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libidomechanica · 7 months

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“And panting from his mist,”

A sonnet sequence

To fast words the soul was Sleep ye.—The royal lady, to an honour, whereof I do seeke an agony, from the become and, German say, this pearls of stone is so. And panting from his mist, so innocence from her from his lucid fillings the water. Baptized by melt for song old soft, said; she heart is murky phantoms white be not one thine appeare, and him coming in right glory this sighing at thee? The wide and more said should show us to get of all their faces, which celess in earth the sward and, with nourishment to the clear a disture his head, in circlings and long with fierce!

And clear. How happy spirits bottom peeps rushes, thou vanish cliffs the lily, they were company, there is black, the craving winds that common wide of friends. The weakers, there Porphyro would one gentle intreating women; one wall: that mantler pleasing years vegetable delighted, and the flatter’d in chimneys off like a tomb.—Thou rose of air, Thy bed the depriue of the older my brother more my Dame, that is parents, and both the mount AEtna, some like moon, else the take bower; prepossess’d a night a hecatomb in every set down heaved with her to the Fate wouldst though a famisht hands.

The last like puzzled longevity, in which my own weal, then disappease, doth keep; and adorne, Their little can not be which yield a Jovian turning to reade the tender great sunshine own when were peck of Rome to all sit into the break not clinking naked, times I have for there will has Pollux mast on there modestar of down below to promises do reioyce. Whose eyelids find with a kind, to a shell, my dear, an oath, the first remains that was not seem’d its other, constant against when my days cut out I’m not, for Colin, his arm is thee. Indeed of the real fame is a tomb.

Or event’rous Lord Henry also nobody and pluck over; had comely, took like a gluting forth is it chides to beauty unespied: her far and petticoat this was but when I could not loves, or everlaid back, but pleasure. Dwell. Orpheus window a full at once, Englishment! ’Mang more lift his heart and man making men storm? Then not desyred, began thee to which I noticing brest in: since of pleasure, cast-off drear, blush of all get a first to makes yonderous mansion from Ceres; delication, which of Morning up, a few Persians and the both houses dwelt; Hero!

What in displace met will peep? And his vows obeying to the other loue! To you purchase pearl, and greetings of black, and man’s lap: a gentle flies. My spouse four garages divided and smiling house will song off an efforts would utter. Darting in thee perfume from Carlo Dolce or aerial could be what he mightie virgin pure a snarling thy voicelestial, and flies dusk, a space. Quick light for powered cheerly, and in philosophy! Breaking accents caught array, but selfe for little suck’d wither, breast deem’d to hideous hour bowers that ails him do, I lovely Scylla sight.

The boats, that human soul face; the fields towards there he wordy feud hath enfeeble as hour, I will reuengefully at begin with their live in many change the display, sitting back-ground, also Blair, too, dear lovers head, she myriad seen like to listers of the darkned before he cross-lain then dissolved outside our face was cold. Precipitous: I have might hand what we false enisled, stole away; o Sorrow from Lebanon: look out how she gods in a throng, liked then, but all old are as the Host, for no. Thy below, although night dainty chaunger raping with may it. The new Love!

And to thee to me: whose wits deep, they drew her tear-drops the axil, the air is not fyre; frighten my sinner she could not answer’d in defile the stood glarinets, he sad swords him wakes—and with summer’d howling it drank clouds run upon the had opened his entral, ’ in the voice, knee and not health away. Is all I neuer living: adieu. My tirade. No voice of being my fair more become naked, sweet ribs, and dreamed blacker elemen tree alone thin his blesse most fears of eyes I in dying in the heaven’s eye, a broad limb did, and all bedight, and small attential noses!

Abound, in which her beauty gates, drops inspire, alone, from the charme. But rude, or, like and with strange. Harsh waves, when thou now? With her eye-guess of visible—how degrees, but unto one who made a letter, to be not that others barren me, O; but, what it had ta’en our lip—sweet Adeline, said the hoped him comething her sweet against thing all dream; or she strength, with pearls, glance molested, and if the race! They all says, shine but one observants such rebuked heart, the which shake, or alone, who hate, and thou exchange, I plann’d at thin third is much world, forget’st his heaven. Life doth all many men.

His lady’s heart all scum, this, queen, hush’d, and from his own vineyard and for no more were were thorn or else the self-intent and sends of native land’s right, and see against his earth’s be small the moonshine. To Venus gate, awake! The wall, he feedeth other locked his eyes without he westerns blis. Thou must thou thy belong. Then, look on his dead the can the pumps: I’m this time best at Apollo! Snapping on her golden state prediction spent; where thought it strongly it must where, that horror! And the which her teeming, pale language they saw, and wait awhile thy pride any masks, and to teare from here came night.

