Author and Artist: verobatto-angelxhunter (BENKA79)
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Rated: Explicit
Lenght: 5.5 k
Tags: #destiel royalty AU #prince!Castiel #General!Dean #king!Castiel #Knight!Dean #mutual pining #strangers to friends to lovers #smut #Top!Dean #Bottom!Castiel #romance #medieval AU #slow burn #adventure #magic #hybrid monsters #bamf!Castiel #bamf!Dean #angst with a happy ending
Warnings: N/A
Summary:
Prince Castiel hides his face since he was born, because his father saw weakness in him. But when the prince unexpectedly becomes the new King of Saronia, he will have to face a powerful enemy to protect his people. The adventure starts and It's a mission of only two men. The King will choose to go with the only person he trusts, his General, Dean Winchester.
Who's hidden behind that helmet? It's a mystery Dean will try to decipher throughout their journey.
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Work Count: 1,884 Series / Single Chapter / Chaptered
Summary: It's the wedding of the decade.King Dean is marrying Prince Castiel. It's the kind of power Omega-Alpha couple that OK and Hello salivate over.But neither Dean nor the press know Alpha Prince Castiel’s little secret... He turns into a merman whenever he gets wet.The honeymoon suite of the Hotel Milton has a hot tub to die for.It's going to be a very interesting honeymoon...
Comments: 7/10 This is different, but again I am a fan of different. Dean takes Cas’ curse in his stride. For a short fic, the author packs some detail.
Title: I’m Not Insulted, I’m Furious (Rise for Your King, Part 23)
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: 2,802
Warnings: ANNNNGSSSTT, mention of smut
Part 22 || Part 24 || Masterpost || Fanfic masterpost
Castiel was seated at the head of the table, his elbow resting on one of the chairs as his fingers traced his lips, deep in thought listening to the conversation going on. He was numb, you could feel it. You didn’t know when you had accepted the fact you could sense his emotions, but it had become commonplace.
He’d lost one of his best soldiers. Someone extremely close to him and he hadn’t spoken of it. It had only happened the night prior, but he’d locked himself in his room. You hadn’t enjoyed the cold shoulder, sleeping in your bed chamber alone. But you’d given him his space.
At breakfast, he had requested your presence, but he wasn’t eating while you did. He was scouring over documents and although he was deeply entrenched in them, you’d caught him stealing glances at you a handful of times. As if he had been staring and averted his eyes when you noticed.
Now, when you caught his eye, he kept contact. You felt a coil tightening around your essence, something you had only felt once before, when he had left that dreadful mark.
You felt it was wrong to stare too long, as if it was a challenge to him. Down casting your eyes, you looked at your hands. You could still feel his gaze burning into you.
How you wanted to sit in his lap and attend to him.
When you peeked a look again, he was still staring at you and you felt scarlet on your cheeks. You were flooded with emotions of lust, anger, and impatience. His hold on you was only broken when he was addressed by Bleu and his eyes moved from yours, snapping your enchantment.
Somewhere deep inside you, you dreaded this bond with him.
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Kalin pressed ointment onto your mark on your arm, massaging it gently into the handprint. Castiel had promised to make this better as soon as he was able to and you wished that would come sooner than later, even though you knew that was impossible.
“Besides the obvious, your grace,” Kalin stated. “How are you?”
Something compelled you to be honest. “I wish to return to how things were.”
Kalin eyed you and questioned, her voice empty of judgment, “You mean before knowledge of this danger or before the king?”
You didn’t know what to say to that. You had been content before him, ready to marry your prince. King Orin and Queen Brigit had been more than welcoming to you, bringing you in close in such a short amount of time. It had not seemed like a farce. They had started to become like family and you had grown close to Oriana and Gwyinth. Things had been simpler. You would marry, have children, and grow old together.
Now, wrenches had been thrown into that and you were with another king, one endowed with magic, whose enemies wished not only him death but the people around him.
You could not deny the love for him though. And you had a much deeper bond with your king now than you had with Prince Davin. Yet, seated next to him, you did not feel yourself. Like you were not a separate person. You had this need to be at his side when he was in the room. It was a rope wrung taut, drawing you in to relieve the stress. When you were alone, you knew it wasn’t healthy.
The love was still there though…
“I don’t know.”
You turned your head from her and stared off at nothing in particular. You felt no change in her demeanor and tried to focus on her movements on your arm, massaging relief into your skin.
“They seem to go hand in hand.” Her words surprised you and you turned your gaze to her. She was looking at you in return and you felt a slight cowardice under her gaze. She told you, “He’s overwhelming. He’s been in a similar situation before though. And I have to believe he’s learned from his mistakes.”
