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Treasure Quest, Chapter 7: Making Plans

Pairing: Captain Dean x Rhaya Payton (OFC, eventual) Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Captain Keira, Captain Crowley, Lucifer, Lord Darius Payton and Lady Isabella (mentioned), Lord Ashton Kane, Damon Sharpe (OMC's) Carissa Payton, Darcy (OFC's).

Word Count: 5492

Warnings: Angst, Danger in Treasure Hunting with injuries, Captain Dean's self-doubt, Unwanted Wedding Plans, Still Scheming Stepmother, Still Annoying Fiancé

Series Summary: Rhaya Payton is the daughter of the governor of Ochana. She grew up listening to her father tell her stories of pirates and treasure maps. At a gala one night, her stepmother, Carissa, announces Rhaya’s engagement to Ashton Kane, a wealthy nobleman. Only problem is, no one checked with Rhaya first. After overhearing plans made by her fiancé, Rhaya decides to go on the run and stows away on Captain Dean’s ship. What will happen when he finds her?

This Chapter: Captain Dean & Company go after the treasure, which doesn't go as smoothly as they would have liked. Meanwhile, Rhaya is stuck with Carissa's wedding plans and trying desperately to find a way to escape again. Captain Dean has business to attend to before he can rescue Rhaya, but will he be able to save the day? Tune in to find out....Enjoy!

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"Get us back to the ship!!" Dean shouted as he heaved himself the rest of the way up and into the rear of the wagon. Everyone was ducking to avoid the unrelenting volley of projectiles crisscrossing their path. Sam flicked the reins and shouted for the horses to take off.

In the bed of the wagon were two wooden boxes, along with Donna, Jody, and an injured Jack. Dean frantically looked around him to see what he could use as a weapon, when his eyes finally landed on the two treasure chests. He needed something to stop the villagers that had emerged from the cover of the jungle and were now chasing them. His only option to get them to break off the attack was to use the two treasure chests as a distraction.

>>>About 36 hours earlier<<<

The map indicated that the treasure was buried somewhere on the largest of the seven isles that made up the Crystal Islands. Legend was that the island was mostly uninhabited, except for the coastal areas. There were some small but organized settlements with homes dotting the landscape. They were generally agrarian in nature, taking advantage of the fertile soil near the coast.

Dean managed to barter with one of the clan leaders for some much-needed supplies, such as food and tools. In exchange for a share of any treasure found, he was given the use of four horses with full tack. He attached the horses to a wagon that would carry what they needed, along with any valuables unearthed in their quest. Payment was expected upon the return of the wagon and horses, to which Dean agreed.

During their preparation for treasure-hunting, Dean couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he had when his eyes fell on the chief's brother. He picked up on a few subtle hints that not every village member was on board with helping him and his crew. As they followed the map, he shared his thoughts, and everyone agreed to remain alert for any possible threats. There were enough outside forces working against them. They didn't need angry and suspicious villagers added to the list.

Using the landmarks referenced on the map, the group maneuvered through the thick jungle foliage with their gear. It wasn't long before they arrived at the opening to a cave, which was wide but didn't appear to be very deep. Before venturing any further, Dean put Jack in charge of finding a shortcut or alternate route back to the ship. In case of a quick escape, such information would be extremely beneficial.

Once inside, the group followed a narrow walkway around the perimeter of the cave's interior. This pathway led to a deep pool fed by a natural spring, which is where the treasure was found. Under the clear, blue water, several chests brimming with valuables could be seen resting on the sandy floor of the pool. Glimmering objects made of gold, silver, jewels, and other precious metals were just waiting to be brought to the surface.

After a brief celebration at their success, the crew began the work of retrieving the treasure. Through a system of ropes and pulleys, the trunks were hauled up from below and loaded onto the wagon and returned to the ship. As they worked, each crewmember entertained fantasies of what they would do if even a fraction of the treasure were given to them. It was difficult to contain their excitement and wonder at seeing so much wealth in such a small place.

Finally, the last two trunks were loaded onto the wagon, ready to start on the path back to the ship, with Sam on driving duty and Jody in the back of the wagon. Dean led the crew as they exited the cave, first scanning the dense jungle for hidden threats. When he felt safe enough to continue, Dean motioned for Sam to climb up into the driver's seat and wait for his signal. He continued to survey the area as preparations were made to leave.

A whizzing sound passed Dean's ear, and suddenly Jack screamed in pain and clutched his arm. An arrow was embedded in his right bicep, a crimson stain blooming beneath the point of entry. Donna quickly yanked the scarf from around her neck and tied it snugly around the wound on Jack's arm, trying to put pressure on it. Jack winced at the tightness, but knew it was the best way to stop the bleeding.

Donna and Dean helped the injured young man to safety by each grabbing a foot and lifting him up over the back end of the wagon. As soon as Jack's backside hit the wood, Jody tugged him off to the side, out of the line of fire. Dean then assisted Donna with her ascent, trying to cover his head whenever possible. He knew that parts of his body would likely be covered in bruises from being pelted by rocks and other small but dangerous objects. He managed to haul his body halfway into the wagon, then hook his leg over the edge as an anchor.

"Get us back to the ship!!" Dean shouted to Sam as he heaved himself the rest of the way up and into the rear of the wagon. Everyone was ducking to avoid the unrelenting volley of projectiles crisscrossing their path. Sam flicked the reins and shouted for the horses to take off.

In the bed of the wagon were two wooden boxes, along with Donna, Jody, and an injured Jack. Dean frantically looked around him to see what he could use as a weapon, when his eyes finally landed on the two treasure chests. He tried to think of how he could use them to stop the villagers that had emerged from the cover of the jungle and were now chasing them. His only option to get them to break off the attack was to use the two treasure chests as a distraction.

Dean tried to pull one of the chests towards the edge of their escape vehicle, but with the weight of its contents, it barely budged. Donna and Jody caught on to what he was doing and they shouted for him to join them behind the box to push it over the back of the wagon. Fueled by adrenaline, together they managed to move one of the trunks enough for it to tumble off the edge.

Upon its impact with the ground, the wood smashed into pieces, with glittering treasure spilling onto the jungle floor. The greedy villagers started scooping up whatever they could carry, pushing and shoving each other out of the way. By the time anyone realized there was a second trunk, it had also crashed to the ground and was demolished on impact. The villagers' attack was forgotten, which allowed Dean and his crew to safely return to the ship and leave the island.

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Lucifer strolled from his assigned quarters in the governor's mansion to the kitchen for something to eat. Since he arrived two days ago, he'd made multiple attempts to speak with Lord Ashton in private to settle his accounts and receive payment. But each time he tried, the nobleman was on his way to another "important meeting" with the governor or something to do with the wedding.

The captain of The Red Dragon decided that today was the day he would press Lord Ashton for the payment of 50,000 gold coins. If he refused, Lucifer was prepared to settle the matter with his fists or his blade, whichever method first presented itself. He had business elsewhere to attend to and had neither the time nor the patience to wait around for Lord Ashton to hold up his end of the bargain.

At that moment, Lord Ashton emerged from his office, his eyes focused on a set of papers. His second-in-command, Damon Sharpe, was at his side, trying to shepherd him to another meeting. Perfect timing, Lucifer thought. He put himself directly in Lord Ashton's and Damon's path, giving them no choice but to see him and stop in their tracks.

"Ah, Captain Lucifer, I was told you and your crew had left Ochana," Lord Ashton drawled.

"Lord Ashton, I certainly don't know why anyone would've told you that," Lucifer smirked, then leaned close to Ashton's ear. "Especially since I haven't been paid yet," he whispered.

"Ahh, yes," Lord Ashton replied nervously. "Well, about that," he began, but was interrupted by the feel of metal against the skin of his neck. Damon had started to leap to Ashton's defense but was stopped by Ketch's grip on his arm.

"Now, you weren't planning on weaseling out of your end of the deal, were you?" Lucifer asked ominously.

"No, no, nothing like that," Ashton squeaked out as a little more pressure from the blade was brought to bear. "Why don't we, um, step back into my office, where we can discuss our business?"

Lucifer hesitated a moment before he finally removed his dagger from anywhere near Lord Ashton's throat. "All right. Lead the way, while my man Ketch keeps your Mr. Sharpe company," he stated in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

The two men returned to the office, with Lucifer locking the door behind him. Ashton shuffled some of the papers on his desk, trying to look busy while stalling for time. "So, that was 35,000 gold coins, right? I'll grab those out of my--" He had rounded the corner of his desk but was stopped in his tracks by Lucifer's hand on his chest.

"You hired me to locate and safely return your wayward fiancée, and I did exactly that. The deal was for 50,000, not 35,000. I really don't like what you're trying to pull here, Ashton, so let me assure you of something. One more attempt to cheat me out of what's rightfully mine, and you won't live long enough to regret it," Lucifer warned.

Ashton gulped at the mention of further violence, because he knew the ruthless captain was more than capable of carrying out his threat. He held out the bag of coins, but just as Lucifer was about to take it from him, Ashton pulled it back a little. The look in the captain's eyes caused him to step back in fear. "Wait. There's more where this came from, if you're interested," Ashton whispered. "A-A bonus, if you will."

"And what would I have to do in order to obtain this....bonus, as you say?" Lucifer asked.

"For an extra 25,000, all you have to do is keep my fiancée from escaping again. She has been promised to me, and I intend for us to be married. Plus, she made me look like a fool by sneaking out of the mansion and sailing off on some ship," he muttered.

You don't need your fiancée's help to look like a fool, Lucifer silently commented. To Ashton, he shrugged and said, "All right. For 25,000, I agree to your offer to make sure your lovely bride-to-be sticks around long enough to say 'I do'," he replied.

"Excellent!" Ashton quickly declared. "I'll have the staff make sure that the rooms for you and your men are serviced with clean linens and towels. If any of you want anything special, as in foods or whatever, please let me know and I will speak to the governor."

Lucifer could tell that Ashton was anxious to bring an end to this conversation, but there was one crucial point left to be made. On his way out, he stepped closer to Ashton until he was nearly nose-to-nose with him. He could see the fear growing in his opponent's eyes, which gave him immense satisfaction. "But if you try to double-cross me again, your Lordship, I will not hesitate to make good on my earlier threat." He gave Ashton a smug smile, turned on his heel and left the office.

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By the time Dean and his crew made their way back to the ship, the treasure had been safely stowed and hidden aboard. As Dean boarded, he looked behind him to see the angry villagers had nearly caught up to them. They had broken out of the dense jungle and were headed for the docks. A few of the warriors had launched their spears and arrows towards the retreating vessel in an attempt to stop her, but she had already sailed out of range. The weapons either landed short in the water or clattered harmlessly on the deck.

Once the ship was well underway and a safe distance from the island, the med kit was pulled out and Jack's wound was dressed. Everyone else escaped with mostly minor injuries, mainly cuts and scratches from being grazed by arrows or bruises from thrown rocks. A change of clothes was also in order for anyone still wet from diving for treasure in the cave.

