#destiel harlequin challenge

[unforth]

Alright instead of rageposting about white people perpetuating racism problems in cnovel/cdrama fandoms I've channeled my feels into cleaning up some shit I've been doing a bad job at maintaining and feeling horribly guilty about for months or even years. This is probably a healthier use of my current "fuck it." So, for reference, I've:

deleted the kink meme part of the DMBJ kink meme on AO3. This means that the prompts and sign ups and claims are now gone (I'm sorry I didn't give people time to save their prompts, but the reason I didn't do this months ago was that it had many steps and I was being useless about DOING those steps and as I said in the intro paragraph, I'm now at "fuck it" and like. if I can't do it "the right way" I'm today just breaking and doing it "the wrong way" and here we are). The collection and the ten stories in it still exists and anonymity and such are still maintained for people who wanted it, but new prompts and new fills cannot be submitted.

ditto the above for the kink meme part of the SPN kink meme on AO3. The prompts and sign ups and claims are now gone. I also removed myself administrating the Tumblr, though the other two people involved (fpwoper and envydean) do still have access. I realized belatedly that I really should have offered to just leave and let them have it but, again, today is apparently "fuck it" day which means I'm not thinking through the ramifications of my actions which has resulted in some bad fandom citizenry behavior on my part, and again, I truly do apologize. (I've offered to help them reconstruct the challenge part if either of them wants to run it; fpwoper has already said no, I'll see what envydean says and I'll apologize profusely even more and do what I can do fix things if envydean DOES want to take over and make it active again). The collection and the stories written for it still exist; that's about 40 works. Thanks to everyone who participated.

I left @saawek's Star of Solitude event, which I helped run a year and a half ago. Saawek hasn't really been active on Tumblr, but hun if you see this it's nothing at all about you or TGCF I'm just pulling back from things that even seeing them in my blog list has been causing me stress on the daily.

I formally announced that I'll be consolidating @zhenhunartreblogs and @dmbjartreblogs in @cnovelartreblogs, and I've posted to that effect in all three blogs. If you want Zhenhun/Guardian and DMBJ art content from my sideblogs, unfollow the old blogs and follow at cnovelartreblogs, and just black list fandoms you're not interested in - that's the whole reason I tag everything.

I deleted another side blog I haven't been using.

I'm considering deleting @memesforwriters, which I only update maybe once a month, and honestly just typing all this up has I think tipped me over into "fuck it" and I'm going to delete that too. I expect I'll instead reblog relevant memes to the @duckprintspress account, since I have to maintain that regardless.

My last remaining completely inactive Tumblr sideblog is where I'd posted on translated chapter the 2ha manhua. I really would like to be doing more work like that, though hell if I know when I'll have time; I renamed that blog to @unforthfantranslations, and I have vague hopes to translate more of 2ha and to tackle Lie Huo Jiao Chou (which I've never read any version of and would like to). But tbh I probably won't manage any progress on any of that until the fall.

Nothing like a pile of grief to make me say "I'm done feeling guilty about this stuff, like is too short, fuck it I'm gonna make these changes I've been waffling about for ages."

P. S. I opened another window to check how exactly I'd renamed the translation blog and while I had it opened I decided on a compromise with memesforwriters, which is that I'm exporting it, and THEN I'll delete it. And I DMed the Destiel Harlequin mods that I'm done and think we should shut it down. And I spotted a couple Discord servers I'm going to leave.

So yeah. that's the mood today in a (rather large and overly wordy) nutshell.

Apparently when I said yesterday that I'd be quiet, I failed to take into account how I ACTUALLY process grief. In my defense, this is only the...fourth?...time someone I really care about has died in my entire life. (counts of...Arthur, Gil, my grandfather, yeah that's three...of course other people I've cared about have died but no one who I loved and who I felt "I wish I had more time with this person." Like...I wish I'd had more time with Belle but I didn't love her...yeah I'm just babbling now I'm sorry I'm like this today.)

ETA: okay I just left like 6 Discord servers I haven't been using, too. There's only one I'm still like "maybe I shouldn't..." but I know a lot of people in that server and if I really want back in I can ask for invite.

#unforth rambles #and rambles and rambles and rambles #oops

[lesbiandeancas]

I’m very excited to post my entry for the 2021 Destiel Harlequin Challenge ( @destielharlequinchallenge ) based on the prompt Dance With Me!

[I.D.: in one digital painting, Dean, dressed in a football uniform, approaches Cas, dressed in white tights and a loose button down shirt, on a stage. Cas holds a hand out and Dean reaches for it.

