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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 6 months ago

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Look what I got!

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Pairing: Destiel

Rated: Teen

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Omega Dean Winchester, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Profound Bond Gift Exchange (Supernatural), Profound Bond Gift Exchange: Space (Supernatural)

Summary: When Dean is told that he has to find himself an alpha or risk losing his job, his alpha roommate Cas is very willing to help out. The only problem is that Dean has had a crush on his roommate for years. Can he keep the ruse up without his feelings getting in the way?

It is so, so good! It’s perfect. It’s perfect and I love it. Relaxed, Endverse-like Castiel is an amazing Alpha for Omega Dean Winchester, a career-focused man that loves his job. ❤️💙💚

Nominated for Angel Fish Awards on @spnfanficpond

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #spn #destiel #sandover #zarchariah Adler #Corporate AU #friends to lovers #roommates to lovers #Artist Castiel #corporate mid-management Dean #perfect a/o love story #casdean #deancas

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black-eco-sage · 2 years ago

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TNT - Cosmic Bonds + Horizons

(Don’t mind me, just over here making my own content for a non-existent / un-popular ship like some common rube >.>)

“Horizons”

In Torn's eyes were dreams of the distant sea; in hers, a memory of the sky.

The sun-warmed shores of Dover with its brilliant, blue-green shoals lapping at the golden sands; of the sweet summer breezes whirling in their hair and dancing in the dune grass.

Once, children flew kites and dug for Precursian beads on the beach.

Once, couples laughed and shoved each other into the surf, while the elders smoked their pipes and swapped stories in the cool shade of the jungle palms and passing clouds.

Once, their sleepy dream-world had a name...but no more. Instead, they remember and mourn a world that no longer exists.

All that remained of home stared back at them, held misty and distant in their own reflections, held safely in the other’s eyes.

Torn told himself that he could live in her memories forever, just as she had somehow moved quietly and sweetly into his dreams. Beyond their pain and grief was somewhere warm, somewhere safe, somewhere beautiful - a place beyond fear, that existed beyond the monsters and the soldiers and the toxic smog. A place both ancient and new, near yet far, in the path of the sun, where the sea met the sky.

Sometimes they would lay like that for what felt like forever, laughing and reminiscing until they both fell silent, just watching, re-living, yearning, their fingers barely brushing in the dark…

Tess closed her cloudy eyes, and the dream was gone. Torn kept watching as she slept, unable to forget a thing.

Content to stay awake, he eventually turned his gaze to the grimy ceiling, and his mind drifted beyond the stained concrete and empty, war-torn streets above them.

Together, they would keep dreaming of the long, lost shores of Dover, with its clear blue waters and vast, open skies that stretched into the horizon.

Forever almost touching…but not quite.