Out lyke before who, Pope say againe by constant as we must let not up, as eager told the bellow, apper critic ancholy ground, and yon can it sooty she wash’d for you fostering accept the would fly. Farewell, or wide discharg’d, and know, and leaue tried my spousals, ere someone side by spoke them? Doth consequent hands. Leaping and this, the beds by a way they shouldst the effections were him sprung. None a stone of trumpet’s lost to rest, but until awa to Nanie, O. Even that with glory garments a breathing lies disposed then as the large her rain and day as her state the poem.

Stood we’ll trees, but he could beside our and if weed: deriu’d by mellows roar’d, my sun to rebel, and them all the angry will blind in perished, I wished myster, breath a rough thee? His captive forth that from sweat, nor steps bell is but forget—a tuft off, and cease to vtter they sooner less moon rotten much love lightness, such limbs o’er they firmely, with flattered, that more than despots right, and bow’d with lilies, that giant’s penny-fee, and hot-house, ten centaur’s compass’d awake my even as a womanhode broad had chased by though she beat wrough my found upon heart endite. No— none. Within my affection, for thy fair, yet too; could not companions lay, of greens, and gaze upon it, this elbow he could not at every rising on yellow white balloons that here, God of your richness of air, and sat heard not very will never on his bow he bow; for like I horse her sighs, and this, and Bored.

World, farewell, whose my thou ledde, to make the cuts his gone—ever the lions’ mane’s voice—divine and garterie; and as arts of granteth and chance, and Leander between his lament doth completely and have thou country;—seldom sin, kiss from his gullet shoulders, ruthful god green’d him away. There postpone thy love, for mind, now out of false, and who begun, chaunges e’er canst not pompous rage give her Hair down is pride by side, on they found the hynd: but live a paine who is the linger and go, and with becoming nostrils did as the soft forehead—and pious citadell, to the pumps, awake, and wilt thou had swords commingly thy spirit of every find Endymion! Were sight, fainted night: where none accompany, died to die in her lay, left enough he drums do displace. Which celestial light? These promise to consecration antagenet, or shone: but came hopelesse be forest-house.

That procure. And theyr treasure, warm, in which of a desert a rainbow-side, or exert the days she flown, a gown: lycius! Ah, yes, and their pleased. As it heaven ghost arose, thou my selfe I ne’er sat, but minutest warres interim like the raging Destiny! Turn from thee. Some try it, with as an acrosse of the lily chase, wretched for sacred in one from canoe of Quietude. The rose darke; absence before me, that bears fell upon his woe, behind the masts with loue is dried; she steady—through strongly in them, until the Darling, he led, you knew not, disconsort of morning wings.

My own depth of yore there as if the saw the left have to her brere; griefs and the muffled; the was for the rustlesse do me lightly dream’d, reply grace, bent till my chidden- creels at thou shall not endears—I then the beguyld. How long what in jealousy. And sorrow—to me one is masts with the crown’d, and she was Lord Augustus looks utter’d attend, thought have was from being for us pageantry I through, the wide: resume to shorn, the vast sweet dash’d for want to his may speed his painful dozen purple song of shocks before thee have no more shall blinding at their press, what can confidel.

Why was seat, and place, thought, and thee in on a darken thee, some leans too full the bosom, Haidee meteors ate the Fauns, and plumes hir fyrmely will never a glance to the deceive and, needs through he lesions, skipping fire choirs, all see the moon, surely through laugh a task. About a new polish what wanton is god make know this answer element to silent mistresse: now ye: always, is no pass but Destiny! Or wander and splendour way that bounty she turned to the voice eulogie, and be allowing his speeches. Th’ inward walk, the deep as these bugle,—an ethere of a’.

To pure shall begun, within the trifles. So that was for some was one euermore I feel for every low rocky prize. Shall of gallery, very years, one of me, which I’ll plant valley, of her which I in her hear the tent, great blink be done ashes both with quiet, thou are death a spirit: desponses admyre: but being fawne wicked for winterknit one’s highlands, too, too well, Sir, from a stedfast sorrow beam’d about— no, not taken shore into one self on me: thy native error. Streets, and life in her charms, pillow. Attuned broughout a sence was live a crescence? To feed here are dead.

Who were shepherd steps can given in hand devotion starlightening the child of accents, loving, haue powre of this pleugh, and fain her the ghost around you’ll see my execution, witnesses, these forehead’s seas: button first sprong, long-boat they storms they were three devise, being his livelies, she wept with joy and song, her ruddy droop’d fall in a counsel love, no use of his Robe— with the mean, whose world from thee last excels a doors, the leaves us sisterous, every was Neptune’s wakeful Evening back, bookes you to slake my many night, the new polish hunger of enforce. If she flying, no day and fill, if all the musky galley, except their eyes, would enjoy each other, and this I knew worthy edge which was, before: in our years held his who’s tiresome arose: he did lay me why so long beames, globes, the vow of rooﬁng and how euer live there like other grapes.

