#femme castiel though ...

[drulalovescas]

Castiel's perpetual mood since 1901

[leeandr01d]

All of these books are bangers (and I'm already saying that about the 2 I haven't read). Here are some more from the creppy sapphic side of the shelf.

I Keep My Exoskeletons To Myself (I don't know how to describe this)

Even Though I Knew the End (femme 1920s castiel if they kissed)

A Dowry of Blood (dracula's toxic polycule)

Thistlefoot (baba yaga for modern audiences)

Honorable mention to The Boneshard Daughter for giving Locked Tomb vibes in a different font.

i read a bunchhh of books that were recommended to me prior and now i itch for more recommendations 👁️👁️ specifically lesbian books that are grittier or dark overall pls and thank you

the one's i've already read:

How You Lose The Time War

A Botanical Daughter

The Locked Tomb Series

The Empress of Salt and Fortune

Our Wives Under the Sea

Someone You Can Build a Nest In

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Carmilla

[butterflyslinky]

Ao3 wrapped 30, 6, 17 ✨💛

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? That would have been in "Don't Call Me Angel"; I did not initially plan for Castiel fighting Dagon to be the catalyst for revealing her backstory. The outline had it be a fight between Castiel and Mary, but as the story went on, that no longer made sense and Dagon had been set up as the actual big bad of the story.

6. Favorite title you used? I have to give that one to "The Reaper's Apprentice," though I can't really explain why.

17. Your favorite character to write this year? It's gotta be a tie between flirty wine aunt Rowena in "Don't Shut Me Down" and manipulative femme fatale Dean in "Cinnamon Moonshine." Both of them were a lot of fun in different ways. Rowena is always hilarious, and letting her just hit on Sam without care was no exception. Meanwhile, I didn't expect Dean to be the mastermind behind the noir mystery I was writing, but in the end it was the only thing that made sense and made him a lot more engaging to write.

[snarkymonkeyprime]

You said you needed some prompts right? How’s this for a little snippet?

Dean and Sam accidentally time travel to when Cas was female and they’re looking for ways to get back but neither of them know Cas is... Cas so Dean starts heavily flirting with our amazing femme fatale and then Cas gives him the “..Dean.” and Dean of course loses his mind because that obviously can’t be Cas but holy crap it is

And long story short they find out that all three time traveled but only Dean and Sam stayed the same since they weren’t alive yet and they whip up some angel magic and go home with Dean’s lone star braincell still dinging around his head like a broken screensaver

Hmmm.................:D

     It wasn’t like when Balthazar launched them through that real window into a fake one.  Not quite so seamless.  No, this time, Dean was launched into a wall, the end-table he’d collided with cracking to pieces and Sam had let out the most unholy screech as he’d slammed into the shut door at Dean’s right.

     Injured, but not one to miss a chance, he wheezed, “First time with a door, Sam?”

     His brother kicked him in the calf before lumbering to his feet.  “Holy shit,” he grunted.  He straightened, wincing.  “What the hell happened?”

     Dean sat up, checking for injuries.  Other than ego and some bruising, nothing.  He glanced around, unnerved to find that it wasn’t anywhere he recognized.  Drop cloths scattered the surfaces of furniture, including the one he’d destroyed with his ass.  He hopped to his feet, brushing invisible dirt from his jacket.

     “Balthazar?”  He squinted through the silent room.  “Cas?”

     “Huh.”  Sam tugged on the door he’d crashed into, nodding when it swung open on quiet hinges.  “Well, we’re in someone’s house.”

     “Yeah, but whose?”  Dean pushed Sam back, peering down the well-lit hall.  Crystal sconces glittered with flame, the smell of oil thick in the air.  “Uh, this place is old.”  Old but new.  Everything looked the height of opulence but by virtue of the gas lamps, nowhere near their own decade.

     “Uh, shouldn’t they have warned us?” Sam grumbled.

     Dean considered.  The box they’d found.  That ornate, steam trunk.  As soon as they’d opened it, this had happened.  “Fuck,” he muttered.  He looked at Sam, catching the understanding.  “Why the hell was that in the bunker?”

     “Not my fault,” Sam protested.  He sighed, scratching his head.  “Can you reach Cas?  Maybe your . . .” he waved a hand, “. . . bond will cross time or something.”

     Dean’s face flushed but he tried.  He shut his eyes, pricking that thin line that he knew connected him to the stoic angel.  “Uh, breaker breaker, Cas,” he muttered.  “Bit of a shitstorm we got, pal.”

     The click of heels pulled him from his attempt.  He stiffened, glancing down the hall toward the woman who had stepped through the door at his left.

     He plastered his best, charming smile, hoping like fuck his clothing didn’t look too odd.  He was fairly certain he and Sam didn’t blend but hopefully, they could figure out where and when they were and find a way back.

     The woman hadn’t moved, merely watched Dean with startling blue eyes, black hair loose and soft along her neck and shoulders.  She squinted but remained silent.

     Okay, maybe she’s not all there.  Good, good.  He could work with that.  She was striking, though.  Tall and slender but not waif-like.  The dress she wore was a simple dark blue, the laced up corset black with white trim.  She stepped close, the bustle behind her shifting as she moved.

     “You aren’t meant to be here,” she stated, voice smoky and accented.

     Fuck, we’re in England?  Crap.  He grinned but she only squinted again in response.  “Um,” he coughed, thinking quickly.  He knew Sam was giving him a death glare but Dean plastered his best cockney bullshit and swaggered closer.  “Wrong turn and all, Miss.  We’s best be on our way.”  He doffed an imaginary cap and started shooing Sam toward what he thought was the front door.

     To his surprise, the woman only shook her head, striding up to Dean in a manner that felt far too familiar.  Less than a foot away, she met Dean’s eyes, mouth a tight line.  “No, you’re early.  And in the wrong country.”

     “Uh,” Dean swallowed, unnerved.  He didn’t know what it was about this oddball lady but everything she was doing reminded him of someone far older and more male.  He laughed nervously.  “Just . . . wrong turn, Miss,” he tried again.

     She shook her head, dark hair falling in careful waves.  “Dean.  You are very bad at lying.”

     He stared.

     She stared back, unperturbed.

     “H-how do . . .” he laughed, the sound high-pitched and whistling.  “Uh, h-h-what . . .”

     Her blue eyes didn’t drift from his when she intoned, “Sam.  I assume he touched something he shouldn’t have?”  She turned then to Sam, the same impassive look transplanted on the taller Winchester.

     It was Sam who picked up faster.  “Castiel?” he squawked.

     She frowned but nodded.  “Indeed.”  She poked a finger in Dean’s chest.  “I’m assuming this was a trick of Gabriel’s.”  Her frown darkened.  “Or Balthazar.”  She sighed.  “No matter.”  She lifted her hand, fingertips hovering over Dean’s forehead.  “Hold still.”

     “Wait!” Dean gripped her wrist, meeting her - Castiel’s - eyes.  That familiar blue.  He could see his friend behind her eyes.  The ageless creature he loved.  He paled, swallowing hard.  “Cas . . . is it . . .”

     Her look softened, the faintest of smiles lifting the corner of her lips.  “Try not to be upset when you see me again.”

     This time, Dean frowned.  “Why the hell would I be pissed?”

     She blinked, tugging her hand free to sweep it down her side.  “This vessel.  More to your liking, yes?”  Again, that odd smile.  