As Jack was being patched up in the infirmary, Dean paced outside, wondering how he was going to explain this to Kelly. Deep down, he knew it wasn't his fault, but as his captain, Jack was still his responsibility. When Rowena was finished with her healing duties, she poked her head outside and told Dean that her patient wanted to speak with him.

Before Dean could apologize, Jack mentioned that he didn't blame his captain for what happened. He understood that this was a dangerous mission in uncharted territory, but that he agreed to go because of his friendship with Rhaya. Soon the two men were laughing, especially when Dean pointed out that his scar might give him an advantage in the pursuit of young ladies.

The closer they got to their destination in Ochana, the more apprehensive Captain Dean became. The better part of his life had been spent at sea, first on his father's crew, where he worked his way up through the ranks. After Captain John passed away, Dean assumed the captaincy of The Black Diamond and added a couple of new members.

Dean thought about the life Rhaya had growing up, the daughter of a governor. As such, she was practically a member of the nobility, part of the upper class. Someone like that was more accustomed to lavish estates, gourmet meals, the finest fabrics for designer clothing. And what exactly did he have to offer her? A rootless existence, where he was away at sea more often than not, simple meals limited to the supplies onboard, and garments better suited for life aboard a ship.

"I thought I might find you here," a voice from behind him startled him out of his dreary internal monologue.

"What's the matter, Keira, can't sleep?" Dean replied.

She chuckled. "Not really. Trying to come up with a plan to get Rhaya out of her predicament with Lord Ass-hton. Anytime his father had a meeting with the governor, Ashton made sure to tag along so that he could be around Rhaya. He made his intentions toward her quite clear. He believed that he deserved the best. Since he considered her as 'the best', he declared that they would be married one day. Rhaya shut down that line of thinking rather quickly, though. She wasn't interested in marriage to anyone, let alone Lord High-and-Mighty."

"I'm sure that was a blow to his oversized ego," Dean grinned.

"Oh, you know it was, because he stopped tagging along with his father after that. We only saw him briefly at state-sponsored events, such as Ochana's centennial ball and various holiday galas. Then Carissa made that ridiculous announcement that they were engaged. Darcy told me Rhaya was furious and begged her father to undo it all," Keira related.

"But....if it's not Lord Asshat, Rhaya deserves to marry someone who can give her that kind of life. Not someone like me," he muttered.

Keira rolled her eyes at the captain's last comment. "Listen to me. The kind of lifestyle and attitude represented by Lord Jerk-Ass are not who she is, and it's not what's important to her. This whole 'prim and proper, lady-like' agenda is being pushed by no one but Carissa. Lord Darius and Lady Isabella didn't subscribe to that stuff. They encouraged Rhaya to think and stand up for herself, to practice in the art of defense, and know that she is inferior to no one."

"That's all well and good, but it doesn't mean anything when she would be giving up so much just to be with me," he protested.

"Are you saying you're not deserving of her? That you're not worth the effort? Because I think that's Rhaya's decision to make, don't you?" Keira shot back.

Dean dropped his gaze to the deck as Keira's comments were stingingly accurate. "Keira, you know what kind of life we lead. Traveling from port to port, sometimes only staying home long enough to re-supply, then it's back out to sea on another job. And the dangers we face when we're out there, like storms, illness, injury, even attacks from our enemies. She shouldn't have to put up with that in her everyday life," he finished softly.

"Captain, I know my sister. What you just described is exactly the way she would want to live her life if she was allowed to choose. The only reason she hasn't been out on the open water with me on my ship is because of her concern for her father in the clutches of her stepmother. Now, we have a little more than two days before we reach the port of Ochana and we still need to come up with a rescue plan. You still with me on that?"

Dean considered Keira's remarks about what Rhaya wants her life to look like. Back at Harvelle's, he mentioned to Sam how he could see her accompanying him on jobs. How he wouldn't have to leave her on land while he worked, that she could be his partner in every sense of the word. Why was he having second thoughts all of a sudden?

Maybe he didn't yet know what name to give his feelings for her, but that didn't mean they were of any less importance. He was certain about one thing, though. There was no way he was going to let Rhaya marry Lord Ashton Kane. Dean would not allow the light in her eyes to become dim for any reason. "You're right. Let's get the others and see what we can come up with."

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In the days leading up to the wedding, Rhaya was spending more and more time in her room, away from Carissa and her plans. All of the pomp and circumstance surrounding all aspects of the wedding was giving Rhaya a headache. She made herself available for her dress fittings, going over the menu for the reception, and designing her bouquet. She left everything else up to Carissa, though the one aspect she didn't mind was the cake tasting. The pastry chef had been with the governor since Rhaya was young. After sampling the various options, she knew this detail was in good hands.

Two days before the wedding, Rhaya was sitting on the bench in front of her bedroom window, a book in her hand. However, her mind was not terribly focused on the pages in front of her. The words were swimming within her vision, and she was certain she'd read the same passage about ten times. Her mind was racing with strategies and half-baked escape plans that all involved sneaking out of the mansion again to avoid having to marry Ashton.

A knock at her door broke Rhaya out of her thoughts. She hoped it wasn't another one of the "consultants" coming to ask her about something wedding-related. When she saw it was Darcy, she grabbed the young woman by the hand and swiftly pulled her into the room. Before closing the door, Rhaya checked up and down the hallway. She was relieved to find it deserted, which meant that Darcy had not been followed by Carissa, Ashton, or anyone associated with them.

"Rhaya, what is going on? Are you okay?" Darcy asked.

"No, Darce, I'm not okay. Carissa moved up the wedding date, so I have to get out of here, because there's no way I'm going to marry Ashton. Especially not when my heart belongs to someone else," Rhaya murmured.

Darcy moved to sit beside Rhaya, facing the headboard and gave a deep sigh. "I thought something was different about you since you got back. Is it this Captain Dean, hmm?" she smirked, then gasped as a thought entered her mind. "Are you in love with a pirate captain?"

Rhaya sat up straight as her eyes widened in shock. "What? No, no. No. Wait--maybe," she confessed. "I don't know what to call it, Darcy, but right now, part of me feels like it's missing. This wedding business isn't the only reason I'm miserable. It's also because I haven't seen Dean in two weeks and I'm afraid that maybe he's moved on and forgotten all about me."

A look of sympathy crossed Darcy's mind as she patted Rhaya's hand. "Nonsense, there's no way that man has forgotten about you. I'm sure he has some business to attend to, after which he'll be headed back this way to rescue you from Lord Ashton."

"Maybe," Rhaya reluctantly replied. "Anyway, enough about that, what were you coming to talk to me about?"

Darcy mentioned that she stopped by to check on how her friend was doing with all of the unwanted wedding preparations going on. She listened to Rhaya talk about her gown, the flowers, and the ever-increasing guest list. Darcy's thoughts drifted back to the message she'd received the previous day and wondered how such information would fit into an escape plan.

"And I told Carissa that I wanted to dye my hair blue before the wedding, so I'd have my 'something blue'," Rhaya declared.

"Mmhmm, that sounds like a good idea," Darcy murmured.

"I knew it! You haven't been listening to me!" Rhaya pouted, though her tone softened when she saw the look of concentration on Darcy's face. "Hold on a minute, are you all right? What is it?" she asked worriedly.

This seemed to break Darcy out of her trance, as she shook her head to clear it. Then she flashed Rhaya a tired smile. "Nothing, honey. I promise I'm all right. Hey, can you show me what your dress looks like, or do you want it to be a surprise?"

"No, you can see the monstrosity now if you'd like," Rhaya muttered. "It's hanging over there, on the hook next to my wardrobe. You can even try it on if you want, we're practically the same dress size."

"I think it would bring bad luck if I did that," Darcy replied. She removed the dress from the garment bag and held it aloft to inspect it. The strapless bodice was made of white chiffon, ruched in a crisscross pattern. There was a beaded crystal band that sat at the waist, then it gave way to a full ballgown skirt. "The top part of your dress is certainly beautiful, Rhaya. Only....is the bottom part supposed to look like--?"

"Like someone stitched together a bunch of huge roses made out of white tissue paper? Because that's what it looks like," she supplied wearily as Darcy nodded. After a beat, both women dissolved fully into laughter for a few minutes until Rhaya had a sobering thought. "How could she do that to me, make me wear something so hideous? A girl only gets married once in her life, and wearing that dress is not a memory I want to have of that day."

"I know, sweet pea. I don't know what she was thinking either, but I have a feeling that all will work out for you in the end," Darcy replied. She motioned with her arms and laughed softly as Rhaya got comfortable with her head in Darcy's lap. As she stroked Rhaya's hair, she considered the communication she received from Keira. The message was simple: Mission accomplished, we're on our way.

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Dean and Keira sailed back to Alcaria to pick up her ship and the rest of her crew, then she would sail The Aurora on to Ochana. The key was to stall or even stop Rhaya's wedding to Ashton long enough for Dean to get his affairs in order. He and his crew would then sail The Black Diamond to Ochana. Once there, he would reunite with the beautiful stowaway who constantly occupied his thoughts and had also captured his heart.

When Dean first took over as captain, he began to set aside a portion of his wages to buy a piece of land in Alcaria. Eventually, his dream was to build a house on the land, complete with horses, chickens, and perhaps some cows. Up until he took on this "treasure quest" on behalf of his father, he had pictured himself alone in this scenario.

Lately though, whenever he pictures his home on this stretch of land, he no longer imagines living in it alone. Now there's a woman, and she's leaning on the porch railing, waiting for him. Long, wavy strawberry-blond hair pulled back in a braid, dark chestnut eyes with thick, fluttering lashes and a soft smile on her face. A smaller figure was running up to the porch, arms outstretched. The newest addition to the vision was almost in focus--

"Dean, are you almost ready to go?" Sam's voice rang out from the other side of the door.

His brother's voice broke through his reverie and Dean took a deep breath. "Yeah, one second, Sam." He checked his appearance in the mirror one last time. Satisfied with the results, Dean left his room to join his brother. He clapped his hand on Sam's shoulder and grinned. "Let's go see that man so I can sign those papers for my little slice of paradise."

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The night of the wedding rehearsal went smoothly, with everyone playing their respective parts. Of course Lord Darius proudly escorted his daughter down the aisle to her fiancé, who stood waiting with an air of arrogance about him. The governor gently placed Rhaya's hand in Ashton's, then retreated to take his place at Carissa's side.

While the officiant explained what would be happening during the ceremony, Ashton focused on Rhaya, a self-satisfied grin on his face. In less than 24 hours, she would belong to him, along with the sizeable dowry provided by her father. Soon he would get his hands on The Shadow Pirate's treasure map and recovered the precious items. Too bad his new bride will be unable to share in the wealth, he thought smugly to himself.

Rhaya somehow managed to tolerate Ashton long enough to get through the rehearsal ceremony. The toasts at dinner were harmless enough, with a few exceptions from Ashton's friends and business associates. There were comments that strayed into eye-rolling territory, but weren't exactly crude. They referred to Rhaya as the "little woman" and how she would be an "excellent bearer of sons" for him, which grated on her nerves.

Fortunately after dinner, Ashton excused himself to mingle with the guests, leaving Rhaya alone at their table. Her father stayed to chat with her for awhile, until Carissa drew him away, with a reminder of his promise to dance with her. Just before Rhaya was about to return to her room, a familiar face approached her table.

