the horses running

Title: Underneath The Lantern
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Summary Berlin, 1930. Castiel is a foreigner in a city of foreigners. In the midst of a sea of wantonly available boys, Dean is the unavailable enigma.
Notes: For bientot, who has wanted this, or something like it, for months. ♥ This draws heavily from Christopher Isherwood. Title from Lili Marlene.

( Berlin, October 1930 )

Title: Ann a bhios mo dhòchas (where my hope lies)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~7,000
Disclaimer: This is 100% made of lies.
Summary: AU. It's a dark and stormy night - no, really. It's a dark and stormy night in the highlands of Scotland, and university linguist Castiel is gathering material for his newest work when he gets caught out by the rain. Of all the isolated hilltop inns in the country, he has to stumble into Dean's.
NB: I am fully aware that the premise for this is probably entirely unattractive to most people, and also, insane. Insane. I have no excuses to offer. FWIW, this is intended to take place in around 1870, but could conceivably fit anywhere within a timeframe of about 1850 - 1900.

( The gorse splinters, slippery-slick, under Castiel’s boots )

LOL THIS FIC.

Okay, so. I started this ~ironically for a commentfic meme, basically in illustration of the fact that AU!J2 fic relies in only the loosest of ways upon anyone's actual character. I fear it didn't, ultimately, convey much of the intended irony. However, what it is, if not terribly ironic, is: cliched, stylised, unrealistic, slightly historically inaccurate (*warps dates* *whistles*) and verging on purple in places.

But! It is also blowjob porn featuring Jensen Ackles as a captured Anglo-Saxon, speaking ye genuine article, because I am a total, total geek. Also, Jared is a boy Pope from the era of the Pornocracy, or saeculum obscurum. Which is...kind of cool? I DON'T KNOW.

Basically I'm posting it because I feel like I should have some record of the fact that I once wrote a truly ludicrous, not-entirely-made-of-crack, POPE AU.

And I'm rambling to myself to justify not leaving it to die anonymously on the meme where it was born. As a mad Pope would have done.

Title: Saeculum Obscurum
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ostensibly Jared/Jensen, but technically 'Jensen' could be anyone...
Summary: SELF-RIGHTEOUS SLUTTY BOY POPE USES CAPTURED ANGLO-SAXON FOR SEX. MAKES BAD LATIN PUNS DURING. SLAVE LIKES IT (OF COURSE).
Disclaimer: I think we've all established that this is the biggest load of shit to ever bull.

( There were those who questioned the sanctity, the divinity, of the bloodline )

Really, I'm just neurotic. I'm unable to sit still, knowing there's something I've written that isn't collected on my journal. What if I should NEED my Pope porn at some point in the future, and be unable to find it? HORRORS.