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The Quicksilver Princess Ch. 5
Series summary:Â A fantasy AU in which Dean is part of a long line of warriors who protect the kingdom. What happens when his rescue of the little princess with the quicksilver eyes gets him a possible future bride?
Series Warnings: Nothing major. Show typical violence. Fantasy violence. Smut. Angst. Fluff. Each chapter will have its own specific warnings. So, watch for those.
Chapter Warnings: None.
Pairings:Â Dean Winchester x OFC (Melissande)
Word Count:Â 5,730
A/N:Â This is the ridiculously long postponed Chapter 5. (Ch. 4 was posted more than 2 years ago! đđ) This fic won my poll to see what orphaned series I'd finish next. And I'm so thrilled that I'm finally able to finish it. I swear Chapter 6 will be up in the next week or so at the latest. It's all outlined and ready to go, just gotta write it out. But it will DEFINITELY not be another two years. *crosses heart*
Hope you enjoy this chapter! â¤ď¸
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Dean came awake with a start, sitting up quickly and then immediately groaning and pressing his hand to his head as it throbbed. He squeezed his eyes closed for a minute, feeling slightly nauseous and trying to make sense of the jumble of images in his mind.Â
Mellie's face floated into focus and his eyes popped open.
âMellie?â He called out, sitting up quickly and looking around as his head throbbed again. A few feet away, Rowena held out her hands towards him.
âTry not to move too quickly. I had to use strong magic to fell you and that can sometimes leave a person feeling a wee bit peaky.â
Suddenly everything came rushing back to Dean and he jumped up, charging towards the tiny witch. He stopped just short of wrapping his hands around her neck, but his fingers itched from the restraint.
âYou let her go!â He roared at her. âTo save your own skin you gave her up just like that.â He snapped his fingers.
Rowena shook her head. âYou've really a very low opinion of me, haven't you? This is the second time you've accused me of selling out our wee princess.â
Dean clenched his teeth. âBecause I know who you are and how you operate. You'd do anything to save yourself.â
Rowena shrugged. âI won't apologize for prioritizing my safety. But it just so happens that this time, the princess's safety and mine go hand in hand. I need her to stop the Queen because nothing that duplicitous, mangy monarch has planned could possibly do me, or any of us for that matter, any good.â
Dean swallowed hard. âSo you sent Mellie out to be slaughtered, and you think THAT is a solution? If anything, you've just made the queen's attempt at power that much easier.â
Rowena shook her head. âNo, because you are going to save her, remember?â
Dean growled in frustration, turning abruptly to begin pacing around thel grand entranceway. âYou're as bad as Mellie! Just how am I supposed to get into the castle, past hundreds of guardsmen, through the queen's own personal guards and into her suites to stop her fromâŚâ
He lifted his arms and spun back to face the witch. âFrom what exactly? We have no idea what she's doing, what she's planning! So, how can I even try to go in prepared?â
Rowena nodded. âItâs a quandary to be sure, but youâre a resourceful young lad, I have faith youâll figure it out.â
Dean just glared at her. Rowena raised a delicate shoulder. âLook, all I can tell you is that the Queen may pretend sheâs a part of the Great Church as the monarchs are meant to be, but sheâs a witch, through and through, except that she's a coward and hides it. But her father was a devout follower of the old gods, and he taught her to be the same.â
Dean frowned. âHow do you know that?â
Rowena looked away coyly. âI maybe, perhaps, let him court me for a few years after his wife died.â
Deanâs eyes got wide. âSo you know the Queen? Personally?â
Rowena scoffed. âI wouldnât claim that much. When I was with Roland, little Layoâita was hardly ever around. Her days were mostly spent learning how to marry King Yasa and be his First Queen.Â
Yasaâs maiden aunt lived at Rolandâs keep to teach Layoâita how to be royal - the protocols and expectations, as well as the history of the Coll familyâs reign of Sansoâye for three hundred years. She had a lot to learn, so we didnât see her often. Sheâd essentially been the Collâs property from the day the betrothal papers were signed when she was just two weeks old.â
Rowena sighed. âI could almost feel sorry for her back then. She was just this plain little slip of a girl, and it must have been a very heavy burden for her to carry.â
Dean grit his teeth. âYes, well now sheâs a murderer, so Iâm afraid I donât share your sympathy.â
Rowena arched an eyebrow. âI said I could ALMOST feel sorry for her. But even back then, she had a kind of mean streak in her. And Roland encouraged it. When she was ten years old she was practicing a complicated courtierâs dance and slipped and fell flat on her arse. Her handmaid, the woman who had been assigned to her at birth, whoâd doted on her constantly for ten years, chuckled slightly at the slip up and Layoâita had her taken away and severely whipped. When he found out about it, Roland told her sheâd done right, that she was a product of the old gods and they wouldnât allow for mockery.â
Rowenaâs lip curled. âI didnât stay with him long after that.â She sighed. âI know for a fact that he encouraged her to pursue magic and the old ways. But she hides it very well. I donât think many people in the kingdom even have a clue about her witchery. Hypocrite.â She huffed.Â
Dean closed his eyes. âAlright, how does any of this help me? It just means that on top of the couple hundred guardsmen and personal guards between me and the Queen, apparently I also have her powerful magical abilities to contend with.â
âYes, which is an important fact to know going in, donât you think?â Rowena asked with pique. âYouâre welcome, Winchester.â
Dean sighed. âYes, thank you, Witch.â He rubbed a hand over his face. His stomach felt sick as he thought of Mellie holed up with a crazed, dark-hearted woman bent on power.