"Good evening, Lady Rhaya. I see congratulations are in order," the man remarked as he took a seat next to her. "I also understand you've recently returned from a voyage at sea."

"A good evening to you as well, Captain Crowley. In answer to your question, yes. I have been returned to my home and my fiancé by Captain Lucifer," she replied. "He was rather insistent that I come back."

"I see. Yes, Captain Lucifer can be a rather persuasive man. Tell me, did you meet any other interesting people on your journey?" he asked.

A bashful smile graced Rhaya's face as she thought of the time she spent with Captain Dean. "Yes, I did. I, um, sneaked out of my room and stowed away aboard The Black Diamond," she confessed.

Crowley pretended to be shocked. "Why, that's Captain Winchester's ship! And he didn't banish you to an uninhabited island or make you walk the plank?" he exclaimed.

"No, no, nothing like that," she laughed. "I explained that I was running from my engagement to Ashton, and we reached a sort of agreement. He allowed me to remain on board his ship, while I earned my keep by serving as a member of his crew. We became friends along the way. At least that's how I think of him," she murmured, her hands twisting nervously in her lap.

Crowley nodded his head in understanding. "Rumor has it that Captain Dean 'acquired' a map for the treasure of The Shadow Pirate," he commented. He cast her a sidelong glance, as he wanted to see her reaction.

Rhaya momentarily dropped her gaze to the floor before meeting Crowley's once again. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked softly. When he nodded, she explained how she took the treasure map from her father's study and brought it with her on Dean's ship. She mentioned their mutual plan to retrieve and split the treasure between them. With it, they could each determine their own destinies and not have to live a life that was planned for them.

"Do you think he found it? The treasure, I mean?" Crowley inquired.

"I haven't heard from him since the night before Lucifer and his men took me and brought me home. I would assume he continued on his quest for fame and fortune," she shrugged. "In any event, I hope he did find it, and that it was what he was looking for," she replied. "I suppose I shall see him soon, even if it is just to complete our 'business transaction'," she added with a sad smile.

At her words, Crowley couldn't help but wonder if finding and sharing a cache of valuables between them would be enough for Rhaya and Dean. That perhaps the real treasure was something they would find in each other to complete their own puzzle. "My lady, Captain Dean is an honorable man. For a pirate, anyway," he muttered. "I'm certain that should he succeed, he will honor your agreement and deliver to you your fair share," Crowley assured her as he stood. "Before I take my leave, may I have the honor of dancing with the bride-to-be?"

Rhaya sent him a genuine smile and rose from her chair. She took his offered hand and gave him a small curtsy before responding, "I would be delighted, Captain Crowley."

For a man who spent a good deal of his time away from land, Crowley was quite skilled at guiding his partner across the floor. When the music ended, he bowed as she returned the gesture with a curtsy. Before he departed, he took Rhaya's hand in his and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it. "Don't settle for second best, my lady," he murmured as his eyes quickly darted in Ashton's direction. "You deserve to receive nothing less than what your heart desires." With a final bow, he bid Rhaya farewell.

***

Shortly before midnight, a ship pulled up to the port in Ochana and dropped its anchor. A figure clad all in black maneuvered along the docks in search of a particular ship and its captain. The new visitor to Ochana found success in the man standing next to his ship, a lazy smirk gracing his lips. The two quickly conversed, and with a nod, they each went their separate ways. The captain returned aboard his ship, while the mystery figure headed towards the governor's mansion.

As the minutes ticked by, Rhaya's dread about her wedding day continued to grow. She had been unsuccessful in figuring out how to escape the mansion and her groom-to-be. She was a little perplexed by Darcy's behavior earlier in the evening, but pushed it out of her mind for the moment. Rhaya took a deep breath and closed her eyes, desperately willing sleep to come.

The black-clad figure moved among the shadows to avoid detection by the security force that seemed to have been doubled since she last visited. From memory, she located Rhaya's bedroom window which was fortunately open. She effortlessly climbed the trellis attached to the outside of the mansion, as she had done so many times before. With only a small creak, she opened the window a bit more and eased her way into the room.

Rhaya heard soft footfalls approaching her bed and prayed that it wasn't Ashton in a drunken state and confusing her room for his. She lay absolutely motionless in her bed with her eyes squeezed shut and the blanket up to her chin. Her heart began to race when the intruder padded over and stood next to her bed. Before she could utter a word, a hand clamped over her mouth and her eyes flew open in terror.

"Shhh, relax," the figure cooed. At hearing the stranger's voice, Rhaya began to relax but was not without questions.

"How did you get here? How long are you staying? Never mind that, I'm getting marr--" Rhaya tried to explain but was interrupted.

"Simple, I'm here to rescue you, Sis," Keira replied with a mischievous look in her eyes.

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#pirate!dean x ofc #pirate!dean au #treasure quest

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penna-nomen · 8 months

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The Crossworks Exchange authors are revealed, so I can finally share the two I wote:

Wealthy, Wise, and Worthy is a Emma x Pride & Prejudice crossover. Young Emma meets Mr. Darcy and they compare notes on what they're looking for in a spouse.

Alien Hunters is a SPN x Doctor Who fusion in which the Winchesters hunt alien invaders instead of monsters. Features Dean, Sam, Castiel, the 10th Doctor as Crowley (yes, I was influenced by David Tennant as Crowley in Good Omens), Amy, Donna, and Chuck. Plus a fan of Chuck's novels who tells Dean that "love is love."

#emma #pride and prejudice #supernatural #doctor who #fanfic #crossover

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readerthatreadsss · 1 year

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Hey!

Last updated 07/30/23.

So...my last post has been gaining me a few followers so I thought I'd make a post detailing specific characters that I'll write for.

I'll also copy and paste my past post about what I will and won't write at the end.

Also, anything I write will be X fem! Reader.

(I will be constantly updating this post as I become more comfortable with writing for more characters)

Marvel men

-Miguel O’Hara

-Marc Spector/the rest of the Moon Knight system

-Matt Murdock

-Frank Castle

-Peter Parker (all three)

-Steve Rogers

-Bucky Barnes

Marvel women

-Valkyrie

-Natasha Romanoff

-Wanda Maximoff

-Shuri (WIFE-sorry lemme calm down)

-Carol Danvers

-Darcy Lewis

Stranger Things (it's a short list cause most of the characters in the show are literally children :)

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Hopper (yup you read that right cause I love DILFS)

-Robin Buckley

Criminal Minds

-Every single one of them. (Nah I'm just playing)

-Spencer Reid

-Emily Prentiss

-Aaron Hotchner

-Jennifer Jareau

-Derek Morgan

-Luke Alvarez

Triple Frontier

-Every character except Ben Affleck's.

TVD (The Vampire Diaries)

-Damon Salvatore

-Stefan Salvatore

-Elijah Mikaelson

-Rebekah Mikaelson

-Klaus Mikaelson

Miscellaneous (characters from random fandoms/movies)

-Javier Peña (Narcos)

-Lloyd Hansen (Gray Man)

-Joel Miller (TLOU)

-Jake 'Hangman' Sersin (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

-Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

-Castiel (Supernatural)

-Soldier Boy (The Boys)

-Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

-Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)

-Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

-Siobhan Roy (Succession)

-Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson or Christian Bale)

More to be added...

(Looking over this list I have arrived at the conclusion that I am a whore-)

In terms of what exactly I’m open to writing? I can write headcanons, blurbs, and one-shots. Specifically smut, angst, and fluff. The more descriptive you are in your requests, the easier it is for me to write them. But I don't mind the challenge of having to make my own plot.

Kinks/scenarios I’ll write smut for? Almost everything EXCEPT;

-inc3st

-r*pe

-Lactation kink

-pegging (into it in real life but I have no clue how to write it properly I'm sorry)

-Wax play (note I didn't say temperature play because I will write some stuff with Ice)

-Age play (specifically where a character is purposely behaving in a childlike manner/ baby talk. Daddy and Mommy kinks are welcomed tho!)

-CNC and noncon (I’ll definitely write some VERY MILD dubcon if asked tho)

-sexual activities with m1n0rs

-Domestic Vi0lence/ SexuaI abus3 (spanking is a yes tho)

-Scat & Piss

-Race play

-SEVERE knife kink (like I'll write a small knick or slice that barely bleeds or something but anything else is a no for me sorry)

-S3lf Harm/Su1cide (this is not to say that I feel any way towards people who struggle with these issues but I don't think I'm able to effectively represent them in my writing without triggering myself (as someone who has/is struggled with depression) and the last thing I want to do is offend anyone)

Anyways, that’s it for now! Like I said, feel free to make requests or even just send me a regular question or comment to get to know me!

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Characters I Write For - 2024 -

I will only write for these characters at the moment.

Italics = I have already made fanfics on this character if you want to read them

My Masterlist

DC/Gotham - Bane (Hardy), Bruce Wayne (Bale), Jack (Heath) Joker, Jaime Reyes, Jonathan Crane (Gotham), Klarion Bleak, Maxwell Lord, Orm Marius, Roman Sionis, Victor Zsasz

Disney - Christopher Robin, Cruella de Vil, Gaston LeGume (Beauty And The Beast 2017), Jasper Badun, Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid 2023)

Harry Potter - Gilderoy Lockhart, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Sirius Black

Kingsman - Eggsy Unwin, Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Harry Hart, Jack Daniels

Marvel/X-Men - Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Charles Xavier, Eddie/Venom, Erik Killmonger, Everett Ross, Harry Osborn (TASM), Heimdall, Helmut Zemo, Johnny Storm, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Loki Odinson (Not the Series), M'Baku, Natasha Romanoff, Otto Octavius, Peter Maximoff, Peter Parker (Andrew), Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson

Star Wars/The Mandalorian - Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stranger Things - Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckey, Steve Harrington

The Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings - Bilbo Baggins, Boromir, Dwalin, Faramir, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Legolas Greenleaf, Pippin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil

Miscellaneous -

American Psycho - Patrick Bateman

Barbie - Ken (Ryan)

Doctor Who - Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor

Five Nights At Freddy's - Mike Schmidt, William Afton

Indiana Jones - Indiana Jones

John Wick - John Wick

Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm

Scooby Doo (2002) - Shaggy (Norville) Rogers

Supernatural - Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes - Coriolanus Snow, Lucy Gray, Sejanus Plinth, Tigris Snow

The Last Of Us - Joel Miller

The Pirates Of The Caribbean - James Norrington

The Phantom Of The Opera - Erik Destler

The Witcher - Geralt, Jaskier

Trolls - Branch, Floyd

Pride And Prejudice - Fitzwilliam Darcy

Uncharted 4 - Sam Drake, Rafe Adler

Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon

Wonka - Willy Wonka

X-Files - Fox Mulder

Celebrities - Chris Evans, Harry Styles, Justin Timberlake, Pedro Pascal, Timothee Chalamet, Tom Holland

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Requests are OPEN

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2022 - 2024 © justsomerandomfanfic

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letthewhumpbegin · 1 year

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Who / what fandoms I write for

Here's a list of the fandoms and the characters within said fandom I write about.