In another, Dean, dressed in a pink dress, tutu, tights, and slippers, dances up close to Cas, who wears a white shirt and black tights. Dean’s hand is on Cas’s chest and their faces are touching at the cheeks. A swirl of colorful patterns circles them.

In the third digital painting, Dean and Cas wear red and pink leggings and flats, respectively. Cas pushes Dean against a wall, one hand on his chest. A burst of yellow halos Cas’ head, and yellow, pink, and blue lines radiate from their bodies.]

SUMMARY: [Dean Winchester] has bounced back, more or less, from the neck injury that permanently benched his semipro football career. He hates his soul-killing office job, but he loves volunteering at a local community center. The only fly in his ointment is the dance instructor, [Castiel], who can’t seem to stay out of his way.

Cas was once one of the most celebrated ballet dancers in the world, but now he volunteers at Halcyon Center to avoid his society mother’s machinations. It would be a perfect escape, except for the oaf of a football player cutting him glares from across the room.

When Cas has a ballroom ballet dancing emergency and Dean stands in as his partner, their perceptions of each other turn upside down. Dancing leads to friendship, being friends leads to becoming lovers, but most important of all, their partnership shows them how to heal the pain of their pasts. Because with every turn across the floor, Dean and Cas realize the only escape from their personal demons is to keep dancing—together.

#spn fanart #destiel #deancas #destiel harlequin challenge #destielharlequin 2021 #my arts #spn #creativecaviar

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

Hi-ho everyone, my fic for the 2021 round of the @destielharlequinchallenge is finally here! If you don’t know, for this event authors claim harlequin romance novel summaries and then write a fic based on theirs, so it’s all about that cheesy romance that we all secretly love :)

You can read my fic, Transmissions, here, and the summary is below! Posting ends September fifth and there are a bunch of other great fics in this event, so be sure to check them out!

What do you do when your future has been chosen for you?

Castiel Novak is a cryogenically frozen passenger aboard the spaceship Godspeed, headed for a new planet far, far away from his home planet of Centauri after embarrassing his family and being promised in marriage to a man he doesn’t know as retribution. But two years before Godspeed is scheduled to land, cryo chamber 18 is mysteriously unplugged, wrenching Castiel from his frozen slumber.

Now, Castiel is stuck inside the Godspeed as a prisoner of Eldest, the frightening leader of the ship, ruling over all the workers within. Elder, Eldest’s rebellious son, is put in charge of him and Castiel is both drawn by Elder’s mysterious demeanor and brilliant green eyes, and put off by his position as Eldest’s heir.

When Castiel’s problems follow him onto the ship via a group of invaders, his new bond with Elder is tested, and Castiel learns a truth about Elder that changes everything. Can Castiel figure out why his chamber was unplugged and learn a way out of the life he’s been trapped in, or is he destined to never be free?

(Rating: explicit, no major archive warnings)

#offbeatwrites #destiel harlequin challenge #it’s cheesy as all get out!!! #fair warning!!!!

[verobatto-messy-art]

Hi!! I'm so so happy to show you this work to all of you.

It was a pleasure to work with my dearest friend @spnsmile. We teamed up for @destielharlequinchallenge . She wrote this amazing fic titled: "Black Insominia", sexy and romantic, you can find it here.

These are the art pieces. Enjoy!

NSFW pic full version here!

Traditional Drawing. Acrylics. Color Pencils. Ink pen. Click on the images for a better resolution.

#destiel harlequin challenge #dhc2021 #destiel #destiel art #deancas art #destiel fic #my messy art

[c-kaeru]

Here’s the art I made for Any Semblance of Touch by @saltnhalo for the @destielharlequinchallenge ! Go check it out C: I’m really happy with how these drawings came out :)

#destiel #destiel fanart #destiel harlequin challenge #destielharlequinchallenge #dean winchester #castiel #1920's #spn #supernatural #my art #my spn art

[destielharlequinchallenge]

POSTING HAS BEGUN!!!

Hello, hello! 

The posting for this round of the Destiel Harlequin Challenge has begun and our creators have begun to share their wonderful works already! Over the next few days, we will be reblogging and showcasing all the amazing creations that have come out of this challenge once again. Posting will run from now until the Sunday, 5th of September. 

If you’re a creator, don’t forget to tag us when you post! You can find our AO3 collection here. Happy creating!