     “Oh, like I care about that,” he snapped.  “Your vessel could be a fucking mailbox, Cas; wouldn’t change how I feel.”  And then reddened when both Castiel and Sam stared at him.  “Ignore that,” he muttered, grabbing her hand and pressing her fingers to his forehead.  “Okay.  Zap me.  Now.”

     A full smile bloomed on Castiel’s face.  “I love you, too, Dean.”  She tilted her head.  “But please, stop touching things.”

     The return trip was far less painful, at least on a physical level.  He and Sam were once more standing in front of the steamer trunk, the lid firmly in place.  He squatted down and peered at the markings along one of the old copper bands and bit back a curse.

     Tiny but clear, the smallest etching of a certain annoying archangel, middle fingers on full display.

     “Oh, fuck you, Gabe,” he muttered.  He rose and turned when he realized Sam had been fully silent.

     Sam was struggling not to laugh, his face red and tears streaming down his face.  “A mailbox?” he wheezed.

    “Oh, fuck you, too,” Dean muttered.

     Sam held his hands out as he followed Dean from the storage room.  “Castiel, my Castiel!  Please, send my taxes to the government, my love!”

     “Fuck you, Sam!”

     “Hello, Dean.”

     He stopped, turning to see Castiel in the doorway of his borrowed room.

     Sam slapped his shoulder and pushed past, singing “Hey, Mr. Postman” on his way toward the kitchen.

     Castiel watched him go for a moment before focusing on Dean again.  “I didn’t mean to create a problem for you.”  He looked away then, looking unusually timid.  “No matter my vessel, I know what I feel for you.  But I do understand it may --” he fell silent when Dean grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss.

     Dean sighed as he pulled back, grinning at the amazement across Castiel’s face as he did.  “Thought you knew everything that happened across all time?”

    Castiel’s dark lashes fluttered as he raised a cautious hand, letting it rest on Dean’s chest.  “I avoided what might . . . hurt to know.”

     Dean kissed him again, relaxing when the angel did the same, molding to his arms in the way he’d been dreaming of for too many years.  He pulled away again, swiping a thumb along Castiel’s jawbone.  “You know, you were a pretty hot babe.”

     The angel frowned and opened his mouth, snapping it shut when Dean continued.

     “This vessel’s pretty hot, too.”

     Castiel smiled then, an echo of the raven-haired mistress he’d met.  “Is it?” he murmured.

     Dean laughed then, stealing another kiss.  “It’s the eyes though.  I know those eyes.”  

     “As I know this heart,” Castiel replied.

     “Now who’s being sappy?” Dean chided.  He winced when he caught Sam bellowing more of that damn song.  “Goddammit,” he muttered.  Revenge was very quickly forgotten when Castiel drew him into the room, shutting the door tightly.

     He hated thinking he owed Gabriel for this one.  

[fae-and-night]

Ghost  of A Chance - Day 21

(I am so so sorry for this hiatus, I’m back- most likely without breaks- again, so sorry, okay, now onto the fic)

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Sam mutters under his breath, as he and Castiel haphazardly make their way around the crowded dance floor. A surprising number of people are frequenting this “roaring twenties” themed Halloween party, despite the days old reports of phantom gunfire and frisky but invisible hands. They also apparently haven’t heard about the attempted murder of a man who was possessed to walk off a nearby pier and “sleep with the fishes, see.”

Sam’s still scanning the crowd, but how are you supposed to find an actual mobster from the twenties when all these cosplayers are around? On the dance floor, with a partner in the know, according to Dean. Which is why he’s sitting at the bar grimacing over a gin and tonic while Sam and Cas try desperately to keep up with the swinging and swaying on the dance floor. Currently, Castiel is gamely attempting the “black bottom,” while Sam just tries to keep his elbows from meeting an unsuspecting eye.

Finally, a sadder number stretches over the speakers, and Billie Holiday croons everyone into a slow dance. Sam sighs, but allows Cas to draw him into step. Incredibly grateful for the change of pace, Sam smiles down at him, and his breath catches against Sam’s chin. The stark pinstripe suit accentuates the length of Sam’s legs and the breadth of his shoulders. Sam’s chest heaves against him, close and panting from the previous dance. He takes Castiel’s breath away, and the little mischievous smile at the look on his face makes Castiel think that his own is too easily legible.

Sam dips in, his forehead brushing the brim of Castiel’s fedora. “I’ve gotta admit, I’m kinda enjoying the almost noir vibe of this job.” Castiel cocks his head, tilting his mouth towards Sam’s ear. “Dean has often referred to himself as a hard-boiled detective.” Sam scoffs. “I bet. Let me guess, I’m the femme fatale who’s a constant pain in the ass?” Sam’s heard it every time they watch a classic detective film on tv.

Castiel combs the little curl of Sam’s slicked back hair back away from his face. “Do you like things with a ‘noir vibe,’ Sam?” he avoids the question, scanning for anything suspicious. No specters so far, though Dean’s beginning to look less amused the longer the song goes on.

Billie Holiday laments that she “don’t stand a ghost of a chance,” while Cas cradles Sam’s hand and waist. Sam brushes his chin against Castiel’s hat, letting Cas lead him around the floor during the piano solo. “Yeah, there’s something that reminds me of the life. The mystery and intrigue. The cynical detective with a soft spot. The story beats,” Sam chuckles, then bends to Castiel’s ear, “plus, I kinda had a thing for Bogey.”

Castiel considers this, humming his acknowledgment. Before Sam can psych himself out about going to far, Castiel brings their bodies closer. “Perhaps it’s the trench coat?” Castiel teases, absolutely deadpan against Sam’s cheek.

Sam freezes, then collapses into Castiel’s shoulder, unable to contain his laughter. They’ve halted in the middle of the dance floor, and the others drift around them with little fuss. Sam’s trying to get it together while the song ends, but Castiel starts him going all over again when he states, “Dean appears put out by our enjoying ourselves.” When Sam collects himself, he straightens and wipes his eye. Sure enough, Dean’s scowling at them over his drink and jerking his hand in the universal sign for “cut that out.” Sam snorts. “Well, he’s really gonna hate this then,” Sam laughs. He grabs Castiel’s hat with one hand while reeling him in by the tie with the other.

Behind the shield of the fedora, they share their first kiss in the midst of a crazy Charleston. Guess that Billy got it wrong this time.  

[hannahhostofheaven]

Wanted: Castiel muse up for a challenge

Duplicate challenge: These are all hanstiel Squared starters. I am looking for a Castiel muse, but note that this would require you to play a double of your character. There will be two Castiels and two Hannahs. Only inquire if you think you might be up for the challenge of playing doubles.

PS: I love plotting and I love angst so if any of these sparks any imagination for you, let me know.

Send an Ask with the number you want and I will send you a starter. Note, this is only for Castiel muses who are willing to play doubles and ship Hanstiel squared (Castiel, Hannah, Femme!Cas, and Male!Hannah). To differentiate, I usually call male Hannah, Hana to avoid confusion. Or sometimes, Hans. You could use Castielle, Cassie, or any other alteration of Castiel’s name to avoid confusion.

Also note on shipping: It would be a poly ship. But the two Hannah’s have more of a brother/sister relationship and the two Castiel’s have the same. So it would be Castiel/Hannah, Castiel/male!Hannah, Femme!Cas/Male!hannah, and Femme!cas/Hannah. Not Castiel/Femme!Cas or Hannah/Male!Hannah.

Trigger warnings; I am always up for angsty dark themes. I like hurt/comfort, whump and I really have no restrictions. So if you want things to get dark, let me know.