The characters listed will be the whumpees in the imagines I write. The caretaker does not specifically have to be on this list, but can be anyone from the same fandom (if you have a preference, please specify with your request).

Want to send in your request? I am currently only taking requests from my prompts list, which you can find here and you can also send in your request through there.

A-Team (movie): Face, Murdock

Aladdin (live action movie): Aladdin

American Assassin: Mitch Rapp

Avengers / Marvel: Ant-Man/Scott Lang, Captain America/Steve Rogers, Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange, Hawkeye/Clint Barton, Loki, Thor

The Batman (2022): Bruce Wayne

The Blacklist: Donald Ressler

Bullet Train: Tangerine

Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid

CSI: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes

CSI NY: Danny Messer, Don Flack, Adam Ross

Dune: Paul Atreides

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

Game of Thrones: Jon Snow, Robb Stark

Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill

Hannibal (tv series): Will Graham

The Hobbit: Fili, Kili, Thorin, Thranduil

Inception: Arthur

James Bond (Daniel Craig era): James Bond, Q

Jurassic World: Owen Grady

Justified: Raylan Givens, Tim Gutterson

Kingsman: Eggsy Unwin

The Last of Us: Joel Miller

Lie to Me: Cal Lightman, Eli Loker

Lord of the Rings: Aragorn, Faramir, Legolas

MacGyver: Angus MacGyver

Maze Runner: Newt, Thomas

Now You See Me: Daniel Atlas

Olympus Has Fallen / London Has Fallen: Mike Banning

Our Flag Means Death: Ed Teach/Blackbeard

Pride + Prejudice + Zombies: Mr. Darcy

Prodigal Son: Malcolm Bright

The Purge (movies): Leo Barnes

Shadow & Bone / Six of Crow: Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Wylan van Eck

Sherlock (BBC): Sherlock Holmes

Star Trek (2009): Jim Kirk, Spock

Spiderman (Tom Holland era): Peter Parker

Star Wars: Poe Dameron

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Top Gun Maverick: Rooster/Bradley Bradshaw, Hangman/Jake Seresin

Uncharted (movie): Nathan Drake

Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes

Wonka: Willy Wonka

X-Men: Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy

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dresupi · 4 years

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3 Wishes

For: @artemisgarden Ship: Darcy Lewis/Sam Winchester Sweetheart Prompt: 3 Wishes Word Count: 730 Rated: T Other tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Light Angst, Kissing

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“Okay, how about, for Valentine’s this year, you can have three wishes. Will that make up for me missing your birthday?” Sam asked, wrapping his arms a little more tightly around Darcy’s waist as she settled into his lap.

“I dunno, possibly,” she said with a smirk. “It was my thirtieth, so you missed a big one.”

“I did. But three wishes, though. How often do you get three wishes?”

“Definitely not since the last time I found a genie,” she deadpanned before continuing. “Okay so I make the wishes and you grant them, that’s how this works?”

Sam grinned. “Well, yeah. But they can’t be something ridiculous like a million dollars or for me to dye my hair pink or something like that.”

“Darn. What about fuchsia?” Darcy teased, reaching up to ruffle Sam’s hair.

“No hair dying, no magical money finding.”

“You got it. I already know what I want for my first wish.”

“Wish away,” he said.

“I wish that my totally awesome boyfriend could stay for longer than one night,” Darcy said, letting her head fall to his shoulder. “Or is that too ridiculous?”

“Not at all,” he said. “I can actually stay for the entire week, so granted.”

“A week!’ she exclaimed. “Well, in that case, I’m not going to change into my slutty lingerie until after dinner.”

“I mean, you could wear it for dinner if you wanted. You know that stuff… it looks good for any occasion…” Sam countered.

“It looks good between your teeth, too,” she said with a giggle, pulling him close for a kiss that lasted a lot longer than either of them planned for. She broke it off and straightened on his lap, wriggling down in a very obvious manner before continuing. “Okay so…”

He cleared his throat. “Right. So. Second wish.”

“I want breakfast in bed tomorrow morning,” she said.

“Absolutely. I make the best pancakes.”

“I know. I remember,” she reminded him, pecking the tip of his nose.

“You’re certainly easy to keep happy,” Sam said, shifting so she could lay back on the sofa and he could reach her lips easier. Their kisses grew more heated as he moved around to lay beside her.

“That’s the major draw, isn’t it? That I’m low maintenance. Especially considering you don’t have the time to waste on a more high maintenance model.”

“I could spare any amount of time for you,” he reminded her. “I happen to be pretty good at maintaining you. Now, what’s your third wish?”

Darcy knew exactly what her third wish would be, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak the words.

I wish you’d stick around here so we could be a real couple and not have to cram an entire relationship into a couple of days every few months.

Her eyes felt prickly as she tugged him down for another kiss. “Let’s go make dinner, okay?”

“That’s your wish?” he asked.

“No. But you told me not to ask for something you couldn’t give me.”

“What can’t I give you?” he asked.

Darcy pressed her lips together and exhaled, rolling over so she could stand. “I won’t ask you for this, Sam. I just want to go make dinner and eat it together, okay? Then I’ll model my new teddy and you can tear it off with your teeth.

She heard him shift on the couch as she made her way out to the kitchen. She busied herself by pulling out onions and garlic to start the pasta sauce. A big pair of arms wrapped around her middle and she felt Sam press his lips firmly to the side of her neck.

“I’d give it to you if I could, Darce.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. That’s why I won’t ask.”

“I lo--”

“Grab me a chef’s knife would you, Slick? You want this sauce, it needs to simmer for a little while.”

He kissed her one more time before switching into lighthearted chef’s assistant mode. There were a few times she felt his eyes on her that evening. Felt them lingering on what they had and what they might have if things were different.

The sauce came together and she tasted it to see if it needed seasoning.

Just like them, it was too many ifs and not enough salt. At least she could fix the sauce.

#Darcy Lewis #Sam Winchester #Darcy x Sam Winchester #Sam Winchester x Darcy #Crossover #Sweetheart Prompts #artemisgarden

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musical-broken-heart · 2 years

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Yal are gonna tell me that the story of Pride and Prejudice isnt a Sabriel fanfiction. Or that Sabriel isnt based off Pride and Prejudice?

Mr Darcy and Elizabeth are Gabriel and Sam!

Sam just like Elizabeth cannot stand Gabriel/Mr Darcy at the beginning and reject his love for the loyalty of their family and older sibling.

Then fall in love with the person they cannot stand the most!

The fact that Mr Darcy's best friend would be Castiel and Elizabeth's sister would be Dean just make it even more hard to ignore!

Pride and Prejudice is just a straight Victorian age Sabriel love story and no one can convince me otherwise.

#supernatural memes #supernatural fandom #supernatural funny #supernatural #sam winchester #spn gabriel #sam x gabriel #archangel gabriel #sabriel fluff #sabriel angst #sabriel spn #sabriel #pride and predujice #mr darcy #dean winchester #destiel #castiel #small rant

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that-s-the-illusion · 3 years

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|| The Winchester are about to meet Wanda ||

Hope you’ll enjoy! ♥

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thoughtslikeaminefield · 5 years

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MJ’s Flashfic Follower Festival Masterlist

Thanks so much for playing, guys! Today’s the day - July 15 - and this is the Masterlist. Some prompts did not get filled but will eventually, and some I just didn’t have time or couldn’t make work. xoxoxxx

@glassjacket asked: Here’s a thought: Darcy x Thor, and you have to use the line, “So, I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties...” you choose the rating/content. I’m up for anything with Thor and Darcy 💙

Words: 396

Rating: General

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Thor Odinson, Jane Foster

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@stunudo asked: I don't even remember your rules, but listen, Sam and Jody hooked up while Dean was banging the porn star.

Words: 500

Rating: explicit

Characters: Jody Mills x Sam Winchester

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@stunudo asked: Hey, so I am feeling a diner scene today. You think you can give me a surly scruffy Dean maybe trying to get back to business after a wild night? But the aches and panties in his pocket keep distracting him?

Words: 470

Rating: M for language and mentions of sexual activity

Characters: Dean x OFC (implied), Rowena, Sam

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@tumbler-tidbits asked: Write something fluffy with NO smut or angst! So sickeningly sweet that our teeth fall out 🤪😘

This is AU, obviously, and an idea I’ve been kicking around for quite some time now. xox

Words: 487

Rating: General

Characters: Dean and daughter (Amara)

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@stunudo asked: Dean has been arrested twice for indecent exposure... Once was in a grocery store.

Stu didn’t ask for a crossover, but that’s what she’s getting 🤷🏻♀️

Words: 476

Rating: Mature - language? And implied sexual activity

Characters: Dean Winchester x unnamed female character (implied), Shane Walsh, Rick Grimes, Bobby Singer

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@tumbler-tidbits asked: Jensen or Dean x Reader, small public place, he pins you to the wall, covers your mouth and fucks you.

Words: 790

Rating: explicit

Characters: Dean x reader – in answer to the prompt answer for @stunudo regarding Dean getting arrested for indecent exposure.

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@maddiepants asked: "Don't look at me with that tone of eyebrow Winchester!"

Words: just shy of 600

Rating: General

Characters: Jo x Dean, Ellen

Author’s note: first prequel to Combat Baby.

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@maddiepants asked: Dean x "oh fuck you asshole" "was that an invitation?"

Words: 994

Rating: explicit, language, sexual situations

Characters: Dean x Jo, Ellen

Author’s note: second prequel to Combat Baby.

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@glassjacket asked: Yesssss, hellooo, do you do songfic? I submit: Dean/OFC based off of Led Zeppelin's 'Custard Pie'. Do with this what you must. Thanking you in advance.

1) Do I do songfic… you asshole.

2) Thanks a bunch for ratcheting my Bonham obsession and then melding it with Dean’s mouth. I know - it was right there in front of my face the whole time, but seriously.

3) To everyone else, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard the song Custard Pie, but, let’s just say, it’s obscene and sexy. (I mean, Page + Bonham = sexxx OKAY?)

If you feel the need for the full-sensory experience - although, @cracksinthewalls has assured me that I have adequately conveyed the feel of said song herein - here it is for your listening pleasure before, during, or after, if you so choose.

Now, without further ado

Words: 814

Rating: Explicit, there’re swear words and cunnilingus and (fun) ass stuff

Characters: OFC/you/me/we all scream for Dean cream x Dean Winchester

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@cracksinthewalls asked: As warned, a new prompt. Something different. You’ve so thoughtfully already completed step 1, and you didn’t even know it. 1. Watch Always Be My Maybe ✔️ 2. Keanu Reeves 3. Suit and tie (on him, not the floor, please) 4. Single malt scotch on ice 5. Biting

*cracks knuckles* *licks pencil*

Words: 851

Rating: explicit, fingering, biting, the c-word

Characters: Keanu Reeves x you

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@adoptdontshoppets asked: For your 500+ celebration. I think someone needs to help Dean with his shower.