âI donât know where to start.â He said, a little desperately. âObviously I need help, but Iâm telling you, the other Warriors wonât listen to me. Or the vast majority of them wonât.â
Rowena shook her head. âI think youâre underestimating your own persuasiveness as well as the Warriorsâ sense of whatâs right. The members of your clan have powerful instincts that skirt the edges of being magical themselves.â
âWe are not magical.â Dean said with a frown. âWe're just very good at our duties, and we take our oaths seriously.â
Rowena rolled her eyes. âAs you say, dear. The point being that those good instincts will help them hear the truth of your mission.â
Dean shook his head and sighed deeply. âI suppose it's my only hope, isn't it?â
âLikely is.â She held up a finger. âJust wait one moment, I have something that might help you.â
She walked out of the room, but was back almost instantly with two small leather bundles that she handed to Dean. He looked at them and raised a brow.
Rowena covered them in his hand. âThese reveal spell work. You've got a powerful witch on your hands, one who has been able to hide her magic for a very long time. But this bag will glow purple in the presence of magic and if you burn one, it will reveal to you what magic has been used, so you can't be fooled by trickery.â
Dean nodded. âThat will be helpful, thank you.â
Rowena smiled at him, and he recognized it as genuine. âYou can thank me when that wee princess is safe and that lying, cowardly Witch Queen is dead.â
Dean nodded. âDone.â
***
Melissande was trying not to panic.
The ride from Rowenaâs to the castle had taken half a day. Her surrender had been simple enough; sheâd merely told the Guardsmen that she was ready to be taken to the First Queen, and one of them had swept her up in front of him on his horse and shackled her wrists before galloping away. Theyâd traveled for hours and had arrived at the castle just as the sun was at its zenith in the sky.
The solar eclipse will happen in less than a day, Melissande thought with a little thrill of fear. But then she shook her head. No, I believe in you, my Winchester Warrior, I know youâll get here on time.
When they got to the castle, the guard sheâd been riding with lifted her down and then took her to a cell in the dungeons of the castle. It was bleak, but it was clean and there was one high window that let in some light and air.
As dungeons went, she supposed it could be worse.
Sheâd been to the King's Castle less than a dozen times throughout her life, and only a handful of times in the last dozen years. All her life she'd lived with her mother in the Blue wing of the Northern Castle. When she was younger, her fatherâs other wives and children had lived there too. The Second Queen had lived in the Yellow Wing with her son, and the Third Queen had lived in the Green Wing with her two daughters.
Melissande was many years younger than her other siblings and as such, theyâd never been close.Â
The First Queen had given birth to one son and one daughter. But the baby girl had died very shortly after birth, and sheâd never met her eldest brother, heir to the throne, Prince Lien. By the time she was born, he was living far away, governing some of Sansoâyeâs territories in The Lands Beyond.
Her second brother, Prince Ar'tak, was a captain in the Kingâs Forces and fighting in some endless war across the sea. She only had vague, unreliable memories of him, since he left when she was barely four years old.Â
Her two elder sisters, Parâita, and Solâmin had been married off to lesser Princes in Misola, when Melissande was eight. They had been seventeen and eighteen respectively and with a decade separating their ages, they'd had very little interest in spending time with their eight year old half sister.
So, she didnât really know any of her half-siblings very well, but sheâd been close with her father. Or she thought she had.
But since heâd stopped coming to visit the Northern castle when she was six, she'd only seen him from afar during those official events that her mother had insisted they travel south to attend, âbecause it was the proper thing to doâ. Her sistersâ weddings had been two of those occasions.Â
Every time they'd gone to the castle, no matter how brief their visit, Melissande had always secretly hoped her father would notice her and come running, excited to see her once again, as he used to be.
She still remembered how it used to feel when he would come to visit. They usually knew he'd be coming, but sometimes he surprised them, and he'd stride through the door of their sitting room, and his deep, calm, voice would fill the stone room with warmth.
Melissande would jump up and run to him, despite her mother's loving admonishment that proper ladies didn't run and leap into people's arms. Her father had no such compunction, however, and would whisk her off the ground in a sweeping arc that made her squeal in delight.
Her mother may not have leapt into his arms, but she walked into them quickly, and happily. Her father would hold her in one arm and wrap the other around her mother's waist and pull her close. Hera would rest her head on his wide chest, and it was always the happiest Melissande ever saw her.
When he stopped coming to visit them, Melissande missed him terribly, but she didn't think her mother ever really got over his loss. She stayed the same loving, caring mother she'd always been, but underneath she always seemed just a little sad. It hurt Melissande's heart to know her mother died with that sadness still inside her; sheâd never be relieved of it.