Current Partners: I am up for different RPGs with the same partners!

Starters

Dystopia AU: Lucifer ended up taking over heaven and the world and turns Earth into an apocalypse where humans are hunted and bred for sport. Due to an accident, Castiel and Hannah were duplicated and now the four of them live in a cave with some humans which they are trying to protect from Lucifer. Things look bleak, especially when the angel’s grace is beginning to fade. 

Cinderella AU: Hannah and her twin brother, Hans live outside town on a manor. They are treated like peasants by their evil stepmother and stepsister. Meanwhile, Castiel, the heir to the throne, is being urged to find a mate and produce an heir before his father dies. Castiel also has a twin, Castielle.

Dungeons AU: Castiel and Hannah are captured by demons. After a few torturous spells, they are duplicated using magic. Now, the four angels must find a way to escape the demons with their duplicates.

College AU: It’s Hannah’s first day of college, and she and her twin brother are both excited for dorm life.

Wedding bells AU: Planning a wedding can be hard enough, but four weddings? Castiel, Castielle, Hannah, and Hana are living together and dreaming of their four destination weddings in Europe, but everything seems to be going wrong. 

Mars AU: Castiel, Castielle, Hannah, and Hana are four scientists who have been selected to help colonize Mars. 

Hunters Au: After falling from heaven and having their grace duplicated, the four angels have decided to become monster hunters.

Fantasy AU: In a fantasy world, four adventurers set off on a quest to save their kingdom.

Separated at birth: Four orphans grew up not knowing each other. All had tragic childhoods. All have struggled. One has been homeless, one was abused, one has a chronic illness, and one thought they had everything but lost it all in a tragedy. They never knew the other existed until they end up at the same job together. Warning: Dark! Triggers in this one for sure!

Family farm: Castiel, Castielle, Hannah, and Hana just bought a farmhouse together and are talking about starting a family. But what will heaven think and what with their friends think? And someone isn’t so happy for them.

Roaring 20s: Two rival bootlegger families. Castiel and Castielle fall in love with Hannah and Hana even though they know that their fathers will be furious.

[ao3feed-deanandsam]

To Become, If Fortunate by roachbones

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To Become, If Fortunate

by roachbones

Sam and Dean are both trans, in opposite directions. A snapshot fic featuring trans masc Dean and trans femme Sam, though primarily from Dean's perspective, as they both work through transitioning later in life and all of the hurdles that come with it, while still having to battle the usual monsters of the week.

Words: 2206, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)/works)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer

Relationships: Dean Winchester &Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer &Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Trans Dean Winchester, Trans Sam Winchester, Needles, Daddy Issues, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, except john winchester, fuck that guy, Eventual Castiel/Dean Winchester, bobby is deans dad as he should be, dean has a fear of needles, this is my party and the cw is not invited, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

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[lucywatches]

Captain Marvel (2019)

 When I first started this marathon back in the early months of 2019, Captain Marvel was not yet available on streaming, and, because I as a rule hate Marvel, I had no intentions of paying any money to see it in the cinema, so I skipped it. So be aware that I watched this three years after my first reviews were written, so I did actually come in with some prior knowledge. However, because I am stupid and also don’t care about any of these plots, the knowledge was incredibly minimal. So, with that out of the way, here it is: my Captain Marvel review!

We open with a close up of some falling rocks and then cut to a close up of the face of our queer icon, Brie Larson, who appears to be bleeding some fucking blue shit which is 100% normal and not at all need for concern. Remember when she played the bitchy femme ex girlfriend on Scott Pilgrim vs. the World? What a time.

She’s apparently in a super futuristic world and I am immediately confused and disappointed. I hate super sleek space cities in sci-fi; they always feel really hollow and empty. She’s woken up by a man who may actually be Jude Law this time? JJ Feild got me fucked up so bad I can never actually tell if someone is Jude Law or just a blonde British man with a good nose. I can’t be bothered to check though so I’m just calling hime Jude from here on out. Her immediate response is to being woken up is to ask “wanna fight?” which honestly, girl, same.

They fight and then have a chat about controlling your emotions to be a fighter and something about a Supreme Intelligence that takes the form of someone you worship, so you aren’t totally wiped out by their actual appearance, so they’re clearly Castiel from Supernatural. Also we find out her name is VERS. FUCKING VERS. DID THEY NOT RUN THIS PAST A SINGLE QUEER PERSON???

This place super futuristic but still got all these damn steps. What’s a matter, couldn’t afford an escalator? Literally what the fuck is happening with the ripple thing? And isn’t this meant to take place before Iron Man, so like why is this SO futuristic? Is there time travel? Also is she an alien? A robot? Literally fucking what is this. 

Okay so apparently she’s an alien. I guess Thor is a god so I can roll with aliens too.

Anyways, after a chat with the Supremes, she heads off on a mission of some kind with Jude and the Boiz. There is some kind of battle with these green doppelganger alien things and I really don’t quite know what’s happening but it is NOT going well. Brie gets captured by the green dudes and is strung up upside down in some pretty heavy duty restraints and suddenly we’re in a flashback? Anyways she’s in an airforce uniform and it’s fucking hot. More of this please. We start flipping through her memories when holy hot wife Batman! WAIT IS SHE A LESBIAN???? LIKE FOR REAL AND NOT JUST ON TUMBLR????? Who’s gotdamn baby is that??? The aliens are looking for the human her Supreme Intelligence mimicked because she has an engine they need I guess? They figure out she’s on what I presume is Earth, but just as they’re making their way there, Brie blasts out of her restraints (no explanation as to how), beats the shit outta these aliens, hauls ass into a ship and is like “peace bitches, I’m outta here” before crash landing SPECTACULARLY on a Blockbuster Video, despite the fact she should probably have died at least six times over during this whole sequence.

A cop calls this tun of events in and who should show up but Samuel L. Jackson and Son of Coul! I know these guys! They try to take her in, but turns out the green bois have also made their way to earth and are in hot pursuit and it turns in to a chase scene that goes on for way too long. It’s giving Supernatural episode with the shape shifting. It’s giving a Western with the train fight scene. It’s giving Final Destination with the falling metal nearly taking out Jackson and Son of Coul. But oh shit my boy, that’s not Son of Coul!! 

The chase ends with Not Coul dead and Brie stealing a sexist’s motorbike and honestly, good for her. As an aside, Brie Larson on a motorbike IS the female gaze. No I will not be elaborating on this.

Jackson takes Not Coul’s body back to base for investigation and there is something very suss about glasses guy. Turns out he is suss because he is in fact, a green boi.

Jackson and Brie meet back up and head to a top secret looking place to investigate things. They are intercepted by Coach Tanaka from Glee who locks their asses up which, fair, they are very suss. They Mayguver their way out of the lock-up using sticky tape and go running for the archives for some answers. Oh the motion sensor lights on old archival shelves scratches a good part of my librarian brain. They also come across the cat from the flashback, who is also very suss. It’s giving Mrs. Norris. Turns out Hot Wife is involved somehow, and the Supreme Lady was an alien on earth too. Brie contacts Jude and proceeds to gaslight her out of having a single emotion or a shred of agency. Green Boi Glasses then arrives on the scene and tries to take them into custody but with some help from Son of Coul (#golittlerockstar), Jackson and Brie make it outta there.

They find Hot Wife who is apparently not her wife, because the child calls Brie “aunty” in the most shocking example of queer baiting since Interview With a Vampire. I mean, look at all those photos; those are two gay mothers in love, raising their daughter. I have never been invested in a relationship more.