Words: 896

Rating: explicit, spanking, a little rough, MOC Dean

Characters: reader x MOC Dean, Sam

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@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid asked: Happy 500 dear! Prompt for ya, Sam's been staying up, often falling asleep in front of his laptop, and you've had enough. Time to get his attention and get some of that loving he's also been neglecting to give you.

Words: exactly 1000

Rating: explicit, Dean eating pizza like a pig and giving seduction advice to Sam’s girlfriend, lingerie, slight Daddy kink?, virginal/innocence kink, I don’t know what else

Characters: Dean, you/me/your bestie/whoever x Sam

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@stunudo asked: Um, how didn't I see you demanding Sam prompts?! Angry sex: hair pulling and biting please and thank you.

Words: 463 Rating: explicit, spanking, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, humiliation, name-calling, dirty talk

Characters: Sam x reader

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@mummybear asked: Hiya there my lovely!😊 I had an idea for your follower celebration if that's okay! congratulations by the way you completely deserve it!! But would Dean and our girl Faith be okay please with the gif I mentioned you know which gif lol I can't get the stupid thing to go on the ask though much love 😘😘❤

Words: 843

Rating: explicit, clothed sex, talking during sex

Characters: Dean Winchester x Faith Lehane

Author’s note: this is a peek at the sequel to Pretty Reckless. The Buffy timeline in this universe is askew from canon, where Faith did not become as a Slayer until Willow activated all Potentials. In this flashfic and in the PR sequel (to come), Faith Lehane is a Slayer. She and Buffy come to help TFW with Michael.

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@natasharomanoffburnbook asked: Sending you a flash fic prompt! Avengers, Natasha Romanoff, please. You can put her w/anyone, romantically or not: Bruce, Tony, Pepper, or Wanda are my preference, but I'm easy. I just want them loving each other, but if you'd like to porn it up, my kink is spanking. Xoxo CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE LOVES YOU

Words: 611

Rating: general

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, original female child character, Bruce Banner

Author’s note: This idea was based on the scenes they cut from Endgame showing Nat working with kids who were orphaned by Thanos.

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@stunudo asked: Okay, last one before I tap out for the night. I want some snarky Rowena and petulant Sam and just fuck me up however you see fit. 😘😘😘

Words: 784

Rating: Mature, language

Characters: Rowena, Sam, Dean, Samwena LOL

Author’s note: there’s some breaking of the fourth wall in Dean’s POV.

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@adoptdontshoppets asked: Well after you posted Jim Morrison/The Doors, now I suggest a drabble where before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady. Smut of the actual two times can occur or you can leave it fluffy (do you ever do that lol?)

Words: 662

Rating: explicit

Characters: Dean x you/me/whoever, 1st person POV

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@ladywinchester1967 asked: Congrats on 500 followers MJ!!! Can you do a fic with Dean and begging? (Either he can be begging or the reader can, up to you) make it as smutty as you want 😜

Words: 994

Rating: explicit, femdom, Dean naked on his knees, begging, established relationship, Jensen’s stupid fucking floof hair from Dallas con

Characters: Dean Winchester x Robyn Fenty (Rihanna)

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@natasharomanoffburnbook asked: I LOVE YOU, TOO. Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don't care. 😘

Words: 995

Rating: explicit, dub-con??? – sex pollen, fingering, cunnilingus, fisting

Characters: Ruby 2.0 x Jo Harvelle, Dean, Sam

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@wayward-gypsy asked: Can I submit a prompt? Dean x reader dancing in the bunker

Words: 724

Rating: general, one f-bomb bc Dean, FEELINGS

Characters: Dean + teen reader

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@dean-winchesters-bacon asked: Dom!Jensen and a crop. Do the thing girl 😘

Words: 981

Rating: explicit, clit and pussy slapping, object insertion, dirty talk

Characters: OFC x Jensen

Author’s notes: this is a bit of a follow up to In For A Penny You don’t need to have read Penny, but you should. ;-)

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@fandommaniacx asked: Congrats on the followers!💞Could I maybe request a Donna x fem!reader with the line "that sounded a lot better in my head" please?

Words: 689

Rating: explicit, vaginal fisting, breast play, breast slapping (brief), nipple play

Characters: Reader x Donna Hanscum, mentions of Dean x Donna

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Words: 582

Rating: explicit, blindfold, bondage, sensation play, food during sex, feeding, fingering mentioned, breath play

Characters: OFC x Jensen

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@idreamofplaid asked: Flash Fic time! You are totally awesome MJ!! 500 is just the beginning!!! I’ve been thinking. I’d like some Sub Sam. Get as kinky as you wanna be! Dealer’s choice 😉 Please include some aftercare too. I take good care of my Sammy! ❤️

Words: 790

Rating: explicit, Sam fucking Winchester on his knees, shirtless and barefoot, masturbating until he isn’t, and then he is again

Characters: you/me/whoever x Sam Winchester

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@idreamofplaid asked: Congrats on your followers! Totally loved your most recent flash fic!! Will you write the opposite? Sam decides it’s time to get the reader’s attention. Glorious smut ensues.

Words: 832

Rating: explicit, dirty talk, dominance, small tits, nipple play

Characters: Sam x you

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@boondoctorwho asked: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Words: 629

Rating: mature, dream sequence

Characters: Sam x Rowena, Dean

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@wendibird asked: One Sam prompt coming up!: Sam. Overlapping scars tell interesting stories for those able to read them.

Words: 834

Rating: explicit, sharing battle scars, knife play, blood play, blood during sex

Characters: Sam x you/me/whoever

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@dean-winchesters-bacon asked: Leather Daddy!Jensen 😏

Words: 832

Rating: explicit, belt spanking, spit roasting, Danneel’s there, threesome, leather is sexy

Characters: Jensen x you/me/whoever x Danneel

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@maddiepants asked: Ok im gonna need an angsty Dean with the line "I can still remember just the way you taste" from the song "Its been a while" by Stained

Author’s note: I combined two of @maddiepants prompts here because they melded sp perfectly. Here’s the second:

Words: 710

Rating: explicit, blood play, obsession with blood and sex and bloody sex, blood drinking, knife play, MOC Dean, mentions of addiction, mentions of purgatory, Dean POV

Characters: MOC Dean x you + blood

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@tumbler-tidbits asked: Officer Winchester x reader, handcuffs

Author’s note: so I tried something a little different with this - the style is a little more Harlequin than Minefield. I think it’s fun.

Thank you @glassjacket for working the premise with me. *twirly hearts*

Words: 1000

Rating: explicit, dub-con, handcuffs, police baton, breast play, double penetration, ass play

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader

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@dean-winchesters-bacon asked: “Please baby? I just want a taste.” “On your knees Dean.” DEAONNA (ps love the new color scheme 😊)

Words: 804

Rating: explicit, talking during sex, the L-word, Dean on his knees

Characters: Dean x Donna

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@cracksinthewalls asked: “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.” MOC Dean (or your choice, honestly)... but we know he’s definitely the bottom.

Words: EXACTLY 1000

Rating: explicit, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, flirtation

Characters: Dean x Benny

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@cracksinthewalls asked: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky showerhead, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display. Really, really enjoy. In fact, once the boys drive off to head home, they decide to help each other work out their frustrations. 😉

Words: 995

Ratings: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, drinking alcohol + beer, grilling, sunsets, wlw, boobs, voyeurism, crack

Characters: Donna x Jody, Donna x Jody x Sam + Dean (kinda)

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@peridottea91 asked: I have another prompt for your flashfic thingy! "Have you ever licked a lamp post in winter?" For spn? (It's one of my favorite quotes from dragon age so I would love to see what you can do with it. Also! ANOTHER prompt (f/an actual convo between me and my favorite cousin): "oh, what a beautiful bloodbath." "don't forget the glitter!"

And another from @peridottea91 to create a full flashfic compiled by three vignettes - peridottea91 said: Hi!!! For your follower thingy, can you do a spn fic with the prompt: “patience is a virtue” “not right now it isn’t”? It can be Sam or dean or just crack but yeah… Please?

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Words: 994

Warnings: none - general

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rowena Macleod, Castiel, (Samwena implied)

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@dean-winchesters-bacon asked: Ugh I can’t find a non straight up porn gif I like for this but: Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner. Do with that what you will lol.

Words: 565

Warnings: Drug use, OOC Dean, pure porn, spit roasting, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, angry sex

Characters: Dean x Ruby x OFC + Sam watching

If you like what you’ve read, share it with your friends by hitting that reblog button. xox

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deansxbabygirl · 5 years

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Sharing Is Caring

Characters: Sam Winchester, Y/N (reader)

Author: Darcy

Original Imagine/Request: ☆

Reader Gender: female

Word Count: 2,224

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, handjob, some language

A/N: My first Sammy fic! Hope it’s good. Feeback is always welcome and appreciated. :)

You held back a groan of absolute dread while the bed dipped down as Sam Winchester joined you. In any other situation, this sleeping arrangement would be ideal -- and you preferably wouldn't have been sleeping. Unfortunately, this had nothing to do with the fantasies of Sam you kept locked away in your mind (where, hopefully, no one would ever find out about them). There was only one bed in the dingey motel room the Winchesters and yourself had managed to scrape from the bottom of the barrel and use as base camp for this hunt. Dean had taken the Jack, Cas, and Baby to the next town over to do some research, leaving you with the younger Winchester and very little room left on the mattress you now had to share. This also meant that for the next few hours, you would be getting no sleep, however, not for the reasons you had secretly wished for.

Clearing his throat, Sam tried to get comfortable while attempting to give you as much space as possible. You awkwardly settled in next to him, trying to ignore the unavoidable physical contact of his warm body next to yours. When you finally stopped fidgeting, Sam leaned over and reached for the bedside lamp. "G'night," he mused.

A small click and you were plunged into the darkness. The neon motel sign blinked behind the flimsy blinds, and you tried to keep your breathing steady so to not alert your bunk-mate to the ongoing war between your head, your heart, and your libido. You shut your eyes tight made an effort to think of anything other than the man lying next to you. Slowly, you started to drift off to the sound of his light snoring, sleep and exhaustion from the day pulling you away.

Your thoughts muddled as your dreams took over. It wasn't unusual for you to dream about Sam, your fantasies taking over as you imagined what his lips would feel like against yours, hands in each others hair and roaming one another's bodies. It was no secret that Sam was incredibly well built, and it drove you crazy thinking about how good he must be in bed. Your dream grew more and more steamy and sensual as you pictured him on top of you. Fantasy-Sam had Fantasy-Y/N panting and moaning his name.

"Oh, Sam, yes, yes... Sam... Sam... Yes, Sam! Yes! Yes! Sam!"

"Y/N... Y/N," the sound of your name falling from his lips was music to your ears. "Y/N..." However, something felt a little off. Like your name came out as more of an urgent question than an expression of pleasure. "Y/N?" This time his voice came much more clearly, and you were ripped from your blissful haze. The motel room was dimly lit by the now aglow bedside lamp. Two strong hands shook you lightly awake.

"Huh?"

"Y/N?" he asked as he peered over you. "You okay?"

"Uh," you answered shakily. Your face felt hot as you avoided his hazel eyes, hoping you weren't blushing. "Ye-- yeah. I'm fine. Why?" Awkward.