Maybe, if the priests or sorcerers were right, her mother was resting peacefully with her lost family and ancestors in another realm, and maybe Melissande would be able to see her there again, one day.
But not anytime soon. She thought. Because Dean is coming to save me.
As Melissande sank onto the dingy, slightly dusty floor, an idea came to her. Maybe Dean would reach out to the king and explain what was happening. She refused to believe her father knew everything that was going on, and was simply refusing to help her, or worse, was in on the Queen's plans.
Why hadnât she thought to tell Dean to seek him out. Had she actually feared his involvement, deep down, or had he just been out of her life for so long, that reaching out to him for help simply hadnât occurred to her.
Before she could ponder the troubling idea for long, however, Layoâita came sweeping grandly into the dungeon to smile wickedly at Melissande in her cage.
The silver-eyed princess jumped to her feet quickly as the queen approached the bars of the cell. The First Queen was draped in seemingly endless silks, many layers of long trains trailing behind her in the dust. Her skin was pulled so tightly over her bones that her face resembled a grinning skull as she laughed at Melissande.
âOh, my wee little bastard fey, how beautiful you've become. You favor your whorish mother, though of course, your eyes come from your father's side of the family.â
Melissande felt her muscles stiffen at the insult to her mother, but ignored it, since she knew Layoâita was just trying to rile her.Â
âYou won't get away with this, witch. My father will stop you.â
The Queen's ghoulish mouth spread wide and a laugh that was almost a cackle poured out.Â
âYou thinkâŚâ More laughter. âYou believe your father will stop me?â
She stepped close to the bars and spoke softly. âTrust me when I say, he's most assuredly on my side.â
Melissandeâs heart balked at that idea. But she hadn't seen her father for nearly thirteen years. Did she even really know him? Until she'd been sitting in this cell, it hadn't even occurred to her to go to him for help.
Layo'ita was still chuckling as she tilted her head as though contemplating Melissande. Then she nodded like she was answering her own question.Â
âWhy not?â She said aloud and snapped her fingers.
As fast as blinking, Melissande was suddenly in a different cell - a much darker one. There was no window here and the air was fetid and dank. It smelled like mold and old rotting things. As her eyes adjusted slowly, she could make out the stone walls, and the chains that were attached to them at various points.
All she could hear was a rhythmic drip, drip, drip of water off to her right, and the scuttling and scurrying of what had to be mice or rats of some kind.
Grateful that she wasn't attached to the chains that hung there, Melissande began walking around the long narrow cell. As she got a sense of her surroundings, she realized the room was split in two parts; a crumbling wall that was half collapsed, separated them.
She walked carefully towards the wall and then pulled up short when a voice called out from the other side.
âWho's there? Go away! Leave me alone!â
She jumped at the sudden noise, and her heart was beating out of her chest. But despite the stranger's words, she moved forward. There was something familiar in that voice, though it sounded parched and slightly raw.
She walked tentatively around to the other side of the half wall and her heart stopped all together as she saw the man huddled in the corner.
âFather?â
***
The taproom in King's Town was busy, but not stuffed full when Dean walked in. Good, he'd be able to be heard. The barman, Sterin, waved to Dean. He knew him well.
He began pouring his usual mug of ale, but Dean waved him off.Â
âApologies, Sterin, I have no time for drinking tonight. I'm only here to address your patrons.â He waved at the table of a dozen or so Warriors.
Both Sterin and the Warriors grumbled, most of the Winchesters turned away from him and concentrated intently on the ale in their cups.
But he was eternally grateful that two of his friends were there. Robert and Jody were a married couple who'd trained together and then fought together very impressively for more than twenty years. They'd always maintained a stalwart support of John and Sam, though most of their fellow Winchester Warriors said they were fools.
Their friendship had kept Dean sane in the early days after the loss of his father and brother.
They were stationed at the Southernmost Winchester Keep, located on The Shield, so they rarely came this far North. He wanted to believe it was Providence that had brought them so far just when he needed them the most.
They both stood up, and Jody came forward to hug him.
âDean! We were going to head out to see you on our way back down south. But this is better! Now we can dine together.â
âAnd drink.â Robert added, shaking Dean's hand and slapping him on the back.
âIt's so good to see you both, but I'm afraid I have no time to eat or drink.â
Robert's face became serious and Jody's was worried.
âWhat's wrong, son?â Robert asked.
Dean nodded at them, but called out to the other Warriors at the long table as well.Â
âI need help from all of you.â A couple Winchesters looked his way, but most of them just ignored him.
âThe kingdom needs you.â
That got a few more heads to turn in his direction.
One of the men he didn't know very well, he thought he was called Ketch, scowled at him. âAnd why should we believe anything you say, traitor.â
Robert bristled and took a step towards the snide man, but Dean grabbed his forearm. âNo, it's fine.â He said in an easy tone.
âI just need you to listen.â Before he could be interrupted, he spoke quickly. âFourth Queen Hera is dead, and her daughter, the Princess Melissande has been taken prisoner by the Guardsmen.â
He knew he'd hit the right nerve by mentioning the Guardsmen, as all the Warriors grumbled and a few actually spit as though they were warding off evil. The Warriors were not keen on the Guardsmen, feeling correctly that they'd been usurped by them.
