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Even over a year in the future and with Eileen dead, Sam still loves her. She died on him twice, and he still couldn't bear for Dean to say her name...
sometimes i watch scenes where Cas is looking at Dean in a way that just screams "i am in love with you" and then i remember that at purcon7, Misha said that somewhere along the way he had just accepted that that part of Castiel's story was canon. way before he even knew that Cas would ultimately end up confessing. he was literally subconsciously playing Cas as being in love with Dean, for god knows how long??? that's why he always stared at Dean with actual heart eyes, like he hung the moon and stars. because Misha had already decided in his subconscious mind to play Castiel as absolutely whipped for Dean Winchester
i'm so sick
Castiel's first time saving Dean vs. his last.
seven years later i am still not over the fact that dean killed himself because cas was dead and cas never even found out
and to make it even worse, it happened the same episode cas came back to life. dean killing himself to join cas in death, not knowing that cas is actually alive? literally the plot of romeo and juliet aka the most famous love story of all time. and this was never fucking resolved
truly the show of all time (derogatory)
Rewatching 'Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets' is such an enlightening experience. The amount of Destiel in this episode is insane. What do you mean a few seasons prior Dean gets mad at Cas for "personal space" and then literally sits on him at the diner, and then also basically cusses out Ishim for mocking Cas? What do you mean Ishim says he'll cure Cas of his human weakness like he did his own, aka killing his human lover, and then charges Dean with an angel blade. And what do you mean Cas lays there, nearly dead, and Dean forfeits blasting away Ishim because there's just a chance it might kill Cas. (Even though I think Ishim's full of shit there because I don't think it really would've blown Cas away)
Not to mention the entire episode was them having marital disputes because of Cas killing Billie to save Dean and Dean's 2 favorite people, and then giving a heartfelt confession about how much they mean to him.
These lyrics right here. This whole song is Destiel coded.
Trees ll- McCafferty
Thinking about how, when Cas was working with Crowley, only Dean believed in him. And he was so sure that Cas was innocent, and his only reasoning was, "It's Cas, man." He believed him with every fiber in his being, even when all the evidence was stacked against him. He didn't believe it until Cas admitted it to his face. He believed in Cas' innocence over Bobby and Sam, his surrogate father and brother, you know, the one person he loves most in the world. He wanted Cas to be innocent. He didn't want to have to face the prospect that the man he believed to be an angel, both literally and figuratively, wasn't 100% on their side. He wanted to believe that Cas had changed, and he did, but not all the way. One moment in particular sticks out to me, and it's when Dean confronts Cas, even before all this, and says, "What happened to you, Cas? You used to be human, or at least like one." And I think it's such a stab to the heart. He wanted Cas to be human, to feel things, and experience things that he hadn't before. He just wanted to believe in him.
Since I’m a fuckin boomer and I don’t know how to make an ao3 account I’m linking my stuff since I posted it on watt pad and there’s two chapters up now. (Thank you, by the way, @jake-marshall for the advice, I took it. Mayhaps you’ll like it? I don’t know. Narumitsu is my current obsession atm. Might not be your thing. Still working on it so yknow there’s that too.)
Here’s the link yall
I need to draw up a cover but I’m lazy I’ll do that later once I get my hands on an Apple Pencil again so I’m not fucking finger painting on procreate like the feral little creature that I am. Emjoy. I’m still getting to the juicy parts but I hope the copious amounts of fluff are entertaining as well.