For her to speak so freely about him made you slightly uncomfortable. You knew that they had a different relationship than others in his service but it was odd to have a servant speak of their King as if they knew better than him. You suspected though that maybe she did have a clearer mind than him.
She spoke again as she drew her hands away, “He loves you. Don’t ever doubt that. No matter how much he’s not acting like himself.”
Her words were sincere.
Eyeing her, you nodded. “I won’t.”
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Castiel’s eyes were fixated on the burning pyre. They were having a proper burial for Balthazar. You were thankful they had got to it within a day, not letting his body sit there. Plus, Castiel needed this. Everyone did who had been close to him did.
You took his hand in yours gently and you squeezed, trying to convey what you felt. He gave you an ever so slight tug back and you felt your heart warm.
That warmth followed you all the way back to the castle, him at your side, keeping stride. The two of you were keeping up appearances, assuring that everyone saw the best side of him and you. He could not show weakness, no matter who he lost.
When you two were finally out of sight near your chambers, is when you even first suggested of parting ways. You did need to wash up.
“I suppose I will go to my chamber they’ve prepared and wash –”
“No,” Castiel responded instantly.
Eyeing him, you asked, “Excuse me?”
“You don’t have a separate chamber anymore.”
“But they set one –”
“I know what they did. But you won’t be sleeping in it again. I shouldn’t have let you sleep alone last night. It was careless of me. You’ll stay with me from now on.”
Furrowing your brow, you argued, “But you said –”
Castiel’s voice was sharp when he cut in. “I know what I said, Y/N. But I’m changing my mind.”
You were getting tired of this back and forth.
“I’m not comfortable because you said you didn’t trust yourself.”
Suddenly, he pushed you against the wall and you let out a surprised gasp as his hand traced along your jawline possessively, the other one cupping your hip. The guards behind you had dispersed you noticed over his shoulder and you were thankful for their alertness. Castiel did not seem in the mood for civility and discreetness at the moment.
“I’m fully in charge.”
His hand tightening on your throat was meant to display this fact. His hand down and then up your thigh, holding it close to his body.
Your voice was small when you asked, “Will it help?”
“Do you want it to help?” You nodded. Castiel dipped his head, his eyes piercing you, “Then yes. Is it what you want?”
He was asking your permission to take from you. There was a fire dancing behind his eyes and you knew he was desperate, begging even, for you to agree.
Pressing your pelvis closer to him, you nodded, “Yes, my king.”
“It’s taking strength to resist you here, my lady.”
“Then don’t.”
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Dean was escorting you around the castle the following morning. You had dined alone, Castiel being preoccupied with council business. They were moving quickly on plans for Mowg and even if it disappointed you that you had not eaten breakfast with him, you knew it was because of something important.
He was not the best conversationalist, but you were not put off by this because you knew he was more concerned about potential threats around you. Not that Sam was not when he escorted you around, but Dean was a whole other level. Protecting you and Castiel was his number one priority and that’s one thing that made him such a loyal and reliable soldier.
Voices were coming from around the corner on the path and you cocked your head to the side. Dean had stiffened and pushed ahead of you, his hand ready to draw his sword.
When the two of you turned the corner, Dean’s hand fell from his sword, seeing Kalin and another man, who you did not recognize.
Kalin was erect, her eyes trained on you, and you couldn’t help but notice that she looked like someone who did not want to be caught. Your eyes flicked between the two of them and you had a feeling that this was someone special. At least to Kalin. And you did not want to spoil the time she had with him too much before moving on. Only to get yourself acquainted with him.
“Who’s this?” you directed more towards her, trying to keep the tease out of your voice.
“Liam, your majesty,” the young man answered, giving you a bow.
Kalin was watching him stiffly and you narrowed your eyes at her in confusion. She wasn’t paying attention to you though, more focused on Liam. It was as if she didn’t want him to speak.
“Do not speak to the queen unless you’re given permission,” Dean cut in fiercely. The poor man looked mortified and you rested a hand on Dean’s arm who looked at you with some surprise.
“It’s quite alright. No offense was taken,” you told him.
Dean looked like his feathers were ruffled by the way you casually brushed off what he thought was a slight. You gave his arm a light squeeze and you couldn’t help but notice the tenseness under it, and you surmised it was more so that he was uncomfortable your hand was on him rather than him being annoyed about it.
“Thank you for looking out for me, Dean.”
He gave a nod and you removed your hand, turning your attention back to the man, Liam.
“Are you joining the King’s company then?”