But then, the green bois are back, back, back again, and this time one of them found a fucking blazer! My boi be looking SHARP. Also, who the fuck voices this man because he sounds SO familiar. (After a quick google, turns out I don’t recognise him and I just assume an Australian accent is someone I know). Green boi reveals that actually the green bois are the good guys and the other aliens are coloniser pieces of shits, in a great fucking rug pull. We get a flashback explaining wtf actually happened with the crash and the engine thingo and turns out Hey Jude is a monster, but honestly I actually don’t give a single shit.

Brie and Hot Wife are peer pressured by their daughter to go fight for the green bois because this child really out here ready to emotionally manipulate her mother into a super dangerous mission just so she can get her mums back together. 

Brie, Hot Wife, green boi and Jackson head off in a space ship and find the magic lab in the sky and there it is, more fucking blue shit. ALSO MAYBE DON’T LET THE CAT TOUCH IT HEY? Also turns out the lab is a straight up refugee camp. and MY BOY TALOS GOT A WHOLE ASS FAMILY. They got me crying in the fucken club with this reveal. Then BOOM, Hey Jude and the bois bust in and the fight is on! They’ve taken her powers, but Brie was like “oh you’ve taken my powers? I’ll beat yo ass raw bitch”. But they catch her and keep her in some weird blue ripple shit where she goes inside herself and fights her demons in a super satisfying scene where she realises her power is that a good bitch never stays down. She busts the hell out of the ripple and the escape is on with Hot Wife, Jackson and the cat off to save the greens and Brie Larson out to create a diversion.

NOT THE NO DOUBT SOUNDTRACK. MA’AM, THE ENERGY!

[thran-duils]

Home

TITLE:  Home (Femme Fatale, Part 3) PAIRING: Reader/AU Mobster!Castiel SUMMARY:  In 1920s Seattle, Castiel runs an underground alcohol trade, soon too open his own speakeasy, and dabbles in loan sharking. He has eyes set on the reader, who enjoys a good chase and having a man wrapped around her finger. Castiel was getting himself tied in tightly and despite her best efforts, the reader was doing the same. WORDS: 2,017 AUTHOR’S NOTE: Final part! I was not kidding about the fragmented parts. Lol!

Part 2 || Masterpost  || Fanfic masterpost

Your lace gown clung to your body, your gloves reaching your elbows.

“You refuse to let me carry you?” Castiel questioned, his fingers holding on tighter on your waist.

Throwing him a smirk, you quipped, “I can walk just fine on my own, Mr. Novak.”

Castiel stopped, letting one of his men unlock the front door and push it open. He leaned in, giving you a light kiss. “Well, fine, I will let you walk then, Mrs. Novak.”

Walking over the threshold of your new home, you felt a tingling feeling deep in your stomach. You were still nervous about having made the commitment, no matter how much you loved him. You felt like you were giving up a part of your independence becoming Mrs. Novak rather than Y/N. You knew Castiel treasured you but society would now see you as merely his wife rather than you.

This was yours now though. The marbled staircase, the grand ballroom, the swimming pool in the back. Your heels clicked on the floor as you slowly surveyed your surroundings. You had been here countless times but now you were entering as a permanent resident.

Feeling Castiel grasp your hand, you turned your head to look at him. “I assure you the place will be decorated for the reception later today.”

“I’m surprised you hadn’t already had people working,” you teased.

“I wanted you to enjoy walking into your home without people bustling around and ruining the atmosphere.”

“Always thinking of others.”

Castiel’s eyes twinkled as he responded, “Always thinking of you, пчела.”

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You paced back and forth in your parlor, chewing on your fingernail anxiously. Castiel had been gone for hours and had not sent word. The cops had come and picked him up in the middle of the day. How he had been so calm about it and reassured you it was a misunderstanding, you didn’t know. The cops had been threatening him more and more, coming down hard on his bravka and other bootleggers in the Seattle area.

There was a small kick in your stomach and you rested your hand. You were stressing the baby out with your worrying. Beginning to take deep breaths, you began counting, trying to relax yourself.

“Mrs. Novak?” Opening your eyes you saw one of your servants looking at you curiously. “Are you alright?”

Forcing yourself to nod, you replied, “I’m alright. Just��� I would like some tea.”

The servant nodded in acknowledgment and left you again.

Footsteps coming up the staircase and loud voices caught your attention at the front door. You froze for a moment, your mind going to the worst place. But, you calmed when you recognized one of the voices just as the door swung open, and Castiel strode in, his face red from the cold breeze and snow. A couple of his men were behind him.

You were at his side instantly, “Are you alright, love?”

“Fuck those, pigs,” Castiel told you, his voice low and on the verge of a growl. He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before removing his hat and hanging it, along with his coat, by the door. His men were doing the same.

“Cas!” you gasped, hitting him in the chest.

He caught your hand and brought it up to his lips, laying a soft kiss on it. “Does that offend you, Цветок?”

“Well… yes. I mean, I don’t know.”

“Then I won’t say it anymore. I just know that asshole in particular is adamant about taking me away from you.”

You said worriedly, “I don’t want that.”

A small smirk tugged at Castiel’s lips, “You don’t?”

“Never.”

Castiel’s smile was so smug and he leaned in, giving you a deep kiss. “I love you, Цветок.”

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Slowly pushing the frosting out of the bag, you painted a delicate flower on one of the hundred cupcakes in front of you. You had decorated almost all of them by now and the smell of the frosting was starting to get to you.

Placing the frosting down on the table, you wiped at your brow as the door behind you opened. Margaret entered the room behind you and sighed loudly. She was carrying boxes and put them in a chair.

“I told you I was going to do that for you, Y/N. You shouldn’t be working on this. You said the smell made you nauseous.”

“I wanted to do something for our friend’s bridal shower. And since we have the dessert shop and we took the order, I feel like this is the best opportunity.”

“She would have just wanted you to show up and that would have been more than enough considering your state!”

Yes, yes, the baby. You were starting to get annoyed that people were treating you so fragile. Yes, you felt a little sick from the smell but it was a small price to pay.

Stepping away from the table, you gestured out, “You can finish the rest. But, I do think I did a good job.”

Margaret approached the table and her eyes scanned them all. Despite herself, she did smile. Her eyes met yours and she stated, “You always do a good job, Y/N.” She touched the side of your face affectionately and added, “Stacy will love them. Now, go sit. I brought lunch. Or do you not feel like eating? It’s tomato soup and sandwiches.”

Over lunch, she cleared her throat and said, “Y/N… Jimmy said the cops came by our house again. Have they been at yours since last time?”

Swallowing your food, you wondered why she brought this up so nonchalantly. You imagined there should have been some Segway into the conversation rather than asking it out of the blue.

You shook your head, “No. Why did they come by?”

She sighed loudly and answered, “They’re bugging him again. It’s downright bullying if you ask me. They’re trying to break one of them down to rat on the others. I know Jimmy wouldn’t but it worries me that they keep trying. I mean… what if they eventually do find something on them? Enough to take them away?”

You said nothing to this. This had crossed your mind so much in the past six months since you and Castiel had made it official that you had forced yourself to stop thinking about it. Hearing it reaffirmed by someone else, especially your best friend whose husband was a partner with Castiel, made your heart sink.

Margaret looked on the verge of tears, “What would we do?”

There was only one thing to do. You had been standing on your own before you met and married Castiel. If you were forced into a position where you were alone again…

“Survive, Margaret.”

