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Castiel slips from his chair to kneel at Dean’s feet. He takes Dean’s hands in his, and there on the floor holding something with devotion, he understands Communion. He understands Eucharist. He understands believing in someone so deeply that to shelter a piece of them within yourself is an act of untempered faith, love and prayer and deep-wide trust.
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Cas comes back. Dean can’t stop touching him.
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« Castiel marvels at how a love this big can even fit inside him. »
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Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't.
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"You don't understand," Dean whispers, exhaling shakily. "I know you don't, because even I don't. The instant you were gone, I wanted you back. Cas, I wanted you back. I wanted—I wanted—"
Cas stares at him, searching his face. After a moment, his own face falls slack, eyes widening just so. "Oh," he breathes out.
Dean wants to be furious that Cas has figured it out before he has—whatever it is—but he's not even that surprised. Cas knows him too well, always has, even more than Dean knows himself. He's been kicking Dean in the goddamn teeth with how deeply he understands him, even about the things Dean doesn't, ever since they first met. You don't think you deserve to be saved, that's what Cas had said. All bundled up in impossibilities and power, this being that looked at Dean Winchester and knew every single inch of him, as if he had a right to each part.
"What?" Dean grits out.
"I love you, too."
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awWWWWWW (also, hot) (alsoalso, hell yea kick his ass Dean)
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Ilya is sipping a cappuccino and watching Shane do very perverted yoga when he realizes that he doesn’t want to die.
It’s a dumb series of thoughts. He sees Shane bend over, neatly folding himself into a hunchback as his hands flatten by his feet, and Ilya thinks, I bet he’s going to love it when we’re old and grey and he can outrace me with my stupid hip replacement. And then he realizes that not only does he anticipate being old and grey enough to need a hip replacement, but that he actually wants to get there.
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Or: the existential crisis that happens when you’ve been depressed your whole life and then realize, suddenly, in your thirties, that you’re happy enough with your life that you no longer want to die.
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- Part 8 of my anonymous heated rivalry fic
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« Because he wants to *live*. What the fuck? » OH SO JES ME N I AM HIM jesus christo
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Dreaming of Me by notcrypticbutcoy for ninwrites
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
23 Mar 2020
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Alec couldn’t breathe the first time he met the elusive Magnus Bane, Crown Prince of Edom...
As punishment for his insubordination, Alec is sent down to the depths of Edom to negotiate the safe return of a human from Edom to Heaven.
It should be a straightforward mission. But nobody bargains for the impact Magnus and Alec have on each other.
Or: in which Idris is definitely not heaven and Edom is definitely not hell, Shadowhunters are angels and Downworlders are demons (except not really) and Magnus and Alec look beyond the stereotypes.
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All The Ways You See Me by Erisenyo for nalasdragon
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
17 Aug 2024
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[“Trying to clear out the street?” he manages, immediately giving into the urge to pant for the way it makes Zuko’s lips part, his eyes trained on Sokka’s chest in the mirror.
“You don’t think they’d stay to enjoy the view?” Zuko rasps, eyes flicking up to Sokka’s and the evidence of just how much he’s enjoying it nudging against Sokka’s hip.
Sokka lets out a half-breathless laugh even as desire coils through him. “The view of you, more like,” he says wryly. Zuko might never outright say it, but after so many years Sokka knows that it’s not him anyone is focused on in these particular fantasies.]
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Sokka isn't an exhibitionist. But seeing what it does to Zuko...maybe he can find a way to indulge just a little.