Robert shook his head. âHow can Queen Hera be dead? When did this happen? And what possible reason did those tin cans give for taking the little princess?â He asked, using the insulting nickname given to the Guardsmen because of their metal armor.
âThe Queen was killed, and they took Mellie because the First Queen claims that she was the one who murdered her mother.â
There was general scoffing and disbelief among the group, including some of the other patrons.Â
âMellie?â Jody asked quietly, raising a knowing brow, while the others talked amongst themselves and shared their doubts.
Dean looked down at Jody and he knew she could read him like an open book, so he was grateful to look away and return to the questions being thrown at him.Â
More slowly than he really had patience for, he eventually explained the whole story to everyone's satisfaction. He left out the part where he and Mellie got married. If they all lived through this he wanted her to have the ability to annul their marriage quietly and without harming her reputation. So, he simply told them that he'd tried to protect her without providing particulars.
He also left out the fact that he believed the First Queen was a powerful witch, only saying that they were unsure what the First Queen wanted with Mellie. That little detail might be too much for the credibility of the story. Also, theyâd demand to know why he believed it and he didnât want to sell Rowena out and bring her trouble. He just needed The Warriors to help him get in the door; he'd deal with the witch himself.
As the Warriorsâ questions fell silent, Ketch raised one last important one.
âAnd where exactly is the King in all of this? I know over the last dozen years, he's taken a much more subdued role; most people agree that the attempt on his life by men he trusted completely, has made him overly cautious. But surely, in such a situation, with his wife murdered and his own child implicated, surely he'd show himself to deal with it.â
Dean nodded. âExactly my thoughts, and yet we've heard nothing from him. He hasn't come to any of us or the Guardsmen to try and find the murderer. And in fact, no one even knows Queen Hera is dead.â
He took a deep breath. âI believe the King has been incapacitated in some way. I believe he is unable to act or to give voice to his needs.â
âUh, Dean,â Jody raised her finger in the air. âJust one problem with that theory, Robert and I spoke with him earlier this afternoon and he wasn't incapacitated at all.â
Dean was taken aback. âWhy and how did you meet with the King?â
Robert answered. âWe've been after the Council for months now to sit down with us about the state of things in The Shield. There are marauders there, coming in from the sea, and killing and pillaging the villagers up and down the coast. But the council has refused every time, saying it was on us as Warriors to deal with it.â
Jody cut him off, clearly frustrated. âHow we're supposed to âdeal with itâ is beyond me. We have four Warriors to cover the entire Shield, and almost no resources. We've written endless letters that have gone unanswered, or were answered in a very unsatisfactory way. So today we finally just showed up and refused to leave until we met with the Council.â
âWe met with them alright,â Robert continued the story, âand the King was there too. We weren't expecting that. But he said he came because he was very annoyed with us. He told us that he was aware of the problem, but he was sick to death of hearing about how we were failing him once again. He was angry and certainly didn't seem incapable of voicing his concerns.â
Dean frowned, a frown that turned into a scowl as Ketch stared at him. âSo, what exactly are we to believe, hmm? That the king is well and fine, but will not come to us for help because we are now despised thanks to your family? Or should we take you at your word, and believe this very intricate lie you've concocted?â
âI have spoken no lie here.â Dean said firmly, his voice dark and deep. âThe Princess is being held by the First Queen, there is a plot to end her life, and it's up to us to save her. I don't know what the King's role is in all of this, but I feel in my gut that something has gone very wrong for him. I just don't understand what.â
He breathed in deeply and put every ounce of conviction into his words.Â
âI know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Mellie will die if we don't save her. So, I am asking you all, begging you, in fact, to believe me when I say the kingdom is in trouble. Believe me when I say, my father and brother were innocent. And believe me when I tell you that our answers, and our chance to once again fulfill our oaths to protect Sansoâye and its people, are waiting beyond the Guardsmen at the gate. Our answers lay inside the castle, they lay in saving the princess that I've already saved once.â
He clenched his jaw, his resolve hardening. âAnd with or without you all, I will save her again.â He let his chest deflate. âBut, I could sure use your swords, Winchesters.â
Robert and Jody flanked him. Jody patted his arm. âYou have ours, gladly.â
Slowly a few of the others stood, and then more, and then finally all but Ketch, stood with swords at the ready.Â
Dean stared at the last man sitting down and Ketch stared back, studying him. Finally, he drained his cup and stood.Â
âIt's about time someone showed those Guardsmen how it's done. I certainly won't miss out on that.â
Dean sighed and let a small smile lift the corner of his mouth.Â
âAlright, what's the strategy?â
***
Melissande felt her world tilt as she looked down at the man she barely recognized as her father. Surely he hadn't deteriorated so much since she'd last seen him a year ago, at the Thistle Day celebration. It was the annual anniversary of the day the Coll family supposedly sprung from the earth in a field of Thistles to be caretakers of Sansoâye. When she'd seen him from afar, he'd been fit, hale and hearty, as he'd given the royal benediction to the week long celebrations.
Now though, chained to the wall, he was gaunt almost to the point of starvation and even in the dim light that emanated from a small lamp sitting beside him, his skin looked gray and papery.
