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Written for deadchester. High Fantasy AU, slightly GoT inspired.
Disclaimer: I don’t watch GoT.
Their marriage is supposed to be one of convenience.
Dean will gain an army with which to avenge his father’s death. Castiel will gain the legitimacy of marriage with the Winchester line. No one will doubt their joint claim on the throne.
Castiel always knew he would marry for duty, not love. He marries to advance his family’s position. Dean is of royal blood, even if his family is out of favour. Castiel’s family has been wandering in the wilderness for years, waiting for someone to support their claim.
jay rec me star trek kirkspock fic pls
- Something Rich and Strange (AU)
- So Wise We Grow (kid fic. DO NOT READ THE SEQUEL. I REPEAT. DO NOT READ THE SEQUEL)
- A Beautiful(ly Illogical) Mind (Slight AU)
- Streetlight People (AU)
- Through Blind Men’s Eyes (PONFARR)
- Papers in the Roadside (AU)
- Bragging Rights
- Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours)
- How We Are (but not how we’re going to be)
- Hellooo, Nurse! (AU)
- Of Sentinels and Anchors (Slight AU)
dean hires a teenaged castiel to intern for him and finds himself obsessing over the flawless skin of his neck, the curve of the boy’s ass in his slacks. one day he finally caves, bends the boy over his desk and fingers his tight hole, smacks his smooth, pale ass until it’s pink before fucking into him and whispering, ‘my good little boy’ in his ear until he has cas screaming
dean getting hired as cas’ secretary, through some miracle interview (and maybe some fake references, but who’s checking?) and the first few weeks dean is intimidated by the guy. cas is always wearing a suit, always working - although technology seems to be his personal enemy - and always grumbling about his coworkers. dean learns quickly that cas takes his coffee black, likes his desk in immaculate order, and that he doesn’t really know what cas’ job actually is. dean assumes it’s a given position though, since sam fills him in one night over dinner that the company is owned and run by cas’ relatives. so one day, maybe a month and a half after being hired, when cas calls dean into his office and asks for coffee, dean tells him he should try a mocha instead and that gets cas’ eyes on him, startling dean with the blue of them. cas just nods and turns his eyes back to his computer. dean stumbles out of the office, giddy with the success of cas not yelling at him.
so over the next week he tries his luck, makes little suggestions to cas while handing him reports or papers or messages, tells him he should wear the blue tie with his suit instead of a green one (cas always wears a blue one after that), he should try not yelling at the girl who delivers the mail, little things that he thinks of at a moment’s notice. cas does every one with a nod and sometimes a hint of a smile, eyes sparkling in a way that should not be making dean half-hard every time cas listens and follows the words to the letter.
dean’s been at the office for three months now, cas has a huge deadline and dean is working overtime (it’s ten pm and he’s the only one in the building) because he wants everything to go right for cas, has this weird desperate want to do an amazing job for cas that he doesn’t fully understand but listens to anyways. when the last paper is printed and filed dean shuts down his computer, mentally going through the places that will be cheap and easy dinner to pick up on his drive home when he sees the lights on in cas’ office. frowning, dean makes his way over and sure enough, cas is sitting at his desk, hair even more crazy than usual, trenchcoat and suit jacket flung on the side of the desk, the white sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows. quietly dean slips inside, locks the door behind him. cas doesn’t notice, doesn’t look away from his computer until dean drops his bag next to cas’ desk, taps him on the shoulder. there’s a crazed look in cas’ eyes when he meets dean’s, something that tells him that what he’s about to do won’t be too much. dean thinks briefly of all the times he told cas to do things over the past months, how well it’s been received, uses that to build up his courage when he tells cas to turn off his computer (cas does immediately), voice feeling rougher when he all but orders cas to stand up and take off his shirt and pants (cas’ cheeks flush but he does so with no hesitation), feels his mouth water at the sight of cas’ hard dick through boxer briefs. lowers himself into cas’ chair, feeling drunk and giddy and scared with this power cas is giving him, asks him to take off his underwear, tells cas to touch himself.
i just think villainising lgbt people so that heterosexual people can get it is a bad way to go about it and makes me super uncomfortable as an lgbt person
i get that but at the same time i’m more like….well pick your battles. like if you want people to understand and hopefully in turn lead to them treating people they wouldn’t relate to otherwise more decently, then sometimes you have to put them in positions they put us in. you can’t just tell somebody to change their mind; it doesn’t always work. if i have to put somebody in my place for a change for them to understand what i go through, i am fine with that, as long as they gain a deeper empathy in the process. you have to give people something empathize with if nothing else is working, i guess is how i see it.