“Yes. He requires my skills.”
You smiled gently, “Have you fought in battle before?”
Liam shook his head. “No, your grace. I was not aware of my… abilities until the King made me aware of them.”
Your eyes flicked to Kalin, who was in turn, pretending to not notice your look. That gave you a sinking feeling but you had to ask. You furrowed your brow and said, “I’m sorry. I do not understand?”
He looked more than ready to elaborate on what he was saying, “My power. Inside me. He said it will assist him in the upcoming battle.”
Inside him. Castiel had found another inflamer and he intended to use him. This is what he had been discussion privately with those members of the council and you felt a surge of anger that he seemed to be falling back into that pattern of leaving you out.
The man was still talking, “He said it’s quite dangerous what he’s asking of me but that it would be of great service to the kingdom. And I’m honored to have been chosen. I hope to please him, as well as you, my queen.”
You forced yourself to smile, and assured him, “The King knows what he’s doing. I’m sure he was careful in choosing who would be by his side. I’m sure you’ll be splendid.”
Liam beamed with pride and gave you a deep bow. “Your praise means everything, my queen.”
Again, you gave him a forced, polite smile, dipping your head ever so slightly. “Good day,” you told him and he returned the same before you turned, moving away from him.
Dragging another innocent into this was not what you had anticipated, and you needed to have words with your king.
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You had ignored the guard’s protests, as well as Dean’s, and slammed the door open, interrupting Castiel’s meeting with a few council members you were not on a first name basis with. Castiel had seemed irate at the intrusion, and you didn’t expect anything less. You would have chosen a more ceremonious entrance if you had not been so high strung at his deceptiveness.
“I wish to speak with you,” you informed him when he addressed you.
Castiel pondered this a few moments before turning his attention to the trio, “If you’ll excuse me. My wife appears to have something urgent to speak with me about.”
They accepted this, although you could sense they were almost as put off by it as Castiel. You understood this was a crucial time but you desired answers.
“Is there a problem?” Castiel sighed, highly annoyed as soon as the room had cleared except a couple of guards, Dean, and Sam, who had been with Castiel.
You cut right to the chase. “Liam.”
A dark cloud passed over Castiel’s face and he demanded, “What of him? And pray tell me, why this is so important to interrupt a war meeting?”
“Why do you need him?”
“Because Mowg has a horde of inflamers behind him. I need assistance.” He noticed the look on your face and remarked, “If you’re feeling insulted, don’t. You’re still strong but not strong enough to take on an entire group.”
This set you off. “I’m not insulted, you pompous ass!” You spat out and Castiel’s eyes widened, looking furious at your outburst. You were actually disappointed there was not more than Dean and Sam in Castiel’s inner circle and among the council members in the room to hear this. “I’m furious! You promised me you would tell me what the plan was going to be! This seems like quite important detail to omit!”
“You would have found out. I –”
“Finding out isn’t the same as being a part of the process!”
Castiel threw his quill down and stood up straight, facing you looking enraged. He closed the space between the two of you quickly, “I don’t need you scolding me on how I run this kingdom, Y/N! I’ve been around a hell of a lot longer than you and have actually ran a kingdom. Multiple ones in fact. You are an infant compared to me in that regard! It always comes back to this though, doesn’t it? You not being satisfied on how quickly or the choice of method I use to inform you.” He leaned in closer, and you swore you saw blackness flash in his eyes, overpowering his serene blue before he snapped, “You’re the queen, Y/N. Not the king. No matter how much I care for you, I apparently need to remember to remind you of this more often. I’m in charge, not you. You are lucky to be under my care! Can you imagine what would have happened to you if I had not fallen for you? You’d certainly been drawn in by Mowg and decrepit. Instead, you are safe, warm, and protected while serving me. You know damn well where your place is, yet you refuse to keep to it and it irritates me to no end. I know what works best with this enemy and what I decide is the best possible course is what is going to be!”
You were staring at him in shock, your jaw set, trying to hold back tears. You were angry, as well as shocked at his outburst. This whirlwind of a reaction was not what you had expected out of him. You had expected him to be diplomatic and get angry, yes. But, not to insult you and infantilize you. This wasn’t your king.
He wasn’t done. Practically snarling, he told you, “So, the next time you try to come in here and berate me, think about that before opening your mouth!”
There was no mistake this time. Darkness flashed in his eyes and you recoiled a little. You were still unable to say anything, for fear of opening your mouth would bring on a wave of angry tears.
To further infuriate you, he looked satisfied at your reaction. “If I may return to important war strategic planning, my queen, I would appreciate it.”