Beside the lamp sat an empty bucket and a few piles of bones, including what was obviously the skeleton of a rat. Melissande felt her stomach lurch and she was worried she might be sick.
As she took a few steps closer to the man on the ground, he picked up some of the bones and threw them at her.Â
âGet away from me you shrew! I told you this won't work anymore. I know your disgusting tricks now.â
He was obviously furious, but his voice was reedy and thin as he railed at her. In spite of her confusion and fear, her heart broke for the pain she could hear in his words, and in the way he curled in on himself.
She took a step closer and he buried his head in his drawn up, skinny knees. âCan't you just leave me here to die.â
Tears fell as she knelt on the filthy floor beside him. âPapa?â She whispered and she saw him flinch like he'd been slapped.Â
She reached out and tentatively touched his cheek. He raised his head and stared at her with tears falling. âLayo, please stop. I don't understand your hatred. Just stop.â
Melissande shook her head. âPapa, I don't know what you're saying. It's me. I'm notâŚI mean, how could I be the First Queen?â
She stayed close to him, and could see the change coming over his face as an obviously very wary hope cropped up.Â
âComeâŚcome closer, child.â
She got even closer to him and he inhaled deeply, sniffing at her. More confused than ever, Melissande looked at him and shook her head.
âWhat are you doing?â
Her father's mask of pain and fear slipped a little further into hope. âYouâŚsmell like sunshine.â He croaked, and more tears fell. âHer Duplicates always smell of rotting eggs.âÂ
His chains rattled as he lifted his manacled hand to reach out and touch her cheek. He gasped in a watery breath.Â
âYou're warm!â He said shakily. âOh, beautiful girl, say you're really my sweet Melissande or just end me here, please, I beg you. I can't take having it ripped away from me again.â
âIt's me, Papa. I promise. But what don't you want ripped away from you?â
âHope.â He said, his voice creaky. âEvery time she sends down a Duplicate, they work even harder to convince me that you, or Hera are here to save me. They seem to know things, and I want to believe them so badly. But no matter how real she makes them, she can't get rid of their cold skin or disgusting smell.â
Fear crept back into his gaze. âPlease don't just be a better version.â
Melissande threw her arms around his neck like she had when she was little.Â
âNo, Papa. I'm real, I'm here. Believe me.â
âAlright.â He said gruffly. âI will believe you, because I want to so badly.â
Melissande pulled back, wiping away tears and shaking her head. âBut I'm so confused. Why are you down here? How long have you been down here?â
Yasa looked at her and gave a watery sigh. âHow old are you now, little one?â
Melissande blinked. âNineteen, heading towards twenty years old. Why?â
âWell, I've completely lost track of time down here. I always tried to guess based on how old the Duplicates of you looked, and I knew it had been years, but I was never sure. If you're nineteen, though, then that means I've been down here for twelve years.â
Melissande gasped. âTwelve years! How is that possible? I just saw you a year ago on Thistle Day.â
Yasa shook his head. âNo, that wasn't me. it was Thistle Day twelve years ago that she did this to me.â
âTwelve years.â Melissande whispered. âMy god, that was whenâŚâ She stared at her father and raised a questioning brow, Dean's face swimming in her mind's eye.
âPapa, twelve years ago, The Winchester Warrior Chieftain, John, was hanged for an attempted assassination, on you. His son was incarcerated in the mines for aiding him. But, were you even there then?â
Yasa closed his eyes. âYes, I was there. In fact, John and Sam were only in the castle that night because I'd called them to me.â
He ran a knobby, skinny hand down his face. âI suspected Layo was plotting something, but I didn't know what, and I didn't know who I could trust in the castle. So, I went to Sam and John on my own, hidden within a long traveling cloak so no one would know it was me. I asked them to come to the castle after midnight when it was quiet, and help me work out the truth, and to meet me in the library in the West Wing.â
He sighed and let his head drop back against the damp, weeping stone wall.Â
âI knew Layo dabbled in a bit of magic here and there, but I had no idea she was so practiced and powerful.â
Yasa closed his eyes tightly. âWhen I went into the library to wait for them, she was already there, holding a knife to your throat. And when John and Sam arrived she was holding a knife to mine.â
Melissande was shaking her head as her father opened his eyes. âNo, what do you mean? The Queen never kidnapped me or threatened me with a kni-â
Melissande's eyes widened. âA Duplicate.â
Yasa nodded. âYes, and another when Sam and Dean saw me there being threatened. She needed to keep the real me alive to connect with her Duplicate, so she couldn't risk an actual knife to my throat. But Sam and John couldn't have known that.
How confused they must have been when, hours later, it seemed as if I just stood there while they were charged with trying to kill me. They must have believed I was in on their downfall, and they couldn't possibly know who to trust either. But I was locked up down here by then. Layo'ita came to my cell later, to tell me all about it and taunt me by reminding me that not only would no one ever be coming to save me, no one would even know I was gone.â
Melissande's eyes filled with tears as she thought about how hopeless that would feel.