"You were talking in your sleep."

'Damn it,' you thought to yourself. "Really? Wha-- what did I say, exactly?"

"Well, at first you we're just kinda groaning a lot... and then... it kinda sounded like..." He scratched his jaw absentmindedly, "It sounded like you were saying my name."

'Shit.'

"I mean, if I didn't know you any better, I would've sworn you were having a sex dream..." he added, shaking his head. "About... me."

He turned back to face you and you severely wished you could become invisible. You were positive that your face had turned a deep shade of red. Recognition and surprise crossed Sam's face and his jaw dropped open.

"Holy shit, Y/N. Were you dreaming about me?" You nodded silently. "Do you, I mean, how long... Do you dream about that a lot?"

"Oh my god," you muttered back. You threw your hands over your face in embarrassment. "You were so not supposed to find out like this. Or, ya' know, ever."

He laughed lightly and gently pulled your hands from your face. "Y/N, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's not like you're the only one who imagines that kind of thing. Hell, I've wondered..." he trailed off.

"You've wondered?" Now it was your jaw that dropped open. "You've imagined... me... in bed?" It took you a moment to wrap your brain around the situation. Sam Winchester had the hots for you, the same way you had the hots for him. "Is the dream-me any good," you joked rhetorically.

"Oh, yeah." That was not what you expected. It was only then that you finally looked up and saw the lust burn in his eyes. His demeanor changed from awkward to sensual in a snap, and damn it was hot. "Can I ask you something?" His voice had deepened from before.

"Uh huh."

"What exactly did you picture me doing?"

The question came out as a rough whisper, and your mouth went dry as you stared at him with disbelief. "What?"

"When you were dreaming about me, what exactly did you imagine me doing to you? I wanna know. I want to try it," he continued as he leaned towards you. "I want to make you moan and beg like you were before I woke you up."

Your dream had already made you slicken with desire, but now you were close to soaking yourself at the sound of his words. You never thought you and Sam would actually be together in real life. In fact, until a couple of minutes ago, you didn't think he thought of you in that way. You had become practically giddy now that you knew the truth, and hornier than ever knowing he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to do the things you had dreamed him doing.

You took a shaky breath. "At first," you started quietly, "you just started to kiss me. Lips," you said, licking your own. "Then neck... then further and further down." Your fingers started to unbutton the oversized button-down you'd chosen for bed, but not removing it.

Sam moved closer, his eyes asking for permission before touching you. You nodded and in an instant, his lips met yours. After a few moments of passion upon your mouth, his lips traveled to your jaw, nipping it lightly. He peppered kisses down your skin, reaching your neck, your collarbone, and finally your chest. His hands pushed your shirt off your shoulders and discarded it. He leaned back for a moment to examine your breasts with admiration. Before you could say anything, his mouth was on you. Lips and teeth sucked and nibbled at the mounds of flesh. You arched your back as the first moan erupted form you. You hummed at the sensation. He released one of your nipples with a small 'pop,' and you whined as he retreated.

"What happened next?"

It took you a moment to regain focus. "Next you took off your shirt," and he did. "Then... you trailed off, suddenly a bit shy about the forthcoming part of your fantasy. "Then you started to... well... eat me out," you blushed.

Sam didn't hesitate and he was back in you again -- his lips finding their way lower until reaching the hem of your shorts. Hooking his finger into your panties, he pulled both garments agawy in a single movement.

"Fuck, baby. You are dripping." He took two fingers and gathered some of your juices and brought them to his mouth. A moan, sweeter than you ever imagined left him as he cleaned you off his digits. Leaning down again, he spread your legs apart and kissed his way across your thighs.

You could feel a the hot coil of arousal in the pit of your stomach as he continued his ministrations. His hot breath across your wetness made you shiver in anticipation. With one long, tantalizing lick up the center, a moan more erotic than you thought yourself possible escaped and sent Sam into a firey frenzy. No warning or preparation could have prepared you for how quickly his mouth attacked your lower lips, and your hands went into his hair. You involuntarily pushed his head closer as your thighs closed around his head. With strong, calloused hands, he pinned your legs down for easier access; hungrily devouring you.

Sam's tounge flicked away at your throbbing clit, moving faster than you thought humanly possible. You shrieked as your legs shook as the pulsing orgasm tore through you. Sam's mouth was relentless on your soaking pussy; licking, sucking, slurping. He moaned at the taste of you in his mouth, sending delicious vibrations onto your oversensitive womanhood. Before you knew it, you were cumming yet agian, even before you had ridden out your last wave of pleasure. You gasped for breath between your wanton sounds of satisfaction.

Sam crawled back up your body as you recovered. He let out a small chuckle before his lips found yours in a deep kiss. "Anything like your dreams?"

"Better," you managed.

"What happened next?"

"Well," you said, sitting up on your elbows, "that's about as far as I got before you woke me up." You smiled as an idea came to mind. "Although... you did say that you've wondered..."

A slow grin spread across Sam's face. "And you wanna know what I've dreamed about?"

"It's only fair," you replied, placing another kiss on his lips.

"Mmm... I guess that means I have to pick one. You're kinda hard not to think about -- but only if you're up for it."

"Anything you want."

Two strong arms wrapped around your body and pulled you ontop of him as he sat upright. He leaned back just enough to look you straight in the eyes, his own burning with lust. "I want you to ride me."

A sharp breath escaped your throat and you nodded slowly before crashing your lips back into his. The kiss was all fire, tongue, and teeth, the heat in your stomach building up again in anticipation. You pulled away, a dissapointed noise coming from Sam from the lack of contact. You hurriedly reached for his flannel pajama bottoms, where a visible tent had been pitched. Even through the fabric blocking you, you could tell Sam was big.

"It's not really fair that I'm the only one naked here," you said coyley, helping him remove the last bits of his clothing. Suddenly, there he was, completely stripped in front of you. You were right: he was huge, bigger than you thought. You're mouth watered a bit at the sight. You licked your hand, and reached for his member. A deep groan left his mouth as his head fell back and you began to stroke him. A bit of precum weeped from the tip of his cock and you slowly used your thumb to spread it around.

"Baby," Sam heaved, grabbing your hand, "you keep doing that and I'm not gonna last much longer." He pulled you back into his lap. "I wanna feel you around me," he said, his eyes dark. "Now." His hands found your hips and lifted you up before readying you above his hard cock. A noise you didn't know you were capable of making came from deep within you as he entered you. He just felt so good. He gave you a few moments to adjust to his size before lifting you up again and plunging back into you.

"Ho-- holy sh-- shit, Sam," you cried as his cock entered you over and over again, "Don't-- don't stop. Please, please." Your hands found his neck and you held on for dear life as he continued to fuck into you relentlessly. You ass slapped against his thighs as you bounced up and down. You had never felt a burn so good as your third orgasm of the night approached. "Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam!" His name came out as a desperate prayer. "I'm almost there," you managed, "oh-- oh my g-- god... Yes! Yes!"

"I'm right there with you, Y/N," he huffed, biting down on your neck. The sounds coming from Sam were practically animalistic. Each noise he made spurred you on, rocking your hips in time with his thrusts. The pressure in you burst and your pussy clenched around him, spasming through one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever had. Sam's hips continued snapping up to meet yours as you rode him through your orgasm.

"Come on, Sam-- I wanna feel you cum--" you barely managed to whimper into his ear. A filthy moan came from him as he slowed, his orgasm rippling through him. He help you tighter to his body and crashed his lips into yours once again. You rolled your hips slowly as he rode out his orgasm, your lips never leaving each other's.

Finally, you parted, if only for the necessity of air. Climbing off of Sam, you collapsed onto the matress next to him. You were both panting like you had run a ten mile marathon, and you were sure you'd be sore later.

"Anything like your dreams?"

Sam chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you. "Better," he grinned. "You know, we should share a bed more often," he said, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Well... sharing is caring."

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Treasure Quest, Chapter 10: New Adventures (FIN)

Pairing: Captain Dean x Rhaya Payton (OFC) Other Characters: Benny, Sam, Jessica, and Baby John Winchester, Jack (mentioned). Lord Darius Payton, Connor (OMC's), Captain Keira, Darcy (OFC's).

Word Count: 5351

Warnings: Some Angst, Lovers' Quarrel, Misunderstanding, but there's a HAPPY ending (I promise)!🥰

This Chapter: So, who is the Duke of Rosevale....?

Rhaya's troubles continue as her father has arranged a diplomatic reception for the new Duke of Rosevale. Unfortunately, meeting the duke doesn't go anywhere near as well as planned and leads to a verbal confrontation. A meeting in the courtyard later in the evening may hold the key to a resolution between them and a possible new adventure. Can their love be saved? Tune in to find out....Enjoy!

A/N: To all of you who have read, liked, reblogged, commented, or interacted with this story in any way: thank you. We have reached the end of the story for our favorite captain and governor's daughter. It has been my pleasure to bring this story to life for you, and I thank you all from the bottom of me heart. ❤️

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Rhaya entered her bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind her. She slipped off her shoes and flopped backwards onto her bed, then heaved a deep sigh. As she stared at the ceiling, she reviewed a conversation she'd had with her father about some affairs of state.

Earlier in the day, her father had requested a meeting to inform her of an upcoming diplomatic function. The event was scheduled to occur in less than two weeks, and he wanted it to be a formal one. This meant she'd have to be on her best behavior, which she wasn't really keen on, considering her current emotional state.

The purpose, he'd said, was to introduce the new Duke of Rosevale to his inner circle of associates. He also planned to announce him as Ochana's newest ally and business partner. Thus the need for a more ceremonial approach, and his reason for including her in the process.

While he explained the situation, her father watched as she fought to keep her facial expression somewhat neutral. He knew of her dislike for official functions, and her feelings of sadness at her captain's prolonged absence. In the end, her sense of duty won out, and she promised her father she would conduct herself properly when she met the new Duke of Rosevale.

***

Three days before the duke's arrival, Rhaya had just returned from an appointment where the finishing touches were being placed on her gown for the gala. She was walking towards her bed to relax for a bit when there was a knock at the door. After taking a seat at the foot of the bed, she called out "Come in!", and the door opened with Darcy on the other side. She was giddy with excitement, which raised Rhaya's curiosity, though she couldn't quite muster the same level of enthusiasm.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Our guests arrived in port early, and I was sent by your father to bring you to the main hall to meet them," Darcy explained. "He said to make sure you were presentable."

"Ha! That's a laugh. Rarely am I presentable, nor do I want to be, especially not for this Duke of Rosemont or whatever his name is," Rhaya muttered.

"It's the Duke of Rosevale, and your father said you have twenty minutes to get ready," Darcy warned.

"Ugh, fine. Let's go," Rhaya begrudgingly agreed and headed for her ensuite bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, she had quickly washed up, changed out of her pants and tunic, and into a more appropriate pale pink day dress. Darcy fashioned a princess braid across the back of Rhaya's head like a crown, with the rest of her hair left untethered. Her makeup was minimal and neutral in color, except for the pink lipstick.