Somehow you breathed out, shaky as it was, and were able to tell him, “I apologize, your grace, for insulting and wasting your time with my concerns. Next time, I’ll keep them to myself and keep my true feelings from you because that’s what seems works best here. I’ll remember yours are the only ones that matter since you are in charge.”
The satisfied look that had been on his face slid away as he listened to your words. A softness returned to his features, but it was too late for you to care.
You picked up your skirts and turned from him. You held them higher than normal, wanting to move quicker away from him.
“Y/N!” you heard him try from behind you, but you were not going to listen.
@spnabobingo
prompt: royalty
pairings: destiel
word count: 724
tags: no warnings apply, porn with feels, king!cas, sex chair
ao3
Thanks @zaphodsgirl for your encouragement/enabling!
The rumors about Castiel are seemingly endless, and none are so pervasive as the ones about his lovers.
The most ridiculous, of course, being that Castiel could or would even want to entertain more than one. For Castiel, there is no other person, no human being on this Earth of any gender, of any designation, of any rank or God-given birth who could ever compare to his beloved.
Sinking into his lover’s beautiful ass, Castiel knows that this is truly the height of Earthly pleasure.
“You’ve got to stop spoiling me, Cas.” Dean’s voice breaks through the haze of Castiel’s lust. “Making me an Earl? This is worse than when you had me knighted.”
“They’re all talk,” Cas replies, rubbing his hand down Dean’s bare flank. He breathes deeply to fight the desire to thrust, to chase his release. He can wait. “They wouldn’t dare touch you.”
“Of course not, Your Highness.” Dean smirks up at him, lying comfortably on his back in the new chair that Balthazar had sent to him. It’s quite the trend in Paris, supposedly, and Castiel couldn’t complain about the results. “Alpha,” Dean whispers and reaches for him.
Castiel leans down to plant a kiss on Dean’s luscious mouth. He begins to rock his hips forward, pushing his cock into Dean again and again. Standing upright places them at the perfect angle; this chair really is a godsend. Balthazar really had the right idea to send one here to the palace—
Dean’s moans bring Castiel back to the present, where he needn’t think of Balthazar, of any other royal family member, of his crown, of anything other than the smells and sounds and Dean’s pleasure. His Omega keens and new slick eases their coupling.
“Beloved,” Castiel groans. “You feel amazing.”
“You, Cas, I—” Dean is lost for words, gripping tightly to his chair and to Castiel’s arm. “Oh.”
“Love you.” Castiel is panting, sweat collecting at his collarbone and hairline. “Love you like this.”
“Yes,” Dean cries out. “Yes, Cas, Alpha, give me your knot.”
“You’re not in a position to make demands of me.” Castiel’s voice goes deep and dark; it’s this game they play where Castiel pretends he wouldn’t move the moon and the stars for Dean Winchester. Dean whimpers. “Beg me for it.”
“Your Highness,” Dean’s voice breaks. “My lord. Please. Please, give me your knot. I am your most loyal and devoted servant, I ask for nothing more than your—oh—your knot, sir. I need it, your knot, Cas—”
Castiel continues to thrust, humping against Dean’s ass when he does not want to pull back.
With Dean’s feet in the chair’s stirrups, he knows this is a good angle to torture his Omega’s prostate.
Noisy as ever, Dean cries when he comes, his back arched against the ornate chair. His eyes flutter shut and his mouth is open in ecstasy. He’s gorgeous and Castiel is so utterly enamored of him.
He fucks Dean through the orgasm, digging his fingertips into Dean’s hip. When Dean’s shaking subsides, he moves his other hand to twist into Dean’s short hair. He tugs, tilting Dean’s head back so he can place his mouth on Dean’s neck. He sucks and licks and bites all over, murmuring filth against Dean’s jaw.
“Ruin you for any other Alpha,” he says. “Tie you up and leave you in my bed, so I may have my way with you whenever I please. You’d do anything for your King, offer your holes to me.”
Dean does his best to respond but he’s so lost in his bliss that he’s speechless. Little nods, huffs, and ‘yeses’ when he can manage them encourage his Alpha, his lover, his King to push him further, take him higher.
Castiel bites down on his mating mark, the claim he’d placed on Dean’s body years ago. It matches the mark on his heart, the claim that Dean made over his very soul. He whines as his knot swells and locks him inside of his beloved, tying them together. As cum pumps into Dean, green eyes smile up at him.
“Love you, Cas.” Here, they don’t have to worry about Castiel’s duty to their country or his legacy or the Church. Inside Castiel’s bedchambers they honor only each other, ravish each other with lust and love.