Yasa reached out a manacled hand to wipe away the wetness from her cheek. âBut that was my own fault, little one. I'd abandoned you and your mother, my other children and wives. You know, I never loved any of my wives the way I loved your mother. I married Layoâita because it was my duty, I married Frishnia and Gayla because it was good politics. But I married your mother simply because I loved her so much.Â
I respected my second and third wives as the mothers to my children and good women, and tried to make sure they were happy. And Layo'ita never seemed to care when I went to visit them and my other children. And I think it was because she knew that there was mutual respect between the three of us, but no deep love.â
He shook his head. âBut as soon as I married Hera it was different. She was moody and jealous immediately. I tried to honor her as my first wife, tried to respect her and her position. But it was never enough. Until one day she demanded I stop visiting the Northern Castle altogether. It led to a tremendous fight and she wept bitterly, telling me I was being cruel and heartless and showing her no regard, to treat her so.â
He sighed deeply. âI felt horribly guilty. So, I said I'd stay away from all of you. I abandoned my children, abandoned my love, and for what? To appease the heart of a traitorous, vile witch. And a year later, I was down here.â
Yasa looked deeply into Melissandeâs eyes. âOh, my little silver-eyed princess, I'm so very grateful I've had the chance to unburden my heart to you, tell you my regrets for leaving you behind. Please forgive me. And please make sure your brother and sisters know I never should have left them either.â
Melissande took her father's hand. âI understand, Papa, and I do forgive you, of course. But I won't have to tell my siblings anything. You can tell them yourself. We're going to be rescued!â
She clasped her father's hand tightly between her own. âI swear to you, you're getting out of this disgusting place and we're going to feed you warm soups and wrap you in warm wool blankets and before you know it this place will be nothing but a memory.â
Sudden, high-pitched laughter broke through the air, making Melissande jump and gasp. The Queen's shrill, disembodied voice followed it.Â
âWell, thatâs partially true. You won't spend one more night in this place, my dear husband, I promise you that.â
Then just as before, without warning, there was the sound of a snap and suddenly both Melissande and Yasa were out of the dungeon and thrust into a brighter, but still windowless, round room.
Chains raised themselves from the wall and wrapped around Yasaâs wrists, pinning him against the stones.
Melissande felt herself being pushed along the floor as though a strong wind was at her back. She stumbled against a stone table and from out of nowhere, the First Queen appeared at her side, snapping her fingers again. Melissande found herself quickly strapped to the table, chains wrapping around her waist, and shackling her wrists and ankles to the table.
Queen Layoâita smiled her dark, ghoulish smile. âOne more sunrise for you both in just a few hours. And then, when the light is wholly eclipsed by the dark, I will be free to rise.â
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That one Gotham Knights scene but make it ⥠destiel ⥠uwu
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this is a niche crossover but i hope everyone enjoys my creation
#destiel#destiel confession#dean winchester#castiel#supeenatural#spn#supernatural#waterparks#parx#awsten knight#geoff wigington#otto wood#this is for all the little gay people in my phone#sneaking out of heaven is 100% destiel coded and i stand by that
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hey bestie *laughs nervously*
#supernatural#spn#castiel#misha collins#destiel confession meme#dean winchester#destiel#cw gotham knights#harvey dent#gotham knights
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Eee, Iâm in love with this! I love me some Larp!Dean lol I went to the Ren Fair last month and so this totally made me smile. Love the idea of him rescuing people from creeps. Itâs perfect. Amazing job!
Flufftober Day 10
@flufftober
Prompt(s): Bet/Game/Contest
Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader
Warnings/tags: misogyny/catcalling/dude being a creep and asshole (not Dean), duelling, canon-typical violence, Dean being a dork, I'm putting a warning here for cringe/stalker/gross behaviour from the asshole,
Summary: Whilst perusing a stall at the renfair you encounter a guy that just won't leave you be, when Dean overhears. As penance for coming to your "rescue", he's challenged to a duel for your hand.
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: I just loved writing this one. I actually went and re-watched the episode before I wrote it after I had the ideađ I was stuck on this prompt for a while. I was thinking of pie eating contests (duh-doy) and bets with Loki but nothing seemed good enough. But I hope you enjoy reading! - Love, Grem đ
As always, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! đ
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Smoke wafted in-between the stalls and tents of Ye Olde Marketplace, the smell of meats, mead and treats making your mouth water. This was your second renaissance fair and you were determined to make it worthwhile. You were an elf this time around, not necessarily LARPing but just in costume; the whole nine yards with flowers in your hair, glitter on your cheeks and of course, pointed ears. Your outfit complimented your body excellently as well as your elven "character". Layered skirts and flowy bouse with your body adorned in earth-toned accessories, it was no wonder you were stared at by other fair goers.
One in particular had followed you from stall to stall. You tried blocking him out but the skin-crawling feeling of being watched had you on edge. You picked up a crystal at one of the stalls ran by a guy in a comical wizard hat and a long grey beard, reading the miniscule cursive card on the stand amongst the crystals. You couldn't make out every word but you thought it read something about keeping bad energies at bay.
You really needed that right now.
"Mi'lady." A voice said from beside you, making you jump. It was that guy. You can't control your facial expression as you cringe at him.