#destiel harlequin challenge #destielharlequinchallenge #destielharlequin 2021 #destiel #fanart #fanfic #fandom challenge

[dontbelasagnax]

Bullets Over the Bayou

Everyone wants Castiel Novak to quit the force, including Castiel. But he stays on despite the toxic work environment he’s surrounded by. Still believing he can do some good despite the many lines of red tape impeding him. Luckily, a pair of scissors by the name of Dean Winchester drops into his hands, and he finally feels like he can do some good.

Dean Winchester thought he would be in New Orleans for a day or two. Identify the body of his deadbeat father and then move on. No one knows he’s here. His mother and brother are blissfully unaware of the danger his father roped him into. With a parting gift of a journal, delivered to him the same day he received word about his father, Dean has become the target of a group of people who want him dead. The same people who killed his father.

Racing against the clock, can Dean and Castiel figure out what is so important about John Winchester’s journal that someone would kill for it?

For @destielharlequinchallenge !! Mattzerella-Sticks and I put so much effort into this it's truly surreal that y'all can read it now!! ❤❤

#destiel harlequin challenge #destiel #spn fanart #my art

[a-mandala-rose]

The Shots We Don’t Take

Written for @destielharlequinchallenge

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 9/9 (Complete)

Words: 56,534

Summary:  Still nursing the tatters of a broken heart and trying desperately to stave off the terror of his impending graduation, college senior Cas Novak decides it’s time to blow off a little steam. Not just any hook-up will do, however. The last thing Cas needs right now is a distraction. On the lookout for someone he can enjoy a steamy night of passion with before leaving them behind entirely, Cas thinks he’s found exactly what he needs in cocky university hockey star and well-known playboy Dean Winchester.

Dean is gorgeous, doesn’t date, and is the singular most infuriating person Cas has ever met. He’s the perfect one night stand...that is, until Dean decides he wants an instant replay of what was supposed to be a one-time event. Will Cas’ offer of friends, sans benefits, convince the arrogant love ’em and leave ’em hockey defenseman to find an easier score? Or will Dean wear down Cas’ defenses and lure the sexy nerd in the dorky trench coat back to his bed?

Read on Ao3

#my fic #mandalawrites #mandalawrote #destiel #destiel harlequin challenge #hockey au #college au

[andimeantittosting]

Fic: Honour Undressed

Written for the Destiel Harlequin Challenge 2020 @destielharlequinchallenge

Author: @andimeantittosting

Rating: E  

Major Archive Warnings: No archive warnings apply  

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Gabriel/Balthazar, Charlie/Jo  

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Regency, Class Differences, Blackmail, Period-Typical Homophobia, Battlefield Violence, Mild Dom/Sub Undertones (Dom Dean/Sub Cas)

Among his friends, Castiel, Lord Milton is everyone’s confidant and, along with his trusted valet, the fixer of problems. But there is one secret Castiel has never shared: he is in love with his valet and has been for years.

Born in the gutters, Dean Winchester was assigned as Castiel’s batman in the war, and when Castiel travelled home to take up his title, Dean followed him as his valet. To assist Castiel, Dean is not above a little burglary or blackmail. But the one thing he wants for himself is Castiel’s heart.

When Castiel’s closest friends become the target of a blackmailer, certain truths come out. But while Dean determines to seduce Castiel, Castiel is adamant that he must resist, for if there is one rule a gentleman must follow, it is never to dally with his servant.

Read it on AO3

#destiel #destiel harlequin challenge #sting writes fic #profoundnet

[spnsmile]

SKID | Destiel Harlequin 2020

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Rating: E

Tags: Arrange Marriage, Mafia!Cas, Domestics, fluff, rescue, violence

Word Count: 23k

Summary:

Married life in the Novak compound for a month was not as blissful as Dean thought so when he could, he fought for his freedom. Castiel finally relented and as Dean tried to put the pieces of his normal life together, getting a bike messenger job and dealing with pain in the ass clients, he now needs to deal with the dangerous presence of his very jealous and very protective husband watching over him.

Is his life ever going to get back to normal?

