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    There’s a beat of silence between them. And then another, and another until it continues on for a solid minute, almost hitting the two minute mark until Hayden speaks again.

    “Maybe you just need to get high, y’know. Loosen up a little.”

    What the fuck?

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    Shane decides to loosen up a little by smoking weed. Too bad his dealer is really weird. And hot, somehow.

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    26 Jul 2026

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    jesus

  2. Public Bookmark 27

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    But magic—pejorative, treacherous magic—is woven into her blood, into her cells. 

    It sits in the hollows of her collarbones, coils in the soles of her feet. It lingers in the twitch of her fingers, unspoken and unneeded, for all that it drags people in. 

    OR: Rose isn't a witch. She's just... gifted.

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    13 Jul 2026

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    I have a lot of love for this entire series and the worldbuilding is SO compelling, but smth about this fic in particular I really enjoy, like the shape of the way Rose is introduced, the flow of the story and the imagery is just all *chef’s kiss*

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    Dean starts falling in love with him on a slow Sunday morning under slanted sunlight that slips through the gaps in the trees. 

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    "When did it stick for you? When did your six hundred Sundays start?" Dean asks.

    "It never started," Castiel admits. "It simply never stopped. My love for you is eternal—existing forever, without a beginning or an end." 

    Visually, Castiel's love is a circle. Aurally, it's an echo. Kinesthetically, it's breathing. Overall, it is not fate, and it is not chance; it is choice. He would not choose differently if he could go back and do it again, and that's why he didn't choose differently from the start.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    "Whatever," Dean mutters, but it just sounds like he's choking on the word. "You can have 'em. All the Sundays and every day, if you want."

  4. Public Bookmark 42

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    “You wanted us to win a crown,” Dean says, hooking his chin over Castiel’s shoulder as his arms wrap around Castiel’s chest and waist, pulling Castiel hard against his chest. His hard cock slots against Castiel’s ass, and, unable to resist the tease, Castiel shifts to rub against it. “Now look at us. There’s the throne, right there.”

    Dean’s thumbs rub idly over Castiel’s nipples, and Castiel has to bite back a moan to ask, “Now that you have your throne, what do you plan to do?”

    Dean shifts so that Castiel can turn and look in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re going to sit in it.”

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    19 Jun 2026

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    !!!! holy fuck

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    Ilya grins, a slow, filthy unraveling of lust spilling across his face. “Moya shlyukha, I would not be able to keep my hands off of you,” he rasps, palming his dick, grinning at the faint squelch, the wet drag of his fingers. Shane bucks into his hand, his jaw dropping open, slack with need. Ilya's whole heart aches as he watches his husband sink into pleasure, hitching whimpers escaping from his throat. “You would be the star of the room, no? Every eye would be on you, thorns in their heart for all they cannot have.”

    “You do,” Shane reminds him, as if it's needed, as if Ilya cannot feel it in each clench of his thighs, each wandering drag of his fingers, in the way his hips roll across Ilya's, involuntary, strangled whines rising from his mouth. “You always have.”

    OR: Sometimes, simply being married to Shane isn't enough. Sometimes, Ilya wants him in ways he can't explain; caught and collared and safe beneath his hand.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    HOLY WOAH this is insane (im hooked)