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voifect forever
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TEHREYE SO IN LOVE
(I have little to no knowledge regarding Verfection and Voixer so if this is out of character for them I apologize)
If, by any chance, one or both of Verfection's rapiers would break, then Voixer can easily repair them by using a part of themselves and letting that manifest onto the weapon, thus making it as good as new
This is under the assumption that Voixer has the ability to separate parts of themselves and let that separated part manifest onto different materials (considering Voixer is an abstract being that can manifest into various forms of matter)
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“In Physics, specifically classical mechanics, the three-body problem involves taking the initial positions and velocities (or momenta) of three point masses that orbit each other in space and calculating their subsequent trajectories using Newton’s laws of motion and Newton’s law of gravitation. Unlike the two-body problem, the three-body problem has no general closed-form solution.” -Wikipedia, The Three-Body Problem
Fandom:
X-Men - All Media Types
Relationships:
Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers
Jean Grey & Logan & Scott Summers
Characters:
Logan (X-Men)
Jean Grey
Scott Summers
Mentioned Illyana|Magik
Mentioned Stephen Strange | Dr. Strange
Mentioned Laura Kinney | Wolverine
Additional Tags:
POV Third Person Limited
Fighting as a way to show relational synergy
Unnamed Cosmic Entity - Freeform
Literally because I just wanted to write a fight
Scott/Jean/Logan could be Queerplatonic. could be Romantic
They are drawn to each other
The three body problem as a way to explain a relationship dynamic
mentioned broken bones
Mentioned injuries
Comic Book Violence
was told slight whump
so do with that what you will
Fight Scene
Language: English
Part 2 of the God!Tucker au (Part 1 here)
It takes a couple months for Tucker to gain his strength back, especially since Wash can’t be at his temple during the peace talks. He finds every excuse to pray to him, however, mumbling reassurances and promises to treat him right when he gets back. Tucker melts at every word, the glow in his godly skin returning bit by bit as Wash gives him all his devotion. He’ll take whatever he can get while he’s too weak to leave the temple, basking in the worship he hasn’t felt in ages.
Once Wash does get back, oh. There’s nothing stopping Tucker from running into his devotees arms, grinning ear to ear as he twirled around with the same enthusiasm.
From there, things only grow, Tucker completely besotted by this mortal so set on worshiping him with nothing but himself given in return. It’s a strange feeling to have, being pampered and praised and prayed to with nothing but his attention and adoration asked in exchange. It’s empowering in a way trinkets and food could never be. A form of worship that fills Tucker to his core and leaves him feeling warm and content.
Wash watches in great detail as his god transforms, the softness of his body returning, the glow in his eyes grow brighter and brighter, his godlike power coming back tenfold. Something rather prideful, maybe even a little possessive, burns in him knowing that it’s his offering of affection, his time spent worshiping him that is bringing Tucker back to life. It makes him treasure each kiss a little more, hold on to Tucker a little longer, let a bit more praise slip out than necessary.
This is his god, his one true deity, and Wash intends to savor every moment with him.
Wash lays on his side on the pile of blankets and pillows he’s set up as a makeshift bed while he rebuilds the temple, eyes glued as Tucker twirls around; the animals that have made their home here are just as mesmerized at Tucker’s dancing as he is. He spins and dips and leaps all around the room, floor now clean of debris of tripping vines to show the beautiful marble underneath for Tucker to prance on.
He finishes with a flick of his hands and a twist of his feet, sinking to the floor just a few feet from Wash. Wash knows what he’s doing as he lays vulnerable on the ground, eyes half lidded as they look at him for approval.
They light up brightly, irises shining as Wash claps and nods his amazement. Tucker smiles wide as he sits up, hair draping messily over his back and shoulders.
With the sun streaming in through the hole still in the roof and Tucker’s skin glowing from sweat and the butterflies fluttering around him like a veil, Wash doesn’t doubt for a second that this man is—
Wait, butterflies?
Tucker all but shouts in joy as he clambers to his feet, arms reaching out for the swarm of colors hovering around him.
Wash watches in confusion as Tucker bounces around with the critters, scooping some of them into his hand and gently offering his face down for them to lean into. “Tucker? What’s going on?”
He turns then, proudly showing off the glittering colors fluttering in his hand to Wash as the man tilts his head curiously at his bubbly god.
“My babies are back!”
Wash tilts his head. “Babies?”
Tucker nods excitedly, grinning wide enough to show all his pearly white teeth. “Each one is a spirit, a lost soul in need of guidance through death. They stick by me as loyal companions until they’re ready to move on.”
He looks over the handful of shining critters, a few flying out of Tucker’s hands and into Wash’s face. If Wash didn’t know any better, he’d say he was being kissed by them.
“Aww, they like you.” Tucker coos at them some more, feather light touches brushed against their wings as the shimmer in the sun. “A lot more stuck around than I was expecting. I thought they’d have all moved on by now…”
Something in Wash’s heart aches at the prospect that Tucker wasn’t expecting anyone to care that he was gone, that someone choosing to stay by his side would be a surprise rather than the norm. Wash tilts his head as the butterflies sweep over him, curious about the new stranger keeping their god company. “Will I become one when I die?”