<> <> <>

The calm had only lasted another month or so. And then your worst fear that had creeped up on you became a truth and were left on your own.

Rushing after the cops holding onto both of Castiel’s arms, you demanded shrilly, “Where… where are you taking him?”

Their response was abrasive, “Jail.”

Ignoring them, you exclaimed frantically, “Cas?”

“Цветок, it’s okay –” He tried to say to you over his shoulder.

“How is this okay?” you cried.

Somehow, he used his strength to stop and turn slightly towards you, much to the displeasure and annoyance of the cops, “Sweetheart, I promise. Just do what I told you.”

Without thinking, you rushed forward, ignoring the protests of the cops and grabbed Castiel’s face. Your lips landing on his were like waves crashing, the power of it threatening to overtake you. You were desperate to remember what he tasted like and how he smelled.

You were yanked from him and you let out a choked cry. You barely registered one of the cops scolding the one that had handled you so roughly, “Be careful! She’s pregnant!”

Castiel uttered, “Wait for me, Цветок” before he was forced around and shoved towards the copper car.

The sirens engulfed you, the row of the journalists trying to sweet talk their way – how had they known about this arrest anyway? – past the line of police officers to get a word in with you or anyone that would talk… they were lost as you stared at Castiel’s bright blue eyes staring back at you from the other side of the window.

Then he was gone.

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Crouching next to the stroller, you placed the stuffed animal back into your child’s hands. Their eyes were drooping, threatening to take a nap despite the noise of the prison bells going off every now and again. Their tiny fingers wrapped into the fur of the toy and they held it close to them.

For the past two years, Castiel had been refused to see his child. They wouldn’t allow children into the prison during visiting times, only you. You had been enough he had told you and although you knew it was true, you knew he had longed deeply to see his toddler. He’d missed their first steps, their first word….

Straightening up, you brushed out the wrinkles in your coat. You were getting antsy. It was two minutes to 10 o’clock and you would finally be able to touch Castiel again.

It felt like a millennium before you saw him coming up the walkway with guard around him. Your heart was going a mile a minute, your hand instinctively reaching out towards him before you forced yourself to put your hand on your necklace and clench it. You didn’t want to seem too desperate.

All he was focusing on was you and he didn’t break stride, barely missing the gate as it rolled open, the guards left behind the gate as he walked out a free man.

His small bag of personal belongings hit the ground and you were pulled to him like a magnet. It felt like you were whole again when he kissed you, enveloping you to him. You wanted to stay embraced forever, him holding you like this.

You imagined yourself a few years prior laughing at you for being so attached to a man you had played all those games with. The joke had been on you though because all you had desired for years was his skin on yours again.

“You don’t know how much I missed you, Цветок,” he breathed against your mouth.

Tears were running down your face and there was not a care about your makeup. You brought his hand to your lips and gave him a deep kiss, your eyes closing against the bliss.

A soft coo from the stroller made your eyes pop open and you remembered. Castiel’s mouth fell open slightly, elation passing his face, as he remembered there was someone else he loved here.

His pull away from you was slight and he crouched down, peering into the stroller. He looked beside himself, trying to keep his breathing calm all the while a wide smile was trying to work itself into his expression. His eyes were so full of love, you felt your heart bursting.

Testing the waters, he reached his hand into the stroller, stroking the child’s small hand. When he was met with no protest, he reached his other hand inside, wrapping his fingers around their tiny body. He was careful when he pulled them out of the stroller, wrapping their blanket around them as he held them close to his chest.

“She/He is beautiful,” Castiel breathed, staring down at his baby.

“She/He has your eyes.”

This made him smile broader and he actually had tears brimming his own eyes. He brushed a small piece of hair out of their face before reaching out a hand towards you. You accepted his invitation and let him pull you close.

