House Silmontaix will open her doors once more as we invite patrons from the Houses and the Commons alike to come together for merriment, costumes, gratuitous drinking, outbidding each other in the silent auction event of the season, and maybe just one or two poisonings (as a treat). This year's theme is enchanted.
As always, House Silmontaix will be raising funds for a charity. This year's charity is none other than Sacred Hope Orphanage. This is but a small, dilapidated orphanage located in the Brume, Ishgard. It is run and owned by Madame Alyssia Nottingber, or just Mother Aly for short, and her assistant Adrian Suzuka. Sacred Hope has been running for generations, passed down through Alyssia’s family and becoming more and more ragged as war and time went on. Now it is being re-envisioned with the aid of the Firmament and new donors.
For more information on the Masquerade, including how to donate items for the auction** please visit https://house-silmontaix.carrd.co
For more information on Sacred Hope Orphanage, please visit https://sacredhope.carrd.co/
*IC location is Ishgard, subject to change depending on Ishgard housing lotto
**All items and gil for this auction are IN GAME ONLY and provide fun flavor for the evening and beyond.
Summary: Raelyn must make an appearance to a Masquerade Gala to promote the Supernatural books. Dean accompanies her to the Gala and she runs into a mysterious suitor who literally sweeps her off her feet.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC)
Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC)
Warnings: Fluff, Angst,
Word Count: 3750
A/N: I hope y’all are ready for some adorable boyfriend Dean in a tux. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!
Raelyn stepped out of the dressing room as Sam was sitting in an oversize chair in the department store. “Wow…” Sam’s eyes traveled her body in the dark forest green gown. “Is that a good wow or a bad wow?” She asked as she twirled around and Sam let out a low whistle. “Good wow. Great wow. That’s the dress, Raelyn.” Seeing Sam’s beaming smile, she looked in the full length mirror and gave herself a once over clapping her hands in approval. The floor length gown had a halter top with a bit of a collar. The green color made her dark green eyes pop out and her porcelain skin shimmer. She liked that it was not too low cut in either the back or front but showed off just enough skin to be sexy. The simple A-line cut of the skirt showed off her hourglass figure perfectly. She went back into the dressing to change into her regular clothes and said, “Sam, thanks for coming with me to dress shop. I just don’t trust Dean to give me the truth on what looks good on me.” Sam chuckled. “No problem, Raelyn. I had fun hanging out with you today.” She smiled walking out of the dressing room and Sam snatched her dress out of her hand to pay for it. “Oh, come on, Sam. I can pay for it myself.” He shook his head, “Nope. I feel like an older brother sending his little sister to the prom. Remind me to give Dean a threatening talking too before you guys leave.” Raelyn started laughing as they walked up to the counter to pay.
Raelyn had her duffel strap over her shoulder and her arm up in the air carrying her dress as she walked into the garage. Sam walked over grabbing the dress from her and laid it in the back seat on top of Dean’s tux so it would not get wrinkled. She set her bag in the trunk next to Dean’s bag. “Got everything?” he asked as she went over her mental checklist and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good to go.” Dean shut the trunk and walked to the driver’s side getting in. Sam opened the passenger door for Raelyn and once she was seated he shut it leaning in through the window. “Be careful and drive safe.” He said as Dean nodded to him. Raelyn smiled at him, “Always.” Sam chuckled and tapped the top of the Impala as Dean started the engine. Raelyn waved as they drove out of the garage and Sam closed the large doors. Raelyn was looking through her bookbag nestle between her legs on the floorboard. She pulled out her Bluetooth speaker and set it on the seat between her and Dean. He glanced down at it and back up at her. “I don’t want to spend six hours with my headphones on being rude. Figured I would play my music for the both of us.” She gave him a cheesy smile as he chuckled. As she browsed her playlists Dean spoke up, “Play your favorite song for me.”
Raelyn sat for moment thinking and then started playing Fitz and The Tantrums ‘Hand Clap’. Raelyn started singing and clapping along to the song as Dean was laughing. Raelyn loved seeing Dean relaxed and happy. He had one hand on the steering wheel while the other was resting out the open window. His smile was breathtaking because it was genuine. Over the next several hours they listened to music, talked, stop and ate at one of Dean’s favorite burger places in on the border of Kansas and Colorado. They pulled into the hotel parking lot in the late evening and seeing Dean’s face as he walked into the hotel suite was hilarious. The gala organizers had given Raelyn a complimentary suite with a large living area, bedroom with a king size bed and a jacuzzi bathtub that was calling her name. Dean walked around the room in awe and immediately flopped down on the sofa. “Man, this place is amazing. Motel rooms will never be the same.” She chuckled as she set her bag on the bed and hung her dress up on the back of the bedroom door. As Dean ordered room service for dinner, Raelyn took a long bath and let the jets in the tub relax her aching muscles. When she walked out in her pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt hearing Dean on the phone.
