Castiel looked in the mirror to the servant behind him. He smiled.
“Thank you, Samandriel. Come in.” The younger boy shyly stepped in and closed the door. He approached. “How do I look?” Castiel checked himself in the mirror another time, the two ladies fixing his hair and jacket stepping away.
“You look very royal, sir. Your mother will be proud.” They smiled at each other knowingly.
Though he wasn’t that keen on showing off, Castiel had to say he liked his attire. The rich, dark blue clothes were decorated with threads of gold at the ends, small golden emblems on the cuffs, shoulders, and bottom of his long coat. The rest of the coat was covered in a lace pattern, going together with his dark blue mask.
“Thank you, Samandriel- and for the last time, call me Castiel.”
“It is your mother’s wish that I talk to you in the correct form, sir.”
Castiel knew it was, but he wished Samandriel would see him more as a friend than his master.
“Then only do so when she’s around.” He followed Samandriel out of the room after thanking the women and walked through the halls, towards the front lawn where his coach was waiting.
Before he could step in, though, his father suddenly came outside the castle.
“Castiel, wait,” King Shurley’s face lit up when he saw his son. “Oh, you look so strong and manly. Look at you- you’ve grown so big.”
“Father,” Castiel said a little embarrassed as his father checked his clothes.
“Of course,” the king said with a look at Samandriel. “I just wanted to say that me and your mother will arrive at ten, and you’ll leave with us at twelve- now remember, we’re representing our kingdom, our country- there will be lots of different royals, princesses, princes… find yourself good company.” He looked at his son with a meaningful smile, patted his shoulder and walked back inside.
Castiel looked outside the window as they drove, the horses running fast over the rough pavement. The coach hobbled a little, but Castiel was used to sitting in here for long periods of time. Being a prince meant traveling a lot, he’d soon learned. It also meant going to masquerade balls, and this would be his first.
He thought about what his father had said and smiled. Princesses, princes…. His father knew Castiel preferred the company of male royals, he always had. Though two princes being together, or two kings, wasn’t the usual, it wasn’t taboo either. The way their kingdoms seemed to agree on certain rules like this had always surprised Castiel. When he learned about the history of their kingdoms and surrounding places, the older lore always spoke of relationships between men as something bad and demonic. But ever since king Shurley and king Masters had been ruling two of the largest kingdoms at the same time, this entire image had been faded away. Castiel often wondered what would’ve happened if his father wasn’t this good of a man, so noble and strong, yet kind and understanding. What if he lived in that period of time where his feelings towards men hadn’t been accepted?
Maybe, he thought excitedly, maybe I will meet someone today. A masquerade ball was often meant for the younger princes and princesses to meet up with one another and get to know each other- find a good partner. Sometimes they were sent with a focus. ‘Go dance with prince Roman, princess Talbot makes a great companion, make sure you meet prince Adam at least!’
King Shurley hadn’t done this, thankfully. He knew Castiel would make his own decisions and wouldn’t let anyone force him into a marriage. Castiel had always had a strong will and his own way of doing tasks.
He got out of the coach when they arrived, let the coachman help him to the door and thanked him.
“I will be here at midnight, sir.” The man bowed. “Have a good evening.”
Castiel was overwhelmed by all the beauty and costumes inside. He almost forgot to put the masque over his face, but once he got used to the rich golden decorations and the many people in expensive attires, he began to notice people and people began to notice him. Many greeted him, and he did as he was told. Be neat, be kind, be humble and calm; be yourself.
Dancing had never been something he was extremely good at, but as a prince, you had to be good at everything - so he got lessons from teachers and practiced a lot with Samandriel. Now, he was able to do most performed ball dances as a second nature.
He knew he had to dance if he wanted to blend in. So he found himself on the dance floor a few minutes later, gliding around with Princess Meg from the Master’s kingdom. She was sweet, a little spicy in her words, something that made Castiel smile. He liked her, the way she was herself like he was himself, somewhat rebellious. When she almost pinched him in the eye with one of the feathers on her mask, they laughed a little too loud to be royal.