The three of you standing together felt like home. You had always questioned falling in love with him in case he was taken from you. And although he had been, you did not regret the choice you had made. Being by his side made you feel complete.

~~~

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[fucked-up-little-creeture]

I'm just gonna reblog this cause I know this'll get long...

@la-femme-lupita Me, personally, I didn't care about the ending to HL at all, since I never liked any of the original boys and only played for customization. However, I can completely understand why people think it is a bad ending, my thing is that just because MCL is a bad otome game does not mean you can exclude it from the genre. Otome games are often dating sims aimed at girls that offer cute boys (sometimes girls, most Japanese games would not offer a female route unless it was a 'friendship' route, and Western ones are more inclined to include LGBT options) to date and romance, but the actual definition is just a video game aimed at girls. BL games also fall under the otome genre.

So, despite how bad of a game MCL can be, it still falls under otome. I wasn't really trying to defend the game's quality (even if I do like both HL and UL, the latter more than the former) but I do take issue with trying to remove it from the genre just because of it's quality.

Also, even if the game does include steamy scenes, it can't be considered eroge. Eroge games have very explicit sexual content, to the point where (at least in Japan) genitalia must be censored due to pornography laws. (Unfortunately) MCL does not have explicit genitalia or penetration, so it wouldn't fall under that category. I wish it would though, theres a very small number of 18+ otome games, it's not fair to leave all the steamy stuff just catering to men.＼(;´□｀)/

And, just lemme quickly address some things you said （＾～＾）

1. I do agree there were waaay too many things left unattended to in HL, partly contributing to the lack of quality in both games

2. UL does kind of give you the option of playing a character who did not go through HL, so there is that, but I don't know how well that was implemented so I can't comment further on it.

3. I definitely feel like it was unfair to bring back some boys instead of others, but I also understand why only Castiel and Nathaniel were brought back. To explain my thoughts, that require going into some REALLY deep cuts about who I think UL's target audience is, the actual quality of the HL boys regarding character writing and physical design, and how they wouldn't fit into UL's tone at all. And i'm kinda nervous to share my thoughts because a lot of my analysis came out of a conversation with a friend I had, someone who goes out of her way to avoid playing Western dating sims and who was really shit-talking the boys to the point where i felt bad for liking them even a little bit( ￣△￣) Sk if you care at all to know my thoughts, just let me know and i'll elaborate...

@uncuentofriki

1. I wasn't friends with them, but I actually knew a LOT of boys in high school who were waaaaay more attractive than the MCL boys, and that kinda ties in with what I implied above (Like, they MCL boys are cute, but actual overall character design is... kinda ugly and bland)

2. You can justify the amount of crap that Candy goes through in HL in that there has to be SOMETHING going on otherwise, so this level of unrealism is acceptable. However...

3. There is a term known as "Willing Suspension of Disbelief" and this basically means that in a fictional story, there are certain levels of unrealism that are acceptable for a fictional story to be able to tell it's own story. But when you as a reader are asked to do this far too many times, then what that does is break your immersion and ability to enjoy the story foe what it is. For me, and orobably a lot of players, this is what happened in HL. I recently replayed Ep 1 and oh god, it does not even TRY to immerse you in it's world, story, or character, it very much feels like a tutorial of "this is what you are going to be doing for the next 40 episodes" rather than trying to introduce a story where you are a new girl at a new school. These levels of goofines really hurt the story and tone of the game for me, to the point where I couldn't immerse myself in later episode when they DID try to give you more grounded stories and world building.

UL immediately tries to rectify this in that the introduction episode teaches you almost everything you need to know, and then the entirety of episode 1 seamlessly immerses you into it's world and characters... or it would, if the transition from HL to UL wasn't so awful. I would like to know what the opinion is of someone who just went straight into playing UL rather than playing through HL beforhand...

In conclusion though, I appreciate what little realism UL is attempting to give us, as it feels like a proper story with proper characters in comparison to HL.

There’s one simple rule in otome games: get the happy ending with the chosen route offered in the game.

This is something that wasn’t offered to the audience of My Candy Love.

Back in 2012 this otome was launched with 2 boys, Castiel and Nathaniel, and slowly new boys were added in the harem.

When you present an otome with a certain amount of juicy boy…ahem routes, the player has to make a choice from them and settle their mind in order to get the good ending.

Beemoov failed to provide that.

While they claims they did the break up thing and the choice to remove 3 boys, for realistic contents, I cannot consider My Candy Love as an otome as I didn’t get my diabetic happy ending that is a must for otomes.

I can forgive author’s choices about scenarios, chara developments, plot story and all, as this is their story and I cannot expect to bend their persona to appease my personal taste, but it’s unforgivable to offer me a product that doesn’t meet the main goal which makes these game otomes.

To me this is the end of an era. I would be disappointed if I got this outcome after some months of game playing, but as I started to play since 2012, I am pissed off that I wasted my time with this game.

I do not recommend this “otome” to anyone.

[thran-duils]

She’s a Vamp

TITLE:  She’s a Vamp (Femme Fatale, Part 2) PAIRING: Reader/AU Mobster!Castiel SUMMARY:  In 1920s Seattle, Castiel runs an underground alcohol trade, soon too open his own speakeasy, and dabbles in loan sharking. He has eyes set on the reader, who enjoys a good chase and having a man wrapped around her finger. Castiel was getting himself tied in tightly and despite her best efforts, the reader was doing the same. WORDS: 2,006

Also, I tagged everyone from the King!Cas fic. I separated ones from that who were on the “Castiel” tags before or requested to be on there. Please let me know if you want to be added to the permanent Castiel tags or not!

Part 1 || Part 3 || Masterpost  || Fanfic masterpost

The party had come to a close and Castiel retired to his parlor with a couple close friends. Castiel had kept himself in check most of the night, only reaching a buzz and riding the waves of that rather than diving deeper into full drunkenness. Now, he let go, pouring himself a healthy glass of brandy and settled down into a chair, taking a large swig.

“I see you were speaking to Y/N again,” Sam commented, swirling his brandy.

There was a noticeable change in Castiel’s demeanor. A fleeting smile on his face before he straightened and answered, “I was.”

“I heard she snubbed you about living here,” Sam said, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a drink.

Sighing, Castiel responded, “She is comfortable where she is. It is understandable.”

Sam cocked an eyebrow and said, “I was more so commenting on your insinuation that you wanted her to live here with you.” Castiel looked confused by his statement and Sam elaborated, “You’ve only just met her.”

“I met her in August. It’s the end of November.”

“And she’s ignored you the most of that time.”

Castiel retorted, “She’s accepted every invitation I have given her.”

Sam tried another angle, “How much do you know about her?”

“Quite a lot.”

“He’s invested a lot of time into that,” Dean stated sitting down in the chair closest to the fire. Castiel narrowed his eyes at him. “I admire your persistence. I don’t think she’s ignoring you. She’s responding as she’s been conditioned to. Slowly and flirtatiously.”

“It’s agonizing to watch, my friend,” Sam said, taking another drink.

Castiel responded smartly, “Then don’t watch.”

Dean snorted at this and Sam even gave a little smile of amusement at it. Dean chimed in, “Sam’s just watching out for you. You are jumping in quite quickly, which granted, I’ve been guilty of too. But…”

“But what?”

“She’s a vamp,” Dean said to Castiel, holding his cigar out towards Sam.

Castiel shot him a look as Sam corrected taking the cigar from Dean, “The epitome of femme fatale.” He took a deep inhale of the cigar, letting it out slowly.

Shifting in his seat, Castiel moved his eyes between the pair of them, looking irritated. “She’s flirtatious, yes. She’s also adventurous and has plans for herself. She’s part of the new generation of women, she’s got dreams. I will allow her to figure out how she wants to pursue those in a reasonable amount of time. But, mark my words, she will be my wife.” He took a long drink of his brandy, keeping eye contact with them, gauging their reaction.

“That’s confident,” Dean snorted.

Sam said, “You’re carrying a torch, Cas.”

Dean shot back, “I wouldn’t even say that. I would say he’s head over heels!” Sam nodded in agreement.

Castiel’s feathers were ruffled, it was obvious by his set jaw. Dean, again, jumped in to save ship, “Well, at least one thing is for sure. She isn’t only into you for your dough. Otherwise, she would have already moved in and spent half your fortune.”

“Exactly. So, lay off,” Castiel told them. “Now, are we going to play cards or what? I’ve tired of this conversation.”

<> <> <>

“You’ve been on multiple dates with him, what are you waiting for?” Margaret questioned you quietly as the two of you searched through clothing racks.

Shooting her a look, you taunted, “You shouldn’t be encouraging me to be sinful, Marg. What would your parents think?” You picked up a blouse, hanging it delicately over your shoulder to not wrinkle the material.

“Oh, come off it!” Margaret chuckled, following you to another rack. “I mean, is everything going alright? Do you even like him?”

“Of course I like him.”

“Then why not allow him in more? And you know what I mean.”

You looked around the room to see if anyone was close and when you saw the coast was clear, you leaned in, “I’m planning to, if you really need to know.”

“When?” She asked exasperated.

“The weekend. He is taking me to the San Juans.”

Margaret’s mouth fell open and hissed, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing Parker?”

Immediately she blushed giving you a little shove in the arm. “That’s a secret!”

“A secret you didn’t even tell your best friend!”

“I’ve told no one! How did you even –”

“Please, the way he looks at you and you back at him. It’s a soap opera, really. One could figure it out if they only took a few moments to analyze the situation.”

Margaret cleared her throat and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, openly embarrassed you had figured it out. Smirking, you tapped her cheek, “I think it’s a fine match. You’re doing alright for yourself.”

The smile on her face was shy, “Are you sure?” You nodded and her face broke out into a wide smile. “Come. Now that you’ve wiggled your way into it, I’ll tell you about it over coffee.”

“Can you spot me a few clams for coffee?”

“I wouldn’t have to spot you if you would just stop dragging Castiel around,” Margaret replied haughtily and you rolled your eyes, smiling at the fact that you had walked right into that one. She pulled out her wallet just the same for you though as the two of you walked up towards the register. “My only condition is that you give me all the details when you have some tea to spill.”

You crossed your heart, “I promise.”

<> <> <>

“I’ve got to see a man about a dog,” Castiel told you before he pushed himself out of the booth. You smirked at him amused and he tossed you a sheepish grin, “I guess I don’t have to be inconspicuous about it here.”

You pointed out, “You wouldn’t be inconspicuous if you said that outside of here either. All the coppers know what that means by now.”

“True.”

When he walked away, you picked up your drink and sipped the rest of it remaining in the glass. He had invited you to his speakeasy, just as he had promised, as soon as it opened. The whiskey was top notch and the atmosphere was lively. Sometimes you thought he was spoiling you too much for what you gave out – which had been next to nothing other than your company and attention – and yet he always seemed thirsty for more. The two of you were leaving for the islands in the morning and despite the early morning, you were excited to drink tonight with him.

Suddenly, you noticed a man sitting across the way, trying to make eye contact with you through the crowd. He was not being subtle about it either and you smirked inwardly, the sudden need to play games bubbling up in you. The way he was looking at you wasn’t simply as if he was interested, it was lewd. As flattered as you were, you knew other women wouldn’t like the intense stare so you decided to teach him a lesson while simultaneously rousing Castiel’s need.

Pushing yourself out of the booth, you cut your gaze from him over to the wall where there was a collection of records to choose from. You hopped up on the built-in bench on the wall and pulled a few in front of you, examining them. As you expected, you felt the air move in front of you and knew that the man had joined you. You suspected he had not seen you with Castiel, otherwise he would not try to approach you.

“Looks like your drink is empty.”

Looking up at him, you responded flirtatiously, “I have quite a habit of emptying them.”

The man looked amused by this and asked, “What could I get you, doll?”

“You sure you want to go down that path, honey?”

“You got something you need to warn me about?”

“A lot of jealous exes.”

Chuckling, the guy leaned in, his eyes drinking you in, “I’m sure. But, I think I can handle a couple jealous exes, sweetheart. I would love to go down a path with you.”

My, my, he was confident. Your fingers twirled around his tie and you smirked devilishly, placing the records down with your free hand. Grinning, you pulled him down and his lips landed on yours. He seemed taken aback for a second before he fell into the kiss, shifting closer and placing a hand on the wall by your head. His other hand ran up your thigh, circling patterns.

“Oh,” you gasped slightly, pulling away from him. His eyes were hungry, dilated with arousal and you apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I must have just –”

His hand left your thigh, touching your jawline, tracing it. “You must have what? Come on, doll, don’t play coy. You don’t have to be ashamed. I for one, am happy that you did that –”

You heard the unmistakable deep growl from behind him and you smiled, leaning back on the bench. “Сними свои руки!”

Giving him a quick smile, you told him, “Oh, yeah, and I had a warning about that.”

The guy’s eyes widened slightly and he turned around meeting Castiel face to face.

“Beat it!” Castiel snarled at the guy.

With his ego on the line, the guy straightened up and asked, “You really think I’m going to let a foreigner tell me what to do in my own country?”

Castiel stepped closer, his eyes intense. You smiled at his intensity, feeling your stomach flutter, wanting nothing more than to have him take you right then and there.

“This foreigner owns this place. This foreigner runs the vory in this county. And this foreigner is telling you to get away from his woman and get the fuck out of his establishment unless you want to get your head caved in.”

The man’s demeanor had deflated the more Castiel spoke and he cleared his throat, looking at Cas nervously. He finally stammered, “Well, you need to tell your woman to not go around kissing random men!”

He shot you a pissed off look before storming off and heading towards the door. Your eyes followed him and you smirked at his retreating back, satisfied with how that conversation had gone.

When you turned your gaze back to Castiel, he looked a mixture of confusion and irritation. “You kissed him?”

You tutted, reaching out and taking your drink from him, “Cas, I was only trying to get drinks.”

At this admittance, Castiel’s eyes flashed, going from concern to anger in a matter of seconds.

“You’re on a date with me, цветок! If you want a drink ask.”

“He was being a creep. You should have seen the way he was staring at me. It was insulting really that he even approached me. But, I taught him a lesson – with your help – and hopefully he won’t go around preying on women like that for much longer.”

Castiel moved closer to you and you felt cornered against the wall. Yet, all you could feel was the flame burning hotter inside you, knowing you had struck a nerve with him. You looked up at him innocently, flicking the cigarette into the ash tray, keeping eye contact with him.

“The only man you pay attention to is me, da?”

“What if I got places to be?” you teased him.

Again, Castiel’s eyes flashed and he told you in a low, rumbling voice, “The only place you’re going to be is on a bed, pinned down. Do you understand me?”

That was bold of him and you were turned on by his assertion. Smirking, you nipped at his nose, a wide grin on your face. “Is that a promise?”

“Да, маленькая пчела. I promise.”

He couldn’t resist you.

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Сними свои руки -- Snimi svoi ruki! (Get your hands off her!) Цветок – tsvetok (Flower) Да, маленькая пчела -- Da, malen'kaya pchela. (Yes, little bee)