Upon her arrival in the main hall, she saw her father deep in conversation with a few visitors. There was one man in particular who caught her eye, dressed in dark brown pants, which were tucked into knee-high black leather boots. He was wearing a burgundy-colored, long sleeved tunic with a hem that reached to his mid-thigh. Around his middle was a black belt and a sword hanging from it. From behind, she thought the man looked a little familiar. She shrugged off the notion, figuring she'd learn his identity soon enough.

When Lord Darius spotted his daughter, he called out to her and waved her over to join them. As soon as the visitor heard the name, he stopped mid-sentence and turned around. His eyes brightened when they landed on the woman who had been occupying his every waking thought for the past three months. As she approached their circle, he couldn't help but marvel at how her beauty seemed to have only increased since the last time they'd met.

Rhaya stopped in her tracks when she saw who was speaking with her father. What is Dean doing here? No one told me he was coming back, only that we were hosting the Duke of....her thoughts trailed off. It can't be.... she silently pondered.

Lord Darius' voice interrupted her train of thought. "Ah, Rhaya, there you are. Your Grace, may I present my daughter, Rhaya Payton. Rhaya, please welcome the Duke of Rosevale, though I believe you know him better as Captain Dean Winchester," he explained.

Rhaya caught Dean's gaze and held it for a few tense seconds until finally extending her hand in his direction. "Your Grace," she murmured, giving him a slight curtsy.

Dean's lips twisted into a sly grin as he curled his fingers around hers, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. "Lady Rhaya, it is truly wonderful to see you again. May I present my brother, Samuel Winchester, his wife, Jessica, and their newborn son, John. Also with me is my advisor, Robert Singer, and two members of my crew, Master Gunner Benjamin Lafitte, and Ensign Jack Kline."

Lord Darius and his daughter nodded to each of the members of Dean's entourage as they were introduced. Glancing at the faces of everyone, she was met with genuine happiness at seeing her again. Then she remembered her feelings of the last three months that had passed with little to no word from Dean, who had promised to return. "Excuse me," she mumbled before picking up her skirts and turning to leave the room.

"Miss Payton! Miss Payt--Rhaya, wait, please!" he called.

Rhaya was about halfway to the door when she stopped in her tracks. "Wait?? Wait?!? You want me to wait??" she whirled around to face him, glaring with angry, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes. "For the past three months, I've done nothing but wait! For you!"

Lord Darius and the others exchanged somewhat shocked and awkward glances at his daughter's outburst of temper. They weren't exactly sure what to do, and they all preferred to be anywhere but there at the moment. "Rhaya, dearest--" he started.

"Papa, I'd like to speak in private with Captain Winchester, the Duke of Rosevale, or whoever he is, please," she spoke, fighting to keep her voice even. Her father nodded, and everyone filed out, leaving Rhaya and Dean alone in the room.

"Rhaya, please let me explain," Dean begged.

She held up her hand to silence him as she walked over to a nearby chair, her arms crossed over her chest. "Do you have any idea what it's been like for me, waiting for you to come back? The longer we were apart and the less I heard from you, the more doubts crept into my head. Some days, they were so loud that I couldn't ignore them, no matter how hard I tried. When you didn't return after two months, I had to concede that they were right, that I wasn't worth it and that you'd changed your mind."

"Sweetheart, I promised I would be back for you. I'm sorry that it took so long, but there was never any 'changing my mind' at any point. I'm here now, for you," he pleaded, taking a seat near her.

Rhaya sighed deeply and shook her head before continuing. "Come on, Captain, I'm not stupid. One look at you, a handsome, heroic ship's captain, off to find buried treasure. You're a true leader, strong, noble, who cares more for those around him than he does for himself. What's not to love about that? I'm sure wherever you go, women practically fall at your feet for even a chance to have something with you."

"But--"

"And then there's me. Only daughter to the governor of Ochana, who is automatically assumed to look down her nose at people. She's spoiled, entitled, unintelligent, with no discernible skills except how to spread gossip and keep up on the latest fashions. No one is falling at my feet for the opportunity to learn anything about me past those assumptions," she shook her head sadly. "Most men are only interested in courting me to get near my father. Their ambitions involve obtaining a slice of his power and influence rather than anything to do with me."

"That's not--"

"So, I hope you can see how I might interpret your delayed return as a change of heart? Realize that I don't occupy your every thought like you do mine? Or how--" she choked back a sob then continued. "How you preferred to return to someone from your past instead of explore the future with me?" she whispered.

"There is no one else, past or present--" he vehemently denied.

Rhaya stood up from her chair. "I know you didn't intend for it to work out this way between us, but maybe it's for the best. Perhaps we should call it like it is and remember the good times we had, formed through an unlikely friendship. We're just too different for this to go any further, and for that, I'm sorry. Good evening, Your Grace." She gave him a watery smile, dipped a quick curtsy, and left him staring helplessly after her.

Dean remained seated, his head in his hands, with his shoulders slumped in defeat. How did everything go so wrong, so quickly? he wondered. He was thrilled at the prospect of seeing Rhaya, to once again feast his eyes on her beauty and finally express his feelings for her. He had not expected his dealings in Alcaria to have taken so much precious time away from her. And now it seemed that such delays had cost him what he wanted most at this point in his life.

From the doorway, he heard the sound of someone clearing his throat. When he looked up, he saw a member of the house staff, offering to escort him to the dining room as soon as he was ready. The man explained that Sam and the rest would soon be shown to the table as well. Dean thanked him and motioned for the staff member to lead the way.

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Rhaya hastened towards her room, tears threatening to fall from her lashes. As she passed the dining room, she asked a staff member to tell her father that she would not be joining him. When the staff member expressed concern, Rhaya assured her that all was well. She explained that it was only a headache that left her feeling less than herself at the moment. The young lady wished her a swift recovery and promised that the governor would be informed of her absence at dinner.

Once inside her room with the door closed firmly behind her, Rhaya's composure slipped and the tears gave way from her eyes. How did it all go so wrong, so quickly? she sobbed. She should've been overcome with joy to finally see Dean, in person. Especially after the amount of time that had passed without one word from him.

Instead, she allowed her insecurities to get the best of her. She accused him of using her for his own amusement, which she knew in her heart wasn't true. At this point, she wouldn't blame him if he decided she wasn't worth the effort after all and returned to Alcaria without another word. Especially since she'd all but insisted that whatever connection they had was likely to have run its course. Those and other thoughts only served to restart the flow of tears down her face.

As the late afternoon sun gave way to the evening twilight, Rhaya lay on her bed, her eyes fixated on the ceiling. While she wondered if there was any way to fix what was broken between her and Dean, she heard a knock at the door. A spark of hope lit inside her, when she thought for a fleeting moment if her captain was on the other side. She couldn't help the flicker of disappointment that crossed her face when her sister opened the door.

"Missed you at dinner," Keira remarked. Rhaya nodded and mumbled an apology. "Yeah, your father conveyed your regrets to everyone for you not attending, said you had a headache?" Again, a nod, but no verbal response. "Rhy, honey, what's really going on?" she asked gently.

Rhaya heaved a deep sigh before launching into an account of what happened after everyone left the main hall. She explained her feelings to Dean and why she was so upset when he didn't return when promised. "I figured I had to be making it all up in my head, that I wasn't as important to him as he is to me," she confessed. "I thought there was no way I measured up to what he deserves, especially now that he's a duke."

Keira crawled up onto the bed to sit next to her and covered her sister's hand with her own. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but he is in love with you, Rhaya. That means he knows you and has accepted you as you are. I saw it every time he said your name or we told each other stories about you. He drove us all crazy on that treasure hunt, me in particular," she laughed.

Rhaya gave her a glimmer of a smile. "He did? How?"

"Every minute of the day, he bugged the hell out of me by asking me so many questions about you." Keira turned to her sister with a fond smile on her face. "He's the real deal, honey. Besides, he knows that if he hurts you, he has to answer to me," she declared, which caused Rhaya to laugh.

"Do you think I can fix this?" Rhaya asked with hope in her eyes.

"Hmm. I think it's possible. Might involve some groveling, but I have faith that the two of you can work it out," Keira replied with a wink.

***

After dinner, Dean went on a self-guided tour of the mansion, rather than heading straight back to his room. In the process, he found a courtyard and entered through the open double doors off the main hallway. The area felt like an oasis of calm, which was exactly what he needed after the events of a few hours ago.

In the center was a stone fountain, encircled by a ledge for sitting and listening to the bubbling water. Tendrils of jasmine vines climbed the outside walls of the mansion. The white blooms produced a heady but comforting fragrance during the evening hours. Could be useful, should sleep elude me, he thought.

Benny saw his captain leave the dining room while the rest of the group was sipping on coffee, tea, or whiskey. Jess excused herself early because it was time for John's feeding, while Sam remained behind for the after-dinner drinks and conversation. He noticed Dean was a bit withdrawn at dinner, leading him to conclude that the conversation with Rhaya didn't end well.

He watched as Dean lowered himself to sit on the ledge of the fountain, then tilted his head up toward the night sky. "Hey, there you are, Chief. Whatcha doin' out here? You're missin' drinks with Sam and the governor," he mentioned.

Dean laughed softly as he absently trailed his fingertips through the water. "Nah, not my thing. Good for Sammy, though." He heaved a deep sigh and shook his head gently. "Really made a mess of things, haven't I? I was hoping for a chance to clear things up with her, but she didn't make it to dinner. Guess she couldn't even stand to see me across from her at the table," he muttered.

"Chief, don't be so tough on yourself, and try not to read too much into it. Her father said it was a headache, so I'm sure that's all it was. Give her some time, I'll bet she changes her mind once she's had a chance to think about things," Benny replied.

"I don't think so, Benny. She all but flat-out told me that whatever was between us has run its course, that we're not meant to be together. Instead, she'd rather just remember the good times we had," he remarked.

"Is that what you want?" Benny asked.

"Of course not!" Dean blurted. "I want to be with her so badly it hurts. I'll admit, we didn't really get along at first, but once we got to know each other....she's amazing, Benny. Strong, kind, selfless, and I can't help but be captivated by her. She's tough as nails one minute, then sweet and compassionate the next."

Benny's heart went out to his friend. As upset as his captain was, he knew Rhaya was the only one for Dean. "I know you got to know her real well and you two got close, Chief. For that reason and so many others, you can't give up. You have to fight for her, at least long enough to tell her how you feel about her," he advised.

"How can I do that if she won't even give me a chance?" he exclaimed. "You know, as smart as she is, and as beautiful as she is, she also can be so--so--" Dean buried his fingers in his hair and growled in frustration as he searched for the right word.

"Stubborn? Headstrong? Infuriating?" a voice called from the doorway. Both men looked at each other in surprise, because the comment definitely didn't come from either of them. Their focus returned to the entrance to the courtyard to see Rhaya standing there, nervously wringing her hands in front of her.

This was the opportunity that Dean needed, so Benny decided to take his leave. On his way out, he paused in the doorway, locked eyes with Rhaya and gave her a reassuring nod. "Take care of him, chérie," he murmured. His hand gently landed on her shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze before he disappeared from sight.