But Meg started dancing with someone else, and Castiel stood alone for a moment. He was about to walk away when he saw someone looking at him. He stopped.
The young man’s face was hidden behind a black and silver mask. From what Cas could see of his face, he was handsome with a determined, mysterious look. His hair was dark blond, a honey color. It looked rich and warm in this light and contrasting with the cold tones of his mask. He started walking, and several people turned to follow his path. He clearly walked towards Castiel. His clothes were all black and gold, a long cloak draped over his shoulders. When he came closer, Castiel could see most of his mask was metal. The stranger made a bow, which rustled his cloak. For some reason, Castiel felt like this man was too young for this outfit- from what he could see, he was no older than Cas and yet he dressed as a king, not a prince. The man took Castiel’s hands and kissed it, his lips warm on Cas’ knuckles.
“Can I have this dance from you, prince Shurley?” His voice was low but soft, a hint of daring playfulness that Castiel noticed with delight.
“It would be my pleasure.”
The man’s strong arms wrapped around him immediately. They danced on the waltz that was currently being played, swayed on the floor, gracious and slow. Castiel looked into the bright green eyes, almost entirely hidden. Freckles were speckled all over the man’s skin as far as he could tell.
Way too young for a king, but the clothes… Higher royalty. He didn’t dare to ask about it, maybe later. Castiel was being observed with the same curiosity, though there was barely anything to see with his mask on.
“It might be impolite- but how did you know who I was?” He asked.
The other smiled.
“They told me you would be here and… described you. You must understand,” The stranger leaned in as if telling a secret, “I don’t dance with princesses. I didn’t want to come at first, but my father gave orders. And then they said there would be a prince to dance with, so…”
Castiel felt himself blush under his own, golden mask. The young man smelled fresh, as if he spent a long time outside like the knights and caught all scents of flowers and lakes, with a hint of leather from horse saddles and equipment.
“So… you came for me?” Castiel concluded. His smile was returned with a smirk and the guy chuckled.
“Yes, you could say that.” He pulled him closer for another dance. “Do you mind?”
Castiel didn’t expect such a bold question and he didn’t answer at first. But looking at him, with the young man’s hand resting on his shoulder and his other hand in Castiel’s, he knew the answer.
“No, I don’t mind.” He tilted his head, frowning under his mask. “But I don’t know your name, I’m afraid.”
“Of course,” The young man nodded. “I’m Dean Winchester.”
Castiel was surprised but barely showed it. He knew John Winchester had a confusing past and wasn’t always described as a great man. Dean seemed to be reading his thoughts, because he softly squeezed his hand. “Don’t- think I’m like my father. I’m not. I do as he says but there are limits. I know where he is wrong.”
Right now, Dean looked his age. The bit of expression Castiel could see was that of a young guy trying to rebel against his king and parent at once. Worried yet determined to prove himself a better man, bitter in his voice.
“It must be… interesting, having him as a father.” Castiel indirectly agreed.
“Let’s just say I’m glad to be away from home for a while. The trip was worth it.”
The smirk returned.
They danced until more people left the dancefloor for a drink, and they decided to follow them with feet tired of moving around. Dean offered Castiel his arm, a proud smile on his face when Castiel took it.
After they finished their drink, they wandered past the dancefloor until they reached a door. Dean seemed to know where he was going because he pushed he pushed it open and gestured for Castiel to go through.
“Want to get some fresh air?”
That didn’t sound like a bad idea at all, so Castiel went through and Dean followed. The empty hall was cold and dark, but Dean’s hand was on his back and guided him to a second door, which led to the garden behind the castle.
Lights and garlands were draped across the trees, illuminating the paths.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Dean took his arm again and they walked past the flowers and trees and all different plants Castiel barely recognized.
“We don’t have gardens like this,” he sighed. “I wish we did. It’s beautiful.”
“I know.” Dean looked around. “If I take over the kingdom- I’ll get a garden too.”