@destielharlequinchallenge 🌸 LINK FIC

#destielharlequinchallenge2020 #destiel harlequin challenge #destiel fic #i wasnt able to post the second one 😭 #already married #so married #domestic destiel

[dyslexicsquirrel]

I participated in the Destiel Harlequin Challenge Cheesefest 2019 ( @destielharlequinchallenge ) and it was so much fun. I can’t wait to do it again. Thanks so much to the mods for organizing this whole thing. ❤️

A Baby for Christmas

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: no archive warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Castiel, Mpreg, Anal Sex

Summary: Dean Winchester finds a list of all the Eligible Alphas in town when he’s fixing Castiel Novak’s car and the fact that he’s not on it surprises him more than it should. He’s been pining for Castiel since he showed up in Oak Grove alone and pregnant, but Castiel never gave him, or any other alpha, the time of day. Now he’s on the hunt for a mate. Can he come up with a plan to make Castiel realize he’s the perfect alpha for him and make both their Christmas wishes come true?

#destiel harlequin challenge #cheesefest 2019 #destiel #destiel fic #omegaverse #mpreg

[bowlegsandbiceps]

Welcome to the Hunt

Dean Winchester is a rising star in cable news. Brash and unapologetic, he’s made more than a few enemies “informing people, hunting the truth” but he refuses to back down, not while Speaker Azazel is blocking a game-changing bill for foster kids. Not even when he begins to receive disturbing death threats. Not even when he ends up with the darkly seductive Castiel Novak as his bodyguard…

Trained in Special Ops, recovering alcoholic Castiel Novak is nine-months sober and so not interested in joining the family security firm. But with his brother in a bind, he relents and it's clear from the start that Dean isn't going to make his job easy. Far from the pretty talking head he expected, Dean is tough, independent, and totally sexy. And he's fighting him every step of the way.

As Dean’s stalker raises the stakes, Castiel must keep him close if he wants to keep him alive. But being so close can only turn up the heat that's been simmering between them - a heat that could explode into passion at any moment…

“Welcome to the Hunt. I’m Dean Winchester. Let’s do this.”

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Written for the Destiel Harlequin Challenge

Coming Soon to A03

Additional Warnings and tags under the cut

Additional Warnings/Tags: Stalking, Child Abuse, Domestic Violence, Alcoholism, mention of sexual abuse of a minor, PTSD, war zone flashbacks, canon-typical violence, blood and gore, hints of Dom/Sub, the dog dies, Anchorman Dean Winchester, News Anchor Dean Winchester, Bodyguard Castiel, Marine Castiel, Gay Sex, Frottage, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Drunken Kisses, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, First Kiss, Destiel - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Demisexual Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, First Time, First Kiss, First Meetings, MeetCute, John Winchester A+ parenting, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Happy Ending, Hurt Dean Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Badass Castiel, Dean Winchester Has Daddy Issues, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #fanfic #writing by me #coming soon #destiel harlequin challenge

[your-ginger-angel]

If you still follow me for my Destiel/Supernatural content, please let me direct you to my recently finished story written for the Destiel Harlequin Cheesefest Minibang challenge (@destielharlequinchallenge).

It’s a fluffy story that comes in just over 4,300 words about Cas and his loving boyfriend Dean, who he ropes into planning his company holiday party despite the fact that no one knows Cas even has a boyfriend.  Honestly, I didn’t want to write anything with angst so I promise it is mostly happy the whole way through (okay, so they fight one time!).  

#destiel #supernatural #destiel harlequin cheesefest minibang #destiel harlequin challenge #writing is hard #fluffy fic #because i suck at writing angst

[envydean]

Touch

Pairing: Destiel Rating: Explicit Tags: Modern AU, character injury, past abuse (non graphic), Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Discipline, Dom!Cas, Sub!Dean, touch starved!Dean, hurt!Dean, Falling In Love, 24/7 Dom/sub, gentle!Dom Cas, ace!cas, no dick penetration, mentions of bondage, Spanking, punishment spanking, Blow Jobs, Rimming, semi-public scening Word Count: 17,167 Summary: After Dean’s injured during a scene with an inattentive and, in hindsight, abusive dom, Dean decides he’s done with being a sub for anyone.

Then he meets Castiel in a bar and he helps Dean out. Dean can tell from his years of being a professional sub, that Castiel is very much a Dom. They spend a casual night together and only meet again when Dean crawls back to Purgatory and finds Castiel there.

Only, Castiel isn’t looking for any sub, he’s looking for a domestic discipline relationship. Dean’s been a sub for too long to deny that it’s something he’s thought about in the past and he tentatively decides to give it a try on the basis that it’ll be casual sex only, but it’s not long before that begins to change.

Read on AO3 | Art Masterpost

 Written for the @destielharlequinchallenge | beta’d by FPwoper

#destiel harlequin challenge #spncreatorsdaily #destielfanficnet #deancasfanficnet #destiel fanfic #destiel #SUpernatural #jenny writes #dom!cas #sub!Dean

[mattzerella-sticks]

Now Posted!