"Hi." You mutter and turn away. You secretly hope that all of the anti-douchebag crystals are out in full force because this is not something you do not want to be dealing with today.
"What doth bring a fair maiden such as yourself to a place such as this?"
His voice is grating and you suppress a shiver, opting to continue browsing instead of answering. Why did this have to happen to you?
"Hey!" The guy begins, reaching a hand out to you. "I'm talking to yo-"
You turn as you see his hand reaching towards you, ready to chew him out for being a creep, but another hand halted his hand in its tracks. Your eyes widen as you follow your rescuer's hand all the way up his arm to his face. He's dressed as some sort of knight, loose shirt and some chainmail, but his features have a stormy look to them as he glares at the guy who'd been following you. You melt into a puddle; handsome doesn't even begin to cover how damn good this guy looked. Even if he did have powdered sugar on his cheek.
"This guy bothering you?" His voice is gruff and stern, green eyes meeting yours and you find you can't quite say anything.
"Uh, well -"
"I wasn't doing anything - I was here first!" The creep protests and the look on your face says it all; you're disgusted and unimpressed.
You look back to your knight with no shining armour. "Yeah. He's bothering me."
"I declare a duel!" The creep says loudly and a few passers-by slow down to nosy in on the conversation. "For the lady's hand."
"Dude," Your hero sighs, looking incredulous at him as you roll your eyes with repulsion. "Give it a rest. Just take your damn potions and go."
The creep unsheathes a wooden sword and points it at your hero, who half-heartedly shrugs with an exasperated "really?". The creep jabs him in the chest once. He doesn't quite get to the second jab as his sword is smacked out of the way and a swift punch lands perfectly in the square of his face.
With a sickening crack he slumps to the ground, clutching a bleeding nose. You can't help but feel a little smug at the sight and your heart swoons just a little at the scene you've just experienced. A handsome knight coming to rescue a damsel in distress.
"Come on," You say to your knight, nodding to one of the other colourful stalls. "I believe I owe you a drink for rescuing me."
You set down two butter-beers on a picnic table, and jostle a brown paper bag of freshly made mini donuts in the middle. The smell that wafts from the bag is sickening - and you reach in and pop one into your mouth as soon as you're seated.
Your knight, who you found that his name was Dean, took a sip from the buttery stein in front of him, making a grunt of approval and immediately swigging more.
"Thanks again," You say over your own glass. "You fight for a maiden's honour a lot?" âItâs what I do. Saving people.â He looks like heâs about to add something else, but clears his throat, looking sheepish. âItâs a family thing, ya know?â âHm.â You donât know whether itâs the LARPing or if heâs being genuine, but your heart flutters again and you can't help but smile at him. He's stuffing two mini donuts into his mouth but when he catches you smiling at him, he attempts to smile back but his cheeks are too full and when you laugh at him his cheeks go pink.
"Well, cheers!" You raise your stein and clink it with his. The conversation ebbs and flows naturally and you soon find yourself engrossed in his family history - well, his character's family history - about monsters and demons and angels. It's so well-thought out you're almost embarrassed to not have anything so detailed.
After Dean's phone rings as you're traversing stalls together (nearly three hours later) and a very curt conversation with someone on the other end, Dean gives you an apologetic look.
"Sorry, duty calls." He sighs, tucking his phone away into his pocket again. You'd already exchanged numbers earlier after finding out you had more in common than you'd realised, and at the very least, if you couldn't date the guy you could at least be friends.
"That's alright. I had a blast today." You gush, grinning at him. He gives you a boyish smile in return and before he has a chance to say anything else, you lean up to place a soft peck on his cheek. Dean's smile only grows wider when you sternly remind him, "Keep in touch, Dean Winchester. I wanna know all about these monsters and the next parts of the story."
"Yes ma'am." He affirms with a short nod, making his way out of the fair, nearly tripping into a hidden rabbit hole because he can't stop looking over at you as he leaves.
You giggle and wave him out of sight. Perhaps you should make an equally intricate backstory for your LARP character, though not as sad as Dean's, using today as an example. You decide then and there that meeting Dean Winchester ought to be a turning point for something good instead of bad. Although, you can't quite decide who your next monster of the week will be.
You'll just have to call Dean for some ideas.
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My thoughts exactly đ
#jensen ackles#spn#destiel#misha collins#castiel#dean winchester#supernatural#cockles#the winchesters#gotham knights
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is this the final hour? if so... i don't know if it was worth the wait.
#destiel#deancas#dean winchester#castiel#vmart#spn#supernatural#knight!dean#knight!castiel#knight!destiel#destiel art#destiel fanart#dean winchester art#dean winchester fanart#castiel art#castiel fanart#spn art#spn fanart#supernatural art#supernatural fanart
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This fic is still one of my favs, it deserves some more loveâ¤ď¸
Stolen Crown Masterlist
By @roonyxx and @jay-and-dean
Pairings : Dean x reader ? Kight!Dean x reader ?
Summary : Â What happens when she is sent in a world that isnât hers, but with very familiar faces ?