They passed two other masked people that apparently hadn’t enjoyed the warmth of the ballroom either. Dean lowered their pace when they reached a fountain, and sat down. Castiel observed him again, his long black cloak, his gloved hands, the mask. Gold glistened in the silver moonlight and played with Castiel’s temptation to touch the lining on Dean’s clothes.
“You aren’t dressed as a prince,” he broke the silence, “I mean- you look more powerful. Like a king. Why is that?”
Castiel couldn’t quite see if Dean was surprised by the question or not, but his voice sounded calm.
“It’s how my father wants me to dress. He’d rather have me impress and make people be… afraid, rather than people- holding me dear for being kind and compassionate.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Good.” Dean smiled and Cas smiled back. The water rustling behind them made them feel even more separated from the festivity inside.
Castiel tried to scratch under his mask without letting it fall, and wondered if they shouldn’t just take it off. He broke the silence. “When are you going back home? Such a long trip… You can’t just be staying for a day.”
Dean didn’t answer immediately.
“I… wasn’t sure. I don’t really have plans. It kind of depended on the people I’d meet if I could stay at their castle for the night. Actually, it kind of… depended on- you.”
Castiel wished his itching mask would hide his stupid grin, but he looked away before he’d make a fool of himself.
“Right. Of course.” He huffed. “I- I don’t… You can stay the night, for my part… My father would need to approve of it first, though. “
“Good. We’ll ask him later.”
Castiel scratched under his mask again and Dean chuckled, took Castiel’s wrist and lowered it.
“Shall I take it off?” He asked and shifted. “Then you take off mine.”
“Alright.” Castiel smiled as he reached for Dean’s mask and felt Dean’s fingers on his. They carefully took them away from each other’s faces and stared at one another.
Dean’s mask had been hiding his handsome, still young face, with long dark lashes rimming his eyes. The freckles covered his entire face indeed.
“Wow,” Dean whispered and smiled, Castiel’s mask on his lap. “I wish I’d done that earlier.”
Castiel couldn’t hide his blush now, felt his heart flutter and his voice wavered when Dean, maybe on accident, shifted closer.
“Those… th-those masks are very unfortunate.”
“Yes. They’re pretty itchy.”
Dean was leaning in now, so slow he gave Castiel all the opportunity to move away. But Castiel didn’t. He leaned in, held Dean’s shoulder with one hand to keep his balance. Their lips grazed against each other, just enough for Castiel to taste Dean’s drink on his lips. He wanted to move in, taste and feel more, pull him closer, but the sudden, loud stroke of the clock startled them both.
“It’s midnight.” Castiel realized, his cheeks warm and rosy. “I… we should get back.”
They did, their arms locked. Dean’s smile was softer now, and he kept looking aside. Castiel met his glance and smiled.
Except an AU where Dean and Cas are both working for Disney for the summer, and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other, but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not makeout under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.
You should all go and check out the amazing fanartthunderjellyfish made for my little prompt! Here is the fic to go with it :)
DISCLAIMER: I have been kindly informed that employees at Disney are NOT allowed to pick up kids for safety and legal reasons. Please suspend disbelief for this fic!
“Where’s the princess?”
If Castiel has to answer this question one more time, he will not be held responsible for his actions. He understands that having two princes star in an epic love story is not exactly Disney’s usual fare, but they obviously did well enough to hire character actors.
Or, nobody watched the movie but Castiel himself, and Disney hired him because they were tired of getting criticized for
lack of representation.
Though the latter seems most likely, it’s
actually why Cas applied for this job in the first place. He isn’t necessarily
a huge fan of Disney movies, but as someone who grew up with zero gay role
models in popular children’s media, Castiel can wholeheartedly understand and
appreciate the importance of a homosexual Disney movie.
The problem, then, becomes not the job
itself, but everything else about it.