“Sammy, you should see this room. There’s little mints on the pillows and the bed is memory foam.” Raelyn rolled her eyes and answered the door when there was a knock. A small cart was rolled in by a waiter and she signed for the food giving the waiter a tip in cash. She lifted the larger dome to see a bacon pizza that smelled delicious. She then lifted the second small dome to see a large chef salad with two sides of ranch dressing. “I know you don’t like eating greasy food all the time so I also got you a salad. Did I do alright?” Dean’s voice startled her but she looked up at him as he took a slice of pizza and bit into it. She nodded picking up the salad and dressing heading towards the sofa. They sat in silence eating until Raelyn’s phone rang. “Hey Eric.” She watched Dean look over to her and cocked one eyebrow up. “Just wanted to make sure you got into town. Isn’t the room amazing?” She chuckled, “Yes, the room is amazing. What time do I need to be up and presentable by?” She asked as Dean was now tilting his head to one side. “The hair and make-up team will be there around three o’clock tomorrow so be showered and ready by then. I also need to know your date’s name.” She looked over to Dean, “My date’s name is Dean Wesson. I should mention that he likes to lead a private life so no pictures please.” She listened to Eric groan, “Fine, but then you have to walk the red carpet by yourself then.” Now it was Raelyn’s turn to groan. “That’s fine Eric, now I would like to go and finish my dinner and go to sleep.” She ended the call with a small growl. “My agent is a pain in the ass but he is part of the reason I am successful.”
Dean let out a small laugh, “Dean Wesson, really?” She rolled her eyes as she took a few more bites of her salad. “What was the whole thing about pictures?” he asked as she got up putting her bowl back on the tray. “There is a red carpet entrance that is filled with press. Normally, the ones who are invited walk the red carpet, talk with reporters and pose for pictures with their dates. I always walk alone because I never like being linked to anyone. A man in your line of work doesn’t need any publicity.” She turned to see Dean was deep in thought, “What?” she asked. “I’ll walk down with you. I don’t care about my pictures being taken. Hate to lose an opportunity to show off how a grunt like me could possibly get a woman like you.” She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. He had rendered her speechless. “Anyway, we should probably go to bed so we can well be rested for tomorrow. I’ll take the sofa.” Dean started to pull out a pair of sweatpants to change into from his bag. Raelyn walked up to him and hugged him taking him completely off guard. “What is this for?” he chuckled. “For being understanding and going with the flow of everything. So, basically just being you.” She smiled up at him as he blushed. As he was in the bathroom she crawled into bed leaving the door open so they could see one another but as she laid her head down on the fluffiest pillow she had ever felt she drifted off to sleep.
Raelyn tried to move but felt her hands bound behind her. She looked around but everything was blurry and there was a long ringing in her head. “Come on, wake up so I can see the panic in your eyes.” Hearing the familiar gravelly voice her eyes snapped open. She tried to scream but was unable to. She saw a body lying in front of her. Judging by the length of his body and long sandy brown hair she was looking at Sam. Raelyn looked around the room and saw Castiel in a corner trying to get back up but the Hooded Man punched him repeatedly causing him to fall back into the corner. She screamed into the rag that was tie around her mouth. “Stay down angel boy. I would hate killing you earlier than I had planned.” He looked over to Raelyn and she heard him snickering. “Ah, she’s awake. Fantastic, now the real fun can start.” He cuffed Castiel to a drain pipe that was near him and Castiel struggled against the restraints. “They have angel warding on them so no popping off.” The Hooded Man stated as he tied Sam’s hands behind his back and his feet to together. “Now, wait right there so I can get this show on the road.” He walked out of the room and Raelyn vigorously tried to push the rag from her mouth and down on her chin with her tongue and lips. Once it was below her lip she looked to Castiel, “Where are we?” Castiel had blood covering majority of his face and his voice was cracking as he spoke, “An old house near Kansas City. Raelyn, I should have known. I should have warned you.” She heard the Hooded Man coming back. He was dragging an unconscious Dean into the room who was bound at his hands and feet. Raelyn looked up into the pitch black hood only seeing electric blue eyes. “This… this is for you Raelyn.” He seethed as he brought out a jagged knife. Dean was coming to as he laid facing Raelyn. Tears streaming down her cheeks as the Hooded Man stood behind him bring the knife down into Dean’s chest. “Raelyn, I…”
Raelyn shot up screaming and sobbing. “Raelyn! Shh, Raelyn it’s okay. I got you.” Dean was holding her as she cried into his chest. After a few minutes she finally calm down. Dean got up to get her a bottle of water and a washcloth. She took a few sips of water as Dean carefully wiped her forehead and cheeks with the cool washcloth. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch trying to slow her rapidly beating heart. “Another nightmare?” She nodded taking a deep breath. “Do you want to talk about it?” She looked up into his worried eyes and she flashed to seeing him being stabbed. She shook her head as tears began prickling at her eyes again. “Okay. You don’t have too. I will just be right on the couch if you need me.” He went to get up but she grabbed his arm. “Please stay.” Her voice was just above a whisper but filled with anxiety. Dean nodded as he climbed into the bed next to her. They faced once another and he gently ran his fingers through her hair. The repetitive motion helped Raelyn to relax enough to fall back asleep. The only thing she dreamed of was fields of endless shades of green.
