him; treats him like a prince, like a king.

*

Dean whispers stories into his ear as he fucks him
through the dark nights: stories of the boy who would be king, stories of power
and glory and violence, and when Sam wakes up he’s exhilarated and sore and thrumming with something undefinable; he
feels something rise inside of him.

*

Sam claws at Dean’s back when he comes, and he’s
shaking when he whispers against Dean’s damp throat: “Tell me the story again.
About the boy.”

Dean’s eyes are almost black in the night, wide and
proud. “No baby boy,” he tells Sam in a voice that has so many layers it
makes Sam go dizzy. “You’ll tell it yourself. Soon.”

Sam falls asleep in Dean’s protective arms. He dreams
of fire and echoes, and of Dean: strong and black-eyed, kneeling by a throne.