"Good evening, Lady Rhaya," Dean greeted with a quick bow, once he'd recovered his composure.

"Good evening, Your Grace," she replied softly. "You know, this is one of my most favorite places on these grounds. I hope you find it as relaxing as I do."

An awkward silence stretched between them as neither one knew quite what to say to the other. Dean was cautious, not wanting to blurt out something and send Rhaya scurrying away from his presence. Meanwhile, she needed answers, but didn't want to sound demanding. To do so would risk closing the door on any prospect of the two of them remaining together.

The two of them paced around the courtyard, deep in thought, only pausing briefly so as not to run into each other. Rhaya decided to take a seat on the stone ledge surrounding the fountain, with Dean following suit almost immediately after her. She kept her eyes on her hands folded neatly in her lap. At the same time, he studied her, trying desperately to find any clues as to her current state of mind.

The tension in air grew thicker with anticipation, until she broke the silence. She reached over to cover one of his hands with her own, but pulled back at the last second. "Dean, I want to apologize for being terribly unfair to you earlier. I'm sure that whatever kept you away from Ochana for so long must have been important. You're a man of your word, and you've never given me reason to doubt that. I'm so sorry for what I said to you," she confessed, still unable to meet his eyes.

"I had hoped for a warmer reception, considering the length of time we spent apart," he replied. "But I understand why you reacted in the way that you did," he hastily added, covering her hands with his own. "Sweetheart, please look at me," he murmured, reaching over to bring her face within his line of vision. "You deserve to be loved and cherished, and I'm sorry if I did anything to make you think otherwise."

Rhaya jerked her head away from his hand, instantly missing his comforting caress. "You don't have to apologize or say that," she replied with a shy smile. "I mean, I know I'm far too opinionated, I jump to conclusions, and I definitely speak without thinking first. Though, I really should work on all of that, because it leads to a lot of apol--mmpf--" Her self-deprecating ramble was cut off when a pair of plump, soft lips connected with hers.

Dean couldn't bear to hear any more disparaging comments made about the woman he loved, not even from the woman herself. So, he chose to resolve the issue in the simplest way he knew, while at the same time declaring his feelings for her.

The kiss started tentatively at first, as if he was giving her a way out, in case she wanted or needed to take it. As her mouth began to move more confidently with his, he could sense her relaxing into the kiss, so he chose to deepen it. He was rewarded when he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance and gave a slight groan when she granted it. A small moan of satisfaction escaped from her as their tongues battled for dominance.

One of his hands roamed up her side, from her waist to her back, while his other hand slipped around to tangle his fingers in her hair. A slight pressure to the back of her head gently kept them connected as he devoured her lips in a near-bruising kiss. Rhaya's hands traveled up Dean's chest, until she cradled his neck with both hands. Then her fingers began to twirl themselves around the curled ends of his hair, gently tugging on them.

When the kiss finally broke, they were both panting, each trying to catch their breath from what just happened. Dean leaned his forehead against Rhaya's as he attempted to return his heartbeat to a somewhat normal rhythm. Her hands moved back down to tilt his head up so he could see her eyes and realize the depth of the love she held for him.

"I'm in love with you, Rhaya. Exactly as you are, whether you're outspoken, or whatever, I don't care," he declared. "You're a smart, compassionate, kind, and absolutely beautiful woman who lights up any room she enters. It would mean the world to me if I can call you mine," he added.

"I'm in love with you too, Dean. Exactly as you are, and whether you're a duke or a ship's captain makes no difference to me. And I am yours, as long as you don't mind a woman who knows her way around a ship better than some fancy society function," she remarked with a nervous smile.

Dean glanced lovingly into Rhaya's eyes, his fingertips gently grazing her jawline. "Nah, darlin', I wouldn't have you be any other way. I knew you were meant for me when you threw that dagger at my head, but nailed my hat to the doorframe instead. Ruined a perfectly good hat, I'll have you know," he muttered teasingly.

Rhaya burst into giggles at her memory of that moment. "Great first impression, huh?" she observed sheepishly as she snuggled closer and rested her head on his chest. "I knew that first night you caught me out on deck in my nightclothes. Out of propriety, I was headed back to my room, but you asked me to stay. I'm so glad I did, as it was my first of our many astronomy lessons."

He wrapped his arms around her and sighed deeply in satisfaction when he felt her melt against his body. "Hmm, I remember that," he smiled as he recalled that night. She looked so ethereal that night, with the moonlight giving her strawberry-blond hair a rosy glow as it cascaded down her back.

The two of them stayed locked in each other's arms, with her back leaning against his toned, muscular chest. They sat beside the fountain watching as the moon rose over the hills in the distance. One by one, the stars came into view until there were so many it appeared as though someone painted the heavens in a fine metallic dust. Their excitement grew when a meteor shower began, which sent streaks of light dashing across the inky night sky.

***

After some time had passed, Rhaya pulled herself up into a sitting position and turned to face her captain. "Dean? I have a favor to ask of you," she began nervously.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he inquired.

"Will you....that is, when you....," she stammered, then took a deep breath to calm her frustration with herself before continuing. "After the gala and you return home to Alcaria....will you please take me with you?" she asked timidly.

Half a heartbeat passed before a beaming smile broke out over Dean's face, causing the crinkles around his eyes to appear. "I would be the happiest man in the world if you would return with me to Alcaria," he replied. "I-I was going to ask you, but I wanted to wait until it was the right time. What do you think your father will say?" he wondered.

Rhaya tilted her head in thought at his question. "A long time ago, Keira asked me once to run away with her too, and together we would sail the high seas. I think he would've been supportive of me, had I decided to go then, but I couldn't leave him with Carissa and all of her scheming. She probably would've convinced him to never let me come back," she muttered.

"Fortunately, she's no longer a factor," he smirked. Rhaya matched his grin and nodded, then shifted her position to snuggle further into Dean's chest.

***

The next day, Rhaya asked to speak with her father prior to the gala about an important matter. She met with him alone for afternoon tea while Dean waited outside the doors, in case she needed his support. The longer he waited, the more anxious he grew as he continued to pace out in the hall. His mind drifted to thinking that Lord Darius would forever banish him from Ochana for the mere suggestion of taking his daughter away from her home.

When he could no longer bear to wait, Dean turned on his heel and marched towards the door to the governor's study. Before he could reach for the handle, the door flew open. Rhaya and her father walked out, with the governor pulling him into a warm embrace. "Take care of her," Lord Darius whispered before releasing him. Dean nodded in silent promise to do exactly that and more.

Over the next week, Rhaya set about the task of packing her belongings for her move to Alcaria. She decided to leave behind whatever didn't fit into her largest trunk and one of her duffle bags. Most of her dresses were left hanging in her closet, since she wouldn't have much use for the fancier ones in Alcaria. Newer, more practical garments were already being made and would be finished by the time she left Ochana. Until then, her tunics and trousers would have to suffice.

The evening before his daughter's departure, Lord Darius hosted a gathering for Dean and his crew from The Black Diamond. Keira and Darcy were among the guests, as were Connor and any other members of the house staff wishing to say their goodbyes. Many toasts were made, as were promises of future return visits to the land she'd called home for so many years.

Everyone met down at the docks the next morning for the final farewells. Rhaya promised Darcy that she would come back to Ochana whenever she was able. However, in the meantime, she suggested for her friend to consider accepting Connor's offer to allow him to court her. This brought a deep blush to Darcy's cheeks at Rhaya's advice, followed by a shy glance in the captain of the guard's direction.

The most difficult goodbye was between father and daughter. On one hand, Lord Darius was at peace with his decision for Rhaya to leave the nest and find her place in the world. He knew she had a good man at her side, one who would take the best care of her and treat her the way she deserved.

On the other hand, he would miss seeing her bright smile and loving face every day around the estate. He knew the staff would take the utmost care of him and ensure to the best of their ability that all of his needs were met. The special bond between father and daughter, though, would be impossible to replicate with anyone else. The first few days without Rhaya would be among the hardest, but he knew this was for the best.

Lord Darius gazed fondly at his daughter. In his mind, it was only a short time ago that she was nine years old, deep in her studies but aggressively avoiding her math tutor. Now he marveled at the grown woman before him, of whom he could not be more proud. He held his arms out and she ran to be engulfed in his embrace. "I love you, Papa. Thank you for this amazing opportunity. I'll--We'll come visit as often as we can. Or, maybe we can arrange to host some sort of 'diplomatic function' in Alcaria," she grinned.

He laughed at her solution to enable him to visit her more often. "I'm sure we can work something out, sweet pea. I will miss you, though," he commented fondly as he glanced over in Dean's direction. "He's a good man, Rhaya. I had a rather lengthy discussion with him after you didn't marry Ashton. When the time is right, he knows he has my blessing," he winked.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as her cheeks blushed furiously at the implication of her father's words. "Papa!" she gently admonished. "It's much too soon for that, we're still getting to know each other."

Lord Darius shrugged. "Perhaps too soon, perhaps not. When you know, you know, just like it was for me with your mother. She'd be so proud of you," he responded with a watery smile. "I certainly am proud of you."

"Oh, Papa," she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. "I love you so much," she choked out.

"I love you very much, my darling daughter," he whispered.

Not wanting to intrude, Dean kept a few paces' distance away. As father and daughter gave each other one last embrace, he approached them and stood behind Rhaya, his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry to have to do this, my love, but we really must start our journey," he explained. He turned to Lord Darius with his hand outstretched, only to be pulled into a tight but affectionate hug from the man.

"Take care of each other. And remember, you always have a home here on Ochana," Lord Darius remarked gruffly, trying to hold back his tears at Rhaya's departure.

Dean nodded and gently took hold of Rhaya's elbow to guide her towards the gangplank to board his ship. They walked together, hand-in-hand, and when they reached the top, they turned to face the group on the docks. Dean waved goodbye, while Rhaya blew a kiss to her father before also giving a wave.

Once they were on board, the gangplank was removed and the docking ropes were released. The ship left port and began its return to Alcaria with one more passenger than what they arrived with. Dean wrapped his arms around Rhaya from behind as they stood near the bow of the ship while it sailed towards open waters.

"Ready to start your adventure, my love?" he asked.

"As long as I'm with you, I know every day will be an adventure," she replied with a beaming smile. "I love you, O Captain, my Captain."

"And I love you, my darling," he murmured near her ear.

***

Some years later....

"Grandpapa, will you please tell me a story?" seven-year-old Laila pleaded. She was in her pajamas and nestled under her blankets, but there was no way she could sleep without a story.

"All right, Laila," Lord Darius chuckled. "What shall it be this time, princesses and frogs, knights and ogres, or...." he trailed off with a smirk, knowing what she really wanted to hear.

"Pirates, Grandpapa! I want to hear about Mommy and Daddy's adventures on The Black Diamond!" she clapped. She could never get enough of his stories about her parents, and they were the best. He always injected such enthusiasm in the characters as he wove his tales of their adventures. And he could never resist an opportunity to entertain his granddaughter.

"Are you comfy, sweet pea?" Lord Darius asked. Laila nodded enthusiastically, and he took that as his cue. "Very well then. Once upon a time...."

FIN

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