Since the war between angels and the Naga had ended, very little happened at their shared border. Rains Landing, one of the major outposts that guarded the realm of the angels against the snake-like creatures, hadn’t seen a single Naga in 30 years. There were some monsters, but most of all there was rain, rain, rain.
Prince Castiel could hardly believe his ears when he was told that a small group of Naga soldiers have accidentally invaded the land of angels. Deciding to strike up a conversation instead of demanding retribution, Castiel learned that the leader of the group is none other than THE Dean of Winchester, the fabled warrior prince Metatron had been so afraid of.
Finding Dean to be an easy-going man, Castiel suggests that their two countries should at least try to entertain friendly relations. Unbeknownst to them, their parents seem to have reached the same conclusion. And what would bring two countries closer than an arranged marriage?
Tags: Arranged Marriage, Cultural Differences, Misunderstandings, Angel Castiel, Naga Dean, Prince Castiel, Prince Dean, Creature Dean, Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean, Alpha beta omega dynamics
warned y’all that this speculation might piss people off, so I’ll
just go ahead and throw it up there in the title so that way you can skip it if
you so choose.
We know we’re in for a hell of a cliffhanger this year. (”You guys are going to hate me.” - Mark Pellegrino. Or something like that.) I mean, we always are, because that’s what the show does… but how about more of one than usual?
Cas be next season’s Big Bad, as a Prince of Hell?
yeah – I know. Many of you are just gonna smile politely, nod, and whisper
to each other about that one lady yelling about glowing eyes again.
(I do yell about eyeballs a lot. Have I mentioned that I like glowing eyes today? Well, if you didn’t know - I dig glowing eyeballs. That said, there’s way more to this than glowing eyeballs.)
hear me out if you have the patience, because I have a bunch of words here explaining why I’m seeing
this (even though I’m gonna say there’s like… a 7.3% chance of
this actually happening, just because I like pulling totally random stats out of my butt). I already know @mittensmorgul does NOT see this happening at
all. But if/when it doesn’t happen, maybe somebody will be inspired
to write an awesome canon-divergent fic over the summer.
if you want to get laid, go to college. if you want an education AND to get laid, go to the library. (7.6k)
Chapter 1: dean doesn’t date guys. he even says so. in italics.
Dean doesn’t date guys. He likes guys. Thinks they’re hot, even. He’s man enough to admit that. Dating them, though? No way. Absolutely not. Too much work. He made that decision a long time ago. But when the guy is a librarian with messy hair and blue eyes, he might just have to rethink his life choices. With a little nudge from his friends, of course.
Hey guys, guess what? Remember that thing I’ve been writing for almost two weeks now that I said was gonna be a nice little college!au. Yeah. It’s getting chapters now. It got a little outta hand. Enjoy!
Dean blinked and looked up from the book he was scribbling in, which wasn’t his, obviously. It was the library’s. And the librarian just caught him.
Castiel Novak was standing over him, thick, tan arms crossed over the chest of his stupid rock band t-shirt, with a raised brow and a deep frown.
“What?” Dean groaned, leaning back in his chair and swinging his arms out wide. He wasn’t going to feign innocence this time. What was the point?
“You’re vandalizing library property, that’s what.” Cas snatched the book off the desk, holding it away when Dean reached to grab it back.
“Dude! I need that for this essay and it’s the only copy you have. C’mon!”
“This is the third time I’ve caught you writing in the books, Dean.”
“Okay, one, pull the stick outta your ass. I’m writing in pencil, so you can erase it if you want to. And two, they’re just notes! It’s not like I’m drawing dicks in the margins or something.”
“Take your notes in a notebook like everyone else. Stop scribbling all over things that don’t belong to you.” Cas snapped the book closed, effectively losing Dean’s page. “I should kick you out this time. I’ve had to tell you multiple times–”
“Okay, but what if someone else needs those notes? Some things in that book are wrong! I’m just helping the next poor sap that needs to use that outdated bundle of kindling.” Dean perked up. “Like Snape, you know? I’m the half-blood prince.”
Castiel rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot is what you are.”