The next morning, Raelyn woke up to Dean already being up, showered and dressed. He was acting like a kid on Christmas morning getting her up and dressed. She pulled a beanie down over her hair and was dragged by Dean out the door. The walked around downtown Denver getting brunch at a local hole-in-the-wall restaurant. They went on a tourist buggy ride that took them to a breathtaking overlook to see the mountains. Raelyn was staring off when she heard a familiar snap of an iPhone camera taking a picture. She slowly turned to Dean who had taken a picture of her and his red cheeks gave away his guilt. She laughed and stood in front of him with her own camera in selfie mode snapping a picture of the two of them. The tour guide offered to take a picture of them in front of the mountain and Dean pulled her into his side with his arm around her shoulders. Around two o’clock they came back to their hotel to relax before the glam squad came to make Raelyn into a real girl. They were sitting on the sofa at opposite ends watching a movie on tv. He would glance at her and when she would glance at him he’d turn his head quickly his cheeks turning pink.
Promptly at three o’clock Maxi and Drea came waltzing into the room like they owned the place. Maxi pushed Raelyn into the bedroom to start getting her ready while Drea fussed over Dean. His terrified face was the last image she saw as Maxi closed the doors. “So, when did you meet Mr. Dreamboat?” Raelyn loved Maxi but she was always nosey. “We meet a few months ago. He is just a friend and doing me a favor by escorting me to this event.” Maxi scoffed as she began to work on Raelyn’s hair. “You keep telling yourself that he’s just a friend, but from the few moments I saw you two in the same room he wants more.” Raelyn gave her a pointed look through the mirror and Maxi held her hands up, “Okay, okay I’m shutting up. I think I’m going to keep your hair simple tonight. A light curl at the ends and down with a longer swoop bang.” Raelyn smiled nodding as she sat back and enjoyed being pampered. Soon after Drea came in to do her make-up. “Your man in there is stubborn but I wore him down.” Raelyn smacked her forehead, “Oh jeez. First, he is not my man, he is just a friend. Secondly, what did you do to him Drea?” She chuckled as she started applying a light foundation on Raelyn’s face. “I did his hair and put some product in it. Really, I could have been worse but you would have thought I was killing him.” Raelyn was full on laughing now thinking of Dean putting up a fuss about having products in his hair. Drea always raved to Raelyn about her perfect skin and how she never had to use too much make-up on her to glam her up. “It’s women like you that put me out of business. Okay, now go slip into your dress.”
After a thousand compliments from the girls and a few touch ups. Raelyn stepped out of the bedroom ready to go. She looked around the living area to see where Dean was when he came walking in through the door. He stopped suddenly when his eyes landed on her and she stood motionless seeing him in a traditional tux. “Oh yeah they’re ‘just friends’.” Maxi and Drea said at the same time as Raelyn rolled her eyes at them. “Thank you for making me look like a girl. You can now leave to gossip all about me in your own room.” Raelyn said as Dean opened the door for them, “Goodnight ladies and uh, thanks for the hair gunk.” Drea winked at him as she passed him. Once they were alone in the hotel room an awkward tension started building between them. “I was going to pour myself a drink would you like one?” he asked as she nodded. She admired him as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. The tux fit him perfectly showing off his muscular body but especially his broad shoulders. When Raelyn looked up to his hair she realized why Drea was so proud of herself. Raelyn had confided in them one time that she was a sucker for guys with a fauxhawk and she had styled Dean’s hair just as so. Dean handed her a glass and held his up, “To a night of shining a spotlight on an amazing woman.” Raelyn clinked her glass against his.