Tucker snorts, shaking his head with an amused smile as he moves to sit next to him, butterflies scattering around him so he can drop his hands. He purrs in approval when Wash laces their hands together, drawing him in until he’s sat firmly on his lap instead. “I sure hope not. I rather like you as a human.”
“Yeah? You don’t think I’d make a good butterfly?” Wash teases as he lets his head be pushed back, Tucker’s soft lips making their way up the column of his throat as Tucker hums against him.
“I’m just privy to being able to kiss you.” As if to prove his point, Tucker guides Wash down to his lips, licking into his mouth with practiced ease.
Wash sighs softly into it, giving Tucker exactly what he wants as they kiss deep and slow. Contentment settles into his bones, something pleasant settling in his chest and lighting him from the inside out.
I could do this forever. Please let me do this forever.
Tucker notices the change in Wash’s kisses immediately, the biting edge of desperation seeping into their kisses as Wash tries to seer everything about his god into his brain.
He pulls away, gently cradling Wash’s face to look at him with mild concern. “What?”
Never one to deny him anything, Wash answers honestly, his whole heart open and bleeding for the divine man sitting in his lap.
“What’ll happen to me then? When I die?” He’s not asking out of fear nor to try and sway destiny to avoid the inevitable. Death is a concept Wash has long accepted as a truth of life, a necessity as a soldier on the battlefield.
No, he simply wants to know he gets the honor and privilege of getting to spend more than one lifetime with Tucker.
It takes a moment for Tucker to answer, head tilted in thought aa he looks over Wash. “All you wanted in exchange for your devotion was me, correct?” Wash nods firmly. He doesn’t need nor want anything else. “And you wish to stay with me, forever and always?”
“Yes.” Wash replies immediately, holding a little tighter as he presses Tucker to him. Maybe it makes him crazy and codependent, but Wash decided the moment he laid eyes on Tucker that it would take the earth and sky to tear him away.
Tucker smiles at him, kisses his face gently again and again and again, and then shares the best news Wash has ever heard in his life.
“Then you will not die. Not as long as I live. You will stay my devoted little heart until the stars lose their shine and the earth crumples beneath our feet. You said you wanted me, Sir Washington? You have me. All of me. For the rest of time.”
It clicks for Wash what he’s asked for, what he’s being promised. A god to call his own, to have and to hold for all his life which is now as infinite as time itself. A lover who is as hopelessly devoted to him as he is; someone to have and to hold for the rest of eternity with no end.
Wash pulls Tucker into another kiss, putting every bit of his happiness into it as he grins. Tucker chuckles against him, kissing the joy right off his lips as Wash drags him further up his legs until they’re practically fused together. “You mean that? I get to have this forever? I get to love you forever?”
“Yes—“ Tucker is muffled by Wash’s insistent lips, his devotion and love pouring over into Tucker’s very being at a dizzying rate, overpowering everything in his brain with Wash, Wash, Wash.
There are tears falling down his face when they part, Tucker completely engulfed in pure unfiltered emotion that gushes out from his lover. Wash brushes them away, kissing softly over his cheeks as he coos and soothes and cradles Tucker.
“Yours. I’m yours.” Tucker finishes, wonderfully overwhelmed by the gentle worship of Wash’s hands on his body as he’s praised.
Wash nuzzles against his face, caring and careful as Tucker shudders apart in his arms.
“And I’m yours.”
The Reds and Blues are assholes, that much is known by anyone who gets the pleasure of getting to know them.
But there are moments when that mask of theirs falls, where the feelings they have for their teammates get pushed up for all to see. Because when you spend years with the same ten people, getting to know their quirks, their history, spending hour after hour, day after day, you kind of get attached.
So it makes sense that after all the time spent together, all the years they spent teasing and joking and sitting around with each other with no reprieve, that they'd get a little protective of each other from time to time.
There's been days where someone says something mean enough to make Caboose cry and suddenly they have Tucker and Grif roasting them into oblivion and threatening their entire family line. There's times when someone grabs Tucker a little too roughly and make him wince and suddenly Wash is at their shoulder yanking them away with a glare that could turn a man to stone. There's incidents where someone starts shoving Simmons around and Sarge cocks his shotgun and fires at their feet until they scatter away.
Yeah, they're assholes to each other. Yeah, they don't always get along. But when it counts, when it comes down to it, they're always gonna look out for each other.