Eros & Trouble (M, 30.5 k, 5/5 Dean Winchester/Castiel, AU - Gods & Goddesses) for the @destielharlequinchallenge

Dean Winchester was your average bartender, save for the fact that he’s an orphan with a seriously bad penchant of falling in love with the worst men possible. Time after time, broken heart after broken heart, normal people would give up on ever finding their soulmate. But not Dean; he still holds onto hope that he will meet the man of his dreams. And the Adonis with the blue eyes could be him, even if he wears such a creepy trench coat. He should have known his heart would lead him to nothing but trouble…

Cas - or Eros, as he’s better known - drags Dean into a world he never knew existed but has lived alongside his own for longer than he ever realized. He meets the refugees of Olympus, cast out after the Fates banished them, and learns not only about the lives of the homeless Olympians but also his own heritage. They keep telling Dean he has the power to save them all, but all his life he never had the power to control anything. His heart is even more powerful than his will, still pining after the man who uprooted his comfortable ignorance. Then again… could it be Dean Winchester’s heart that is the key to saving them all?

A little taste of what’s in store:

        “Two Harvey Wallbangers… I got two – yep, here you go.” Dean hands the two glasses over to the woman in the pinstripe suit. She grabs it with a smile, the sweet fiver sticking out of the tip jar. He pushes it in deeper, moving on to collect another order from the guy with a man-bun and tattoos up his arms. It’s a busy night, but Dean thrives in front of a crowd. Better than his partner for the evening. Gordon fumbles with the bottles and snarls when a customer says more than five words to him. Alistair promised Dean he’d get the hang of it soon. It’s been five months and he still hates sharing his tips with the other man.

        On nights like these the orders blend together, and nothing really sticks out about the drinkers who wanted them; until a deep voice asks for vodka. Dean would have asked if he wanted it ‘on the rocks’ if he didn’t suspect the man already smuggling some in his throat. He turns to address the customer, and freezes. Their eyes lock, and it feels like Cupid himself pierced his heart.

        His eyes are an unnatural shade of blue. Dean cycles through all the different ‘blue’ things he could use to compare it to and landed on the Curaçao resting on the high shelf behind him. Both are electric and enticing. Moving past the eyes, Dean takes in the rest of his features. Chiseled jaw blanketed by a shadow that looks more like a nine o’clock than a five o’clock. Lips just the right amount of chapped, inviting and asking to be wet. Dark, messy hair he wants to make worse by running his own fingers through it. Tanned skin better suited for the coast than Middle America, especially in winter. He’d say more about his body if there weren’t a frumpy trench coat in the way.

        It didn’t matter though. Between the seconds where the man asked him for the vodka and when Dean nodded, not trusting his voice to stay steady, he fell in love.

        Lucky for him the vodka was within arms reach. Dean pours two fingers into a glass and slides it across the bar. When the customer goes to reach for it, he stops short and keeps him from it.

        The man raises a brow.

        Dean smirks. “Company policy. I need to know every customers’ name and relationship status before I serve them.”

        His line earns itself a smile and chuckle; the man’s eyes dip down then flit back up to meet Dean’s. “Really?”

        “Yeah,” Dean sighs, “If I don’t get it I’m liable to be fired…” He bats his eyelashes, putting on his best pout.

        “That would be a shame… and I do want my drink…” He sighs, feigning exasperation. “My name is Cas and – currently – I happen to be seeing someone.”

        Dean’s grin falters, but doesn’t fade. His fingers curl possessively around the glass. “Is that so?”

        “Yes,” Cas nods, “Right now, across the counter.” He winks, butterflies swarming in Dean’s stomach. His nerves unclench themselves at Cas’s joke, grip loosening on the drink. Cas takes it from him, sipping at it. “So, now that you know my name…”

        “Dean,” he says holding his now free hand in front of him, “At your service.”

        Cas grabs it, lightning sparking at the touch. “I hope so.”

        After that, Dean never strayed too far from Cas’s orbit. Throughout the remainder of his shift, Cas is his focus. Whenever he could, Dean would lean across the bar and steal a few seconds of the other man’s time. Cas gives it gladly, even emptying his glass in a single gulp to keep Dean by him longer. After pouring his tenth glass of vodka, he was worried.

        “I can handle my liquor better than you’d think,” Cas tells him, “But it’s sweet that you asked.”