A limo was sent to pick them up and Dean acted like the perfect gentleman helping her get in and out of the limo, holding her clutch and hooking her arm in his. When they approached the red carpet a tall African-American man came up to them. “Damn Raelyn, you are going to knock the socks off of these reporters. You must be Dean. I’m Eric Collins, Raelyn’s agent.” The two men shook hands and Eric guided them to the beginning of the red carpet. “Dean, you’ll stick back here with me for a few minutes while she answers some questions and then get ready to be blind for about an hour after all the flashes.” Dean chuckled nervously but then smiled down at Raelyn, “Knock ‘em dead.” She smirked up at him and made her way through the reporter line. Raelyn answer questions about her current novel and teasing about her new novel coming out later in the year.
As she approached the last reporter she saw Dean waiting for her talking with Eric. “So, Raelyn, what do you feel is behind the success of the Supernatural series?” Raelyn smiled at the reporter and glanced over to Dean thinking of all the amazing and tragic events in his life. “I believe the series is successful because the characters are relatable. Even if monsters are not real the emotions and decisions Sam and Dean go through are relatable to everyone. They inspire people all around the world to always keep fighting and that they are never alone in their personal battles.” Raelyn thanked the reporter as she stepped over to Dean and they followed Eric to the photographers. Dean slipped his arm behind her with his hand resting on her hip as camera flashes started going off like crazy. They smiled and posed for a few minutes as people yelled to get their attention. Dean leaned down and whispered in her ear, “My cheeks are hurting and I really think I’m going blind.” Raelyn started giggling as they walked off the red carpet and into the venue. There was a check-in table where Eric gave them all their names then they were directed to a table with a bunch of masks. She picked a simple black one for Dean to wear making him sexier and more mysterious than he already was. There was a forest green mask with a feather on the side that she put on and when she faced Dean she watched him suck in a quick breath. She blushed and hooked her arm with his.
They mingled with a few of her acquaintances from the publishing company who handled her books. They sat at a table with Eric and a few others from the company and chatted as they ate an incredible steak dinner. Dean seem to easily chat with anyone which she admired. Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine as if she was being watched. She slowly glanced around not seeing anyone and she shrugged off the feeling. Once the dinner portion was over the President of the National Writers Association made a short speech and then a live band started playing while people danced. A few songs in they played a slow song and Dean stood up hold out his hand, “Care to dance with me?” Raelyn bit her bottom lip and nodded. He led her onto the dancefloor and put his hand on the small of back while he held her other hand slowly swaying them from side to side. “Don’t laugh but I never really danced with anyone before so I’m sorry if I step on your toes or something.” Raelyn chuckled, “You’re doing great Dean. Honestly, you blend right in with everyone as if you were more a part of this world than I am.” He rested his cheek against her ear pulling her closer to him. Raelyn could feel his body tense up slightly as he was about to say something when a gentleman tapped his shoulder.
“May I cut in? I’m a big fan of Miss Nichols.” The gentleman asked as Dean glanced down at her to see if it was okay. She shrugged and then nodded, “Take care of her because I’ll be back for her.” Dean said as he let the man cut in and walked off towards the bar. Raelyn looked up at the man seeing his light blue eyes shine through his lacey black mask. He seemed familiar to her and she was becoming more uncomfortable by the second in his arms. She looked around for Dean and could not see him anywhere. “He is preoccupied and won’t come to your rescue.” As soon as she heard his voice she began to tremble. She felt a piercing pain in her lower back as he pressed a sharp object against her. “Who are you?” she asked as he smiled down at her. Raelyn was starting to have the feeling a déjà vu rising in her. “Not yet, Raelyn. You’ll find out soon enough. You will watch your perfect world crumble and then you will feel the same as I have.”
She knew what was going to happen next, but she could not look away from his eyes. They flashed an electric blue then glossed over to pitch black. “This is all because of you, Raelyn. You are to blame for my life, for my decisions and ultimately for our deaths.” He seethed as he held her arm tightly. She could feel it starting to bruise leaving his hand print on her porcelain skin. “Stop it, please. What did I ever do to you?” she begged and she could feel his body tensing up with anger. “Everything. You did everything to me and I hate you.” He started to drag her towards an exit and no one around her was paying attention to her distress. She went to yell for Dean but the man put his large hand over her mouth, “Shh. This will all be over soon.” He dragged her out the exit door as she struggled against him. The next thing she felt was an intense pain across her face and then everything went black.
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Masquerade Gala: A night where fantasy blurs with reality, where you can become a new you for a couple of hours with nice drinks and cute finger foods.
Date: Saturday the 27th of April
Time: 7 P.M EST -- Whenever you get too "drunk" to function.
