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Castiel Milton was his family's last son; Michael fell, literally, when he struck down his most beloved brother, Lucifer, on the edge of a cliff. Gabriel sustained a mortal wound and disappeared. Raphael was disowned and imprisoned for planning a coup.

And so, when Castiel went missing, all those years ago, after some of the most intense fighting in living memory, everyone knew he was dead. He was a ferocious fighter and a brilliant tactician but there were none left alive after Azazel and Crowley joined forces.

So Dean wept in private over Castiel and in public over John, and put Sam's education above all things, doing what his father had failed to do when Queen Mary died. Sam was the second son and so had a chance for freedom Dean knew was never his.

And Dean plays the part—he courts many, many women, throws legendary parties, travels relentlessly around the kingdom quelling rebellions and hunting down brigands and those who sympathized with Azazel and Lucifer.

But now it's five years on, and the kingdom is impatient, as kingdoms always are. Sam has finished his education, a prince and a scholar, with his warrior days behind him. Rumor has it he's seeking the hand of a merchant's daughter, from Leahy.

(In the past, a match like that would be unthinkable, but then again, Sam is the second son, and the War, which took so many, many lives, made people somehow more pragmatic and more romantic.)

Five years. John can be officially buried—though, of course, his body was never found—as Castiel was, the year previously, in the quiet corner of the Milton family's churchyard, close to the river, where he and Dean spent so many happy hours. He visits Castiel’s grave before he goes on one of his campaigns (each one more dangerous than the last, each time, more reckless), and after, beaten and bloodied but still alive.

Per custom, the week after John's burial is Dean's coronation. They build the King's Pyre in the square and burn John's robes in lieu of his body. He was a harsh man and king, born and died in war, but his sacrifice ended it, an so the people revere him, if not love him. (It's a sentiment his sons share.)

The kingdom mourns. Hunter-kings from other countries pay their respects, queens and empresses send gifts, and every flag flies at half-mast. The palace is draped in black, and remains that way until the last of the smoke from the Pyre clears.

And now Dean faces the real question. He'll be King—for real, actual King—and he'll be expected to marry. Those foreign dignitaries aren't solely here out of respect for John; they know Dean's reputation as a warrior, Sam's as a negotiator, the kingdom's wealth.

He'll have a year, at most, where he can wave off the question with excuses about settling into the role. But he's been acting in John's place for so long now that people will see it for the lie it is.
Rating: T
Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Read more of Gallantry or: The Knight and the Missing Soldier by clicking here.




I-V

Jan. 10th, 2019 09:30 pm
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I.

I'm trying to make the most of my unemployed hours--which assumes, of course that they may be coming to and end--but the fact of the matter is that I like doing very little. I like making tea and sitting on the floor and drinking it over the course of an hour. I like scrolling through Twitter hashtags but not posting much on Twitter (10 years on that particular hellsite, wow). I like rolling around in the glitter and the filth in my head and putting some of that down on paper (well, Google docs), without much push to finish anything.*

II.

 I wanna write about a pirate and an angel having a baby. So I do, for no one but me and a couple of other people.

III.

One no longer has a room of one's own but one is accustomed to be being sly and quiet with one's work, and even more so with one's leisure. 

IV.

Mostly Tumblr was an awful place, but there were good things about it--people I met there which I wouldn't have been able to meet anywhere else. And yes, porn. I miss it for a few reasons but a big one the fact that most pornography is GODAWFUL and curating it is a skill that takes time and and dedication. The other reason is that, you know, my limit for engaging with that particular kind of material is about 20 minutes, tops. Being able to spend 10 minutes on an exquisitely curated queer porn blog and then turn my attention to other things on the same platform was extremely refreshing! 

V.

*I really really do need to finish my WW1 Destiel AU fic. Like REALLY. 
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A digital cover for my short Stranger Things fic 
The Rule of Thirds (3.5k, rated T): Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy spend spring break in a cabin in the woods.

A year ago, I published this Jonathan/Nancy/Steve OT3 fic as a gift to 
[personal profile] aerialiste 





 
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 Three years ago today, I posted The Orange Blossom Bride! 
It's a 15k word, Dean/Cas case fic, and it's a creepy Florida twist on the old Legend of the Mistletoe Bough.

But what you may not have known about this particular fic is that I got the idea from a real photograph...Read more... )

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 OMG, y'all I completed one piece of writing this year. I've said this on other platforms, but I can't quite get over it!

Granted I was a.) grappling with anxiety disorder and medication side effects b.) managing a team for a UK government service (for literally no extra money, whee!) c.) moving to another country but still.

I have, in fact, done a fair amount of writing--Liberty Bonds stands at 38k words, and is just over the halfway point; and of course, there's Eurydice Rising, which is complete and is also the the most controversial fic I've written, percentage-wise (wow, MCU fandom). 

I've started some original things--a selkie femslash story, a space-rescue femslash story, and, for some reason, a story about a pirate and an angel having a baby together. Whether I'll finish any of those, or, indeed anything, in 2019 is uncertain. And What Comes After took me 2 years to complete, after all. (My poor unpopular kid! They don't love you like I love you.)

My goal last year was to divorce myself from my writing, to make my sense of self less dependent on it and how others reacted to it. I think I've accomplished that, but I also wonder if I've gone too far. I'm good, after all, at severing myself from things, having had a lifetime of practice. I'm less tangled up, but I also get no pleasure from anything I've written, because I make a point of not revisiting anything and, if I do it's as though a stranger has written it. 

So maybe this year I need to go the other way, a little bit. I'm not sure how to do that, but I guess I've got a year to find out. 

Oh, and I guess my other goal is: Finish something for god's sake. 


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This is giving me flashbacks to my livejournal days. Hopefully I'll burden you with much less terrible poetry. Instead, I'm gonna give you.....fanfic.


I primarily write for the Supernatural fandom (odd, since I haven't watched the show in years, but that's another story). I focus mostly on Dean/Cas romantically, but emphasize Team Free Will as a whole, and I love Sam Winchester. I also write for Yuri on Ice, and I've dabbled in due South and Stranger Things.

If you want to read my SPN stuff, here you go!
If you're into YoI, here you go!
dS fans, here!

And if you're just interested in general, here's my AO3 account

I'm permanently displaced, probably in bed, and definitely a completely normal adult human, with blood and deoxyribonucleic acid and all of those things.

No, I'm not the ExpatGirl from The Daily Kos, or from Twitter,  but if you came here expecting them, hopefully we can still be friends.

Enjoy!
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