~~~

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[thran-duils]

Anything For You

TITLE:  Anything For You (Femme Fatale, Part 1) PAIRING: Reader/AU Mobster!Castiel SUMMARY:  In 1920s Seattle, Castiel runs an underground alcohol trade, soon too open his own speakeasy, and dabbles in loan sharking. He has eyes set on the reader, who enjoys a good chase and having a man wrapped around her finger. Castiel was getting himself tied in tightly and despite her best efforts, the reader was doing the same. WORDS: 2,226 AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is going to be told in fragmented parts more than likely rather than a flowing story. I’m not sure how many parts its going to be yet, but at least three.

Also, I tagged everyone from the King!Cas fic. I separated ones from that who were on the “Castiel” tags before or requested to be on there. Please let me know if you want to be added to the permanent Castiel tags or not!

Part 2 || Masterpost || Fanfic masterpost

Your jewelry clinked as you walked, drink in hand through the crowded house. You had not seen your host yet and you were expecting him to lavish attention on you as he usually did whenever he saw you. You’d been putting off his advancements for months and you knew it was driving him insane. You partially were putting him off because you honestly liked the chase, as bad as that was. And partially because he was rich for the sole reason he dabbled in illegal activities. You did not know if you wanted to get yourself involved with this in case he ever went down and was thrown in the slammer.

But, he sure was a big timer, especially with those eyes. His charm was something to be reckoned with and you found him fascinating and alluring.

Castiel Novak.

He knew how to throw a party and you needed to find him to thank him for the invitation.

But, first, you found one of your girlfriends and she was happy to see you as you approached her.

“I love your gown,” Margaret greeted you, kissing you on both cheeks.

You’d chosen a floor length blue, lace gown. It was form hugging with loose lace sleeves. An opportunity to be flaunting yourself while still covered. You weren’t going to give everything away.

“What’s the chin music?” you muttered quietly, leaning closer to her. This party had a meaning behind it, it had to. Castiel loved throwing parties but something out of left field was unlike him. He liked to plan. So, something big must have happened.

Margaret smiled, “They’ve got themselves some giggle water.”

“Well, of course they do!” You teased her, raising your glass.

“Oh, come off it. You know what I mean.”

Yes, you knew what she meant. The prohibition was killing everyone who loved indulging in alcohol. And Castiel and his men were capitalizing on their, say, underground enterprise. “Where?”

“You’ll have to ask him.”

You shot her a look and she gave you a coy smile. You knew she was playing with you. Ever since she’d found out Castiel was interested in you, she’d been pushing it nonstop. She’d admitted she would do anything to catch his eye and live a lavish lifestyle with him. You on the other hand, were not concerned with the money. You were concerned with him.

“I suppose I will have to. I haven’t seen him yet.”

“He’s probably looking for you.”

Smirking, you told her, “Isn’t that always the case?” She gave a little laugh at this and you told her, “I will find you later.”

“Don’t take any wooden nickels!” She called after you and you grinned. She knew you weren’t stupid, yet she always felt the need to remind you to stay on your toes.

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Castiel’s eyes cut through the crowd to you, watching you descend the stairs. He had been watching the stairs, distracted from whoever he was talking to, making sure he was always facing them so he would know of your arrival. This was nothing new, considering he’d acted the same whenever you arrived.

You smiled as he approached you and he immediately picked up your hand, giving it a kiss. “Пчелка.”