This, as much as it looks like it, is not âtechnicallyâ an AU, because your Dean, our Dean, exists tooâŚ
Serie Warnings : Smut (please be 18+), Fluff, Angst, Swearing. Mention of physical pain. Each Chapter will have detailled warnings.
Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We canât both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like for Firefly.
We both worked as much on this story and itâs the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.
Please, if you want to show love for this story, donât forget we were together in this.
Chapter 1: Under the Hood.
Chapter 2: Crushed by Laces.
Chapter 3: With no Shoes.
Chapter 4: Eyes on the Whip.
Chapter 5: Under the Mattress.
Chapter 6: Between the Sheets.
Chapter 7: At the Gate.
Chapter 8: Red Satin Panties.
Chapter 9: Through the Secret Door.
Chapter 10: Without the Fur.
Chapter 11: Crown of Love.
Want to read more:
Jayâs Masterlist
Roonyxx Masterlist
#stolen crown#au but not au#dean x reader#knight!dean x queen!reader#knight!dean#dean winchester x reader#smut#dean x y/n#spn#feedback yaaaay#dean winchester fanfiction#my wife#jay and dean#roonyxx
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Map for The Quicksilver Princess
Just wanted to share my progress with everyone. I have a complete outline of the last two chapters written, as well as most of Chapter 5. I've created this map to help both myself as I'm writing and hopefully you guys while you're reading.
It was a lot of fun to see the world I was imagining in my head take shape. Hope you have fun looking it over too. â¤ď¸
(Misola isn't mentioned in the story, I just wanted to give context to Sanso'ye within the world, in regards to it's geographical location and it's size.)
The last two chapters, 5 and 6, will be posted together sometime before next Friday.
The Quicksilver Princess Master List
#dean winchester au#dean winchester fantasy au#dean winchester au fan fic#knight!dean#dean winchester au fan fic series#dean winchester x ofc#dean winchester smut#dean winchester fluff#dean winchester anst#dean fantasy au
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Cas is right. Dean, with all of his free will intact, would NOT have murdered the Stynes kid.
Like Cas, with his free will intact, would never have murdered Samandriel.
Their assessments of one another are actually correct.
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Both are on their way to becoming mindless super-soldiers who feel nothing.
And essentially, they tell each other, "you're gonna have to go through me" (to become that).
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Some similarities in the fight scenes:
They both reach out a hand to the other's shoulder, saying the other's name:
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Both twist the other's hand away:
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They ask each other to: "Stop," both telling the other in so many words that "this isn't you."
Their styles differ, of course. Dean goads Cas defiantly: "Come on you coward, do it!" Cas tries to remain level-headed and controlled, only moving to block and restrain.
Essentially, their desires are the same, for the other to stop.
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With everyone telling them who they should be, and trying to make them into things other than what their big hearts would actually want, they beg each other to stay as they are.
I don't want you to be what they want you to be.
Just be you. Just be.
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And then, much like Cas in the crypt... flight. Cas leaves.
Dean leaves.
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And here's what's on my mind... They were both GOOD at being soldiers. Unbelievably good.
Their talents were recognized early and exploited. They became chained to their respective battle aptitudes.
Both had to reckon with becoming addicted to war, to the feeling of adrenaline and black-and-white causes (see: Purgatory, hunting, etc.). Both often feel too much responsibility, punishing themselves and undertaking penance.
They struggled with thinking it's all they were good for, battle or WORK.
Or worse. For Dean, it was often being one of the "crazy ones," only "good for a fling." For Cas, it was often "being expendable."
They're looked down upon by the likes of Metatron: Cas is like a "dumb puppy," a "stupid, lumbering jock." Even Crowley talks to Dean this way on occasion: "It's math (idiot)."
It's also like when Death calls Cas a "stupid soldier." Or when the British Men of Letters call the ones on the ground doing the fighting and getting their hands dirty "dogs." Or when Henry calls hunters "apes."
Despite their supposed "legacy lineage," Sam and Dean inherited the Campbell class. The soldier class.
Interesting to me that Jack inherits this, too. Despite his aptitude for nearly everything he touches (computers, research, even blossoming machete skills when he kills Noah the Gorgon), Jack too will inherit this Campbell-coded "stupidity."
That's what Chuck charges him with in Unity: "TOO STUPID."
Jack has Cas and Dean's class: the soldier class.
#spn 10x17#jack kline#sam has the soldier class too kind#but he's continually striving to be a men of letters so i don't view him so simply#he is also more often ASSUMED SMART until proven otherwise#spn 8x17#cas doesn't want to be king of heaven#dean doesn't want to be a knight of hell#jack doesn't want to be god#they undertake these burdens on behalf of family#mary doesn't want to be natural born killer mary#someone please let jack dean cas and mary eat their jerky and pork rings and watch their dumb movies in peace
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Ruff Ryders & Cash Money in The Source Magazine February 2000 issue. Photographed by Kevin Knight.
(via rapstylearcheology)
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THEY ARE SO LITTLE SISTER OLDER BROTHER CODED
One of my favorite episodes
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Alert đ¨ Misha is using destiel pick up lines to get his and his boyfriendâs shows renewed
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He's so beautiful and thick
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The Other Side, Dean Cornell // Sneaking Out of Heaven, Waterparks
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