Title: Lovers in the Dark Author: jhoom Artist: DeanOh Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas Warnings/Tags: mythology!au, omega!dean, alpha!cas, angel!cas, mpreg, wing!kink, rimming, bedsharing, virgin!cas, virgin!dean Posting Date: 10/26/2017
Summary: Prince Dean is the most beautiful omega anyone’s laid eyes on. Flowers bloom for the chance to see him, animals climb into his room simply to be in his presence, and not a person in the kingdom can say enough for his beauty. He is universally praised for his lovely green eyes, his freckles, his plush lips and the subtly strong lines of his cheekbones. His family hopes to use that to find a good match and secure an alliance for their kingdom.
The gods have other plans.
Naomi, goddess of beauty, hears more and more tales of the young omega’s beauty and she hates him for it. The fact that mortals and nature alike would hold anyone’s beauty above her own is intolerable. So she sends her son Castiel, god of love, to infect Dean with an undying love for a monstrous person as punishment for his hubris.
Fate has plans of its own…
[A retelling of the Classical myth “Cupid and Psyche.” Castiel is cast as Cupid, Dean as Psyche, and Naomi as Venus.]
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The Kingdom of Winchester was small but prosperous. Tucked away in the mountains, it knew no war and no strife beyond what its citizens caused amongst themselves. The people were loyal, the king just, and the land happy.
Their joy was compounded when the queen gave birth to a son. While a royal birth was always a cause for celebration, early on they knew the boy was special. The young omega was beautiful, even from a young age. Year by year he grew more stunning. Rumors traveled far and wide about the prince.
Flowers bloomed just for the chance to see him.
Animals scaled the castle walls to climb into his room, simply to be in his presence.
The clouds parted from the sky when he was out in the gardens so the sun might shine upon him.
No one who looked into his lovely green eyes, saw his skin sun-kissed with freckles, or gazed at his plush lips could help but love him.
On and on the stories went, some more farfetched than the others. Many thought the tales were surely exaggerated—how could so much beauty be possessed by one boy?—but then some new poet, bard, or artist would appear to praise his endless beauty.
Dean himself was unaware of the effect he had on those around him. His parents were meticulous in their choice of guards and servants, choosing those who would care for him but not fall prey to the bewitching spell of his beauty. They wished a normal life for their son; they didn’t want his beauty to attract the wrong sort of attention. Whether that be the ire of the gods or a covetous alpha king, they tried to protect him.
It was a delicate balance. As a young prince, he needed to be known to his people and know them in turn. He needed to meet with visiting dignitaries. It was impossible to keep him away from everyone. His parents were as diligent as they could be, but recognized that their son needed to live. Hiding behind closed doors was no way for any boy to grow up.
They did their best, and it seemed to work.
As far as Dean was concerned, he was an ordinary prince. The favors bestowed upon him by visitors seemed due to his rank and not his appearance. And if they paid more compliments to him than to his brother Sam, Dean assumed it was in deference to his age. Perhaps he was marginally attractive, if such a thing was important at all, but surely he possessed no more particular mark of beauty.
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