        “So you’re…”

        “Conscious and able to make sound decisions,” he says, smirking, “If you were wondering?”

        He was; his blush floods over his face, wiping away his freckles. Dean stutters out a joke and tends to a group of women who whined for more refills. And like he has every time Dean serves another customer, Cas’s intense gaze follows him. Used to performing with eyes on him, it’s rare for Dean to trip up. But his goal of impressing the other man goes unfulfilled as his hands revolt and he fares no better than Gordon.

        Dean nearly spills a Malibu Sunrise on an old man when he notices Cas stand. He races over, ignoring at least three different calls for drinks. “You going?”

        “Not far,” Cas says, “When do you get off shift?”

        Glancing at the clock, Dean notices the long hand on the nine. “Fifteen.”

        “I’ll be outside.”

        “You sure?” He looks to the window, at the snow falling steadily to the ground. “Don’t want anything to freeze and fall off…”

        “I don’t get cold,” Cas shrugs, “I’ll be outside.”

        Cas tries to leave, but Dean grabs him by his arm. “Wait – where?”

        “You’ll know.” He slips out of his grasp and exits. Another man grabs his seat as soon as he’s taken two steps away, waving a ten in his face and asking for an Aperol Spritz. Dean snatches it from him, along with the money from the others, churning out their orders so he can leave. He spies Bela sneaking out the back room and barks her name out. Handing her his apron, Dean escapes.

        Stopping at his locker, Dean grabs his jacket and tugs it on. The brown leather, the only thing his dad left him in the will besides his car, fit snugly across his shoulders. He zips it tight to keep the warmth in, hoping it staves the chill off long enough so he doesn’t shudder when talking with Cas. When it happens, he wants it to be from his breath ghosting across his ear as he whispers. Or by their fingers tangling together as Dean leads him to his Baby. Clearing his mind of those thoughts, Dean shuts his locker door and exits.

        He wishes Cas told him where he’d wait. Searching through the half-filled parking lot, Dean couldn’t find the rumpled trench coat that’s become so familiar, so quickly. Still, he doesn’t believe Cas just left. His heart squeezes as if ensnared, and the person on the other end pulls him where he needs to be.

        Legs take him towards his Baby, where Cas waits. He admires her sleek, black frame; hand sliding over the hood. Dean walks to the other side, dimples showing under the streetlights. “Hey.”

        “Hello, Dean.”

        He taps at Baby’s hood. “You like her?”

        “She’s an impressive chariot,” Cas tells him, “Yours?”

        Dean nods. “What gave it away?”

        Cas shrugs. “A feeling I had…” He drags his hand away, meeting Dean’s gaze from across Baby. Like before in the bar, thunder rolls across his body and he gets drunk on his eyes alone. A wind cuts across the parking lot, but he doesn’t mind. His body warms itself from the intense power burning within Cas. “So,” Cas continues, “do you want to draw this out or are you going to come over here?”

        Dean huffs out a laugh; Cas’s boldness makes him giddy. “Don’t want to save it for the bedroom?”

        “I fear if I don’t have a taste I’ll starve before we make it there.”

        Rolling his eyes, Dean concedes. He ambles around his car, tracing her lines on his way to Cas. Dean keeps an inch of space between them when he stops. Now away from the counter, he drags his eyes down Cas’s body. Underneath the surprisingly open trench coat is a sapphire blue tie. It matches the suit color, and Dean wonders if the man owns any other shade other than blue. He brushes the thought aside, since it works so well for the other man. Reaching the end of his journey, Dean expects nothing special past the very obvious bulge nestled in his pants. When he reaches his feet, however, Dean pauses.

        “Why the fuck aren’t you wearing any shoes?”

        Two fingers brush against his forehead, and Cas’s answer doesn’t matter. Dean falls unconscious.

#Dean Winchester #Castiel #Destiel #Deancas #Supernatural #Spn #Spn fanfic #Supernatural fanfiction #Destiel fanfiction #Destiel fanfic #Deancas fanfiction #Deancas fanfic #destiel harlequin challenge

[destielharlequinchallenge]

Sign ups for the 2021 Destiel Harlequin will open on May 2nd, 2021!

Do you love cheesy, trope-filled Harlequin romance novels? Do you like mixing up genres, and writing a Holiday Christmas AU but in a fantasy land? Do you enjoy mysteries but with a DeanCas romance twist? Come and sign up for the Destiel Harlequin Challenge, now back, post-pandemic for our 2021 round!

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