“Are you gonna kick me out, Cas, or can I have the book back?” Dean leaned forward and batted his eyelashes up at Castiel. “Pretty please?”
Castiel’s mouth fell open and all Dean could do was smirk as a flush bled into Castiel’s cheeks. Cas thrust the book back at him, wrinkling up his nose in disgust.
“Fine. But stop writing in the books. Just… stick post-its in if you must annotate.”
“That’s a waste of paper, Cas. I thought you were all about the environment? What with your riding a bike everywhere and the bee pins on your bag.”
Cas rolled his eyes so hard that it went through his entire body. “Shut up,” he snapped, turning on his heel and going back over to the front desk.
Dean snickered and opened the book again, flipping to the page he’d been on before Cas interrupted him.
Title: You’re Now Mine (Persephone Drabble) Summary: Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.”
Words: 1,546 Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse Author’s Notes: Okay, Castiel tag people, it’s *not* Castiel, but it’s Castiel’s vessel?
Prince Dean and Prince Castiel have been betrothed for a very long time. Close as they may have been in childhood, spending eight years apart from each other is enough to make anyone strangers yet again. When their gleeful reunion ends with a curse placed on Castiel by a vengeful witch, what lengths will Dean and Castiel go to find each other again? Hopefully, to the stars and back.
tl;dr - The Swan Princess AU but gayer and with owls
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
TITLE: Rise For Your King PAIRING: Reader/AU King!Castiel SUMMARY: The reader was betrothed to the Prince but when a neighboring King decides to dole out justice to your future father in law, he destroys the royal family, leaving you with the two youngest Princesses. The mage king takes an immediate liking to you, letting you live. What will you do with this opportunity?WORDS: 1,492
A/N: OMG You guys I finally got this out lmao!!!!! I am so so sorry it took me fucking forever. After much ( and I mean much ) harassment from @oriona75 here is your next part of the Sleeping Beauty AU :D
Meant To Be | @galaxystiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,610 Tags:
Regency!AU, background Sabriel, forbidden relationships
It’s a hard life when Castiel, a valet to Lord Dean, heir to the Winchester title, is completely and totally in love with his employer.
The Owl Prince | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 15,176 (WIP) Tags: Fairytale AU, Medieval AU, cursed!castiel, Prince Dean, Prince Castiel, Arranged Marriage, Friends to Lovers Summary: Prince Dean and Prince Castiel have been betrothed for a very long time. Close as they may have been in childhood, spending eight years apart from each other is enough to make anyone strangers yet again. When their gleeful reunion ends with a curse placed on Castiel by a vengeful witch, what lengths will Dean and Castiel go to find each other again? Hopefully, to the stars and back.tl;dr - The Swan Princess AU but gayer and with owls
Castle on a Cloud | @whelvenwings Rating: Explicit Word Count:
Fantasy AU, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary: Dean Winchester has his whole life planned out. Becoming a warrior is all he’s ever dreamed about, since he was tiny - saving people, hunting monsters; quests and deeds and swords and glory. He’s done his training and he’s ready to become a Savaşçı, a knight of the realm. All that stands in his way is the Vigil, a night-long contemplation of his past and future in the chapel just outside the city walls. The only rules: no eating, no speaking, and no opening the door. Easy, right? Very easy. Until there’s a knocking, and a voice from outside that pleads for his help… So begins Dean’s journey, and his path will take him far - across the desert, through the forests, over the mountains and beyond. But his mysterious blue-eyed companion is keeping secrets, and Dean has a few of his own. Will he be able to let go of his fear before they come to the Castle on a Cloud?
TITLE: My Dignity (Rise For Your King Part 6) PAIRING: Reader/AU King!Castiel SUMMARY: The reader was betrothed to the prince but when a neighboring king decides to dole out justice to your future father in low, he destroys the royal family, leaving you with the two youngest princesses. The mage king takes an immediate liking to you, letting you live. What will you do with this opportunity? WORDS: 1,581 Author’s Notes: Language