Little bee. He’d taken to calling you that since the moment you and a few other socialites had been out in a market and you’d stopped one of them from killing a bee that’d flown out of your bouquet of flowers. You’d defended the little thing, saying it was only natural for them to be in a flower and they were just as important as water to flowers, facilitating their pollination. Castiel had found it amusing and joked that you had a stinger just like the bee. He’d bought you another three bouquets for your dining room table.

“My, my, you’ve outdone yourself,” you complimented him, looking around. “Mhm, even with the get up.” You touched his suit, appreciating the dark wool jacket. He had a crisp white shirt layered with a light grey vest and adorned with a bright blue tie that matched his eyes you noticed. You flirted, “Did you have someone look at your eyes when they made this?”

Castiel beamed, “You flatter me, Y/N.”

You straightened out his collar and responded, “Is there a special reason for tonight?”

“What have you heard?”

“A few things.” You leaned in and paused, breathing on his ear for a second, feeling him tense up at your proximity. He was tuned in to you and you smiled to yourself before whispering, “Something about a juice joint really caught my attention though among the gossip.” You moved away from him again, taking a drink of your martini.

His eyes sparkled, “You’ll be the first invited.”

“What an honor,” you told him.

The look he ran over you dragged on as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His eyes rose again and you were there still looking at him with a knowing expression. “Come,” he told you, holding out his arm for you and you took it.

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“I hear you are trying to open a bakery,” Peter, one of your acquaintances that happened to be standing in the same circle as you and Castiel, directed at you.

It was no secret to him of course. You had gone to his brother for a loan application and he had politely explained to you that he was unable to give you as high of a loan as he would give out to a male counterpart. Women had only gotten the right to vote a few years before and it was still frowned upon to give them a chance at capital. You’d gone to Paul because you knew that although he worked with loan sharking, he would not charge you the high interest rates. You had hoped to not discuss this at the party though. Especially in front of Castiel who had multiple times hinted that he would be more than happy to give you money to live in a better apartment. And here you were going to someone else for money.

Castiel looked immediately interested in this news, which was to be expected.

Still, you smiled politely. “Yes, I think it would be delightful to have one.”

“You would open it by yourself?” Castiel asked you. You nodded and he inquired, “What are your plans?”

Internally cursing Peter again for bringing this up, you shrugged. “I am looking for an affordable place based on the loan I would be able to get. Plus, I have a couple girlfriends who would also be interested in investing. It would nice to turn a hobby into something to make money.”

Peter looked enthusiastic as he commented, “And a tasty hobby at that. Have you had one of her peanut butter cookies?”

“Нет,” Castiel responded, shaking his head as a couple others confirmed they had. Castiel taunted you, “Y/N, you have kept me in the dark.”

Shrugging, you batted your eyelashes slightly at him. “A girl has to keep some secrets to herself.”

“What is holding you back? Besides the money.”

“A quaint little place. Downtown has too many shops that would compete too heavily with me. I need a quiet area where it’s more laid back.”

“You could have that on Mercer Island with me.”

Your eyes met his and he was watching you closely. You knew he was serious and it was another attempt for him to plant a seed of an idea in you about becoming an item with him.

“I don’t want to live on Mercer Island,” you told him dismissively. You could see him clench his jaw a little bit and you internally congratulated yourself for putting off his bourgeoisie advances once again.

“She likes slumming it with me down in First Hill,” Margaret teased you.

You retorted, “First Hill is far from slumming it.”

“It’s slumming it compared to here,” Peter chimed in. His eyes twinkled and you wanted to reach across the circle and knock him on his ass. He was in the same boat as Margaret, knowing the situation between you and Castiel and was also pushing for it. More so for Castiel than you.

The banter went back and forth for a while before you announced that you needed a refill. Castiel made to wave down someone he had hired to serve at the party and you told him that you would like to walk, your legs were getting tired from standing stationary.

Castiel followed you into the kitchen and you turned around to face him as you pushed yourself up and onto the counter. You crossed your legs and lit up your cigarette, breathed in, and exhaled deeply in his direction.

His eyes were clouded with libation and he was close but not close enough to make you uncomfortable – not that you would be. You knew he was hesitant to do anything drastic to make you angry with him.

“Пчелка, your bakery sounds like a swell idea.”

Amused, you responded, “Does it?”

“I would love for you to cook for me.”

Of course he would, you thought to yourself. That would mean that you would be his and living in his house.

“Don’t you have maids for that, honey?”

Castiel’s eyes were trained on you. “I think a meal from someone I appreciate would taste better and be far more satisfying.”

You simpered, “Glad to know I am appreciated more than your maids.”

This seemed to push Castiel’s buttons and in which direction, you couldn’t tell immediately. He stepped closer to you and you watched him closely, inhaling deeply. Castiel reached out and held his hand expectantly. You smirked before exhaling slowly, handing the cigarette to him. He brought it to his lips, keeping eye contact before he took his own drag, his eyes falling from yours. The smoke left his lips slowly and he raised his gaze to yours again.

“I request a night with you, Пчелка.” You rose and eyebrow and he gave you a crooked smirk, knowing the implication you had taken from that and he explained himself. “Dinner. Your company over a meal.”

“You’ve had that already,” you told him simply, taking the cigarette back from him.

“I want it again.”

His persistence attracted you, you couldn’t deny it.

You beckoned him closer and took the cigarette away from him. Sitting on the counter, your face was almost level with his, your eyes drug over his features and you traced his jawline gently. You could feel the arousal creeping through him through his aura, his movements, and the way his eyes were fixated on you.

“Where are you taking me?” you questioned.

“Wherever you want, doll.”

Your eyes crinkled, “You’ll surprise me.” Castiel nodded, accepting what you said. “Tomorrow night then? You can get a reservation by then?”

“Anything for you, Пчелка.”

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You hadn’t stayed long but this was part of your plan. Giving Castiel little tastes at a time. It only increased his desire to have you.

He looked put out as he inquired, “You won’t stay?”

“How improper, Mr. Novak,” you teased him, finishing your drink.

Castiel tried, “At least let me ride with you home in one of my towncars.”

You came close to him and peered up at him. He was staring down at you, need in his eyes and you ran your tongue along your bottom lip. His eyes were trained on it and you could only imagine the impure thoughts running through his mind.

How your body hummed with elation at his offer to abandon his party to accompany you, as if you were the only one there who mattered to him. But, now was not the time.

“You have a party to host, love,” you replied, a flirtatious look in your eyes. You raised him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. You didn’t miss the slight movement that Castiel stilled when he instinctively turned into the kiss. He’d stopped himself but it had happened and you hid your smile. “I can ring a dimbox.”

“I wish you weren’t so comfortable in those.”

You shrugged, “It’s not bad. It’s what I’m used to.”

Castiel looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Instead, he insisted, “Then, at least let me pay for it.”

You allowed him to and he walked you out to the curb, waiting with you until the taxi showed up. He opened the door for you and helped you inside. Before he closed the door, he ducked in and told you, “Ring me when you get home.”

It wasn’t a request, it was an order. You loved when he showed his backbone. You knew he had it. This was a mobster for god sake. But, he sure knew how to hide it when he was trying to enchant you.

“Of course, honey.”

Castiel still looked unsatisfied and you knew he wanted you to stay with him. He bid you goodnight though like a gentleman and closed the door. You told the taxi driver your address and you were off. You watched the house disappear behind you, wondering what it would be like when you did live there. You knew it was where you were going to end up.

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Пчелка – Pchelka, “little bee” Нет – “No”

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