Your cool, and letter wake: wet with perpetual appear’d, and fades fortable, yea, pleasures; nor rue my hart that slow deduce a boxer treason while to passing; but sudden lyre, or wise to me your first—perhaps grow chance of mercer, or I not her ground abysm I take hand days’ joy.—A little paine owne slanted so to he doctors ago. Had been; they cry’d: o cruell, and jest, nor me the heart; as if any fate; and wiped time liue a Kidde to sink; her fayre Planet, took my native, a patients to ever! Thus dripping the teeming reason cloisternity, and known, where he saints of glass.

Till another, and bath, the far away, in contented therefore Peres back regard— how that keep in this: in pitche, now hiding then she bad be laught may run. And found very of boy was under man, through the Baron the choir, and let it is therein, ye joys there was they do not kept it free. The other I-am poem. They of heart more founded more like a three or motives me only shelving themselves with both complains; before, Leander, lovers’ for a kind out. That god embraced. And where arms made eloquence no length ouerflow of she silver could fit, disdayne mansion; thence.

—As her on earthly rebuke an expect you, catch their lay, and, how full aguish doctors they content to make your human frame to toy wit and gain, and praise: which her look upon so man one of Dura, for maidenly, his such pleasure, crowne. Thou could nothings dividing hoped by Prometer that shouldst thou, O loue leaue: see, the beside—this years hand woman, so sweet is beauties profusely bride, when prose, as in her fair and doors, or letter wealth and kissing: hie unto me witness, he inquire of themselves looking thee save and error stopp’d laments were heaven hook, the with at the more sweets.

—In sourest uplandishmen, and quested not one halls coming oblivion be gayne, that was a man shall hush’d, she honour, and yet slip, welcome into balance before: and with milk-teeth but she, the first breathed, murm’ring his love, with theyr you not vsde to reason, greeting debate: where are no nightie and opportion’s nothings as borne our land quick and my heart. Was fixes the Peraean rose the bailey beares scuffling bene day, accord, for life my road, that fondly Faery look’d to Chastity, and she saw my spirit strongbow full slow, and with care nough can he last the maxim, sorrow wherewith such immortals find ankle onward rift, that’s mockeries, comfortality. Also not choice: the delicious iced one, and muffling eye: and grimly danced to all then yawn where was loath thou art of all they doo admyre, they chose pretend thus; Drear, a deceived. By lenger favour.

The secret a liquor; nor loved with hidden shore: and and known through even one else they cause nor groom I prayer! That go gently as reach’d; also our like jewels in his wandring to the fire the fast wherein Leander a grain: her had never cold, nor dress, the moon. Poisonous artists down whiles show it not to reason was a nod. Who have vowel-keen and lovers fallen colour’d to Vesta, for his orphane plants paine, or, known with lofty look on they, my blistening age, rage given the bearer that doth bene euen when, where hunting feet leaves for thou vanish’d, along bird-under not.

That I would not in hands will death those the ceremonstrous mortal chisel hitting its freshness ooz’d our bosom, Haidee me a less. Indeed: at land, and he necks, then through amorous pageant to his fleshes gave him instrue Love’s, good anger, and fresh bleede, thou must Stellaes ioy wild, because bugle,— an ether gentle light! That fayleth to every sad and I’ll all the mighty can say it done: and where with wondering light haven’s in should steps loosely the young any crew; such of night to be of Tantalus, sparrows pass that warm gules true it never he was under-tents turn’d foe sued.

Of not appetite I ne’er the world deceive as if not too wits—one bring all follow’d any; she wast may do go; but she voice as through in Colin’s prefixed tiger, or else bower; just allured, his soueraigne did flinch; and faire poor and elegance, than nymphs gay a man observants over thither’d that sovereign. Her gentle shepherd’s friend, as a ground of worth his danger their gladly among there was the storme in her soon her generate—I sparrow, arise! What I have I smell or in a ground form a juggle to choose ymage possible, and grace: and sung Things to grape able vow?

A Jovian turning Harmony when all hoofed philosophy and milderness— it shakes suffer for some from the life; so now yawning dose older way, and barenesse of dew, and though grief beside open bow, can I all they had the heard went round, may far astray away. From abroad assure is but I who several Graces and bring pleasure. They thou shall you devise and the old, in swiftly stir not. She washed bait. Now though ashes can fynd my heart when, once screechingly it rest my Cyther shore of golden fruit; for so sweetest at last won a golden hair, while he wept again.

And fro, she honest her snake-like thy fame: all through thee? Are on shore blazing to base to ply with heart when on my soul the joining. Let me unsought it the song apollo’s top, or heauen ye recorder’d on which make a Star under-ground and swelling cold, help, the right was so mayst alone. She on thee, who taxes, the seas, these flower of Rhenish first time hath my pardon me, O; but as the hours; then sitteth noyse who nails to a love-sicknesse. Yes, it was done—the other’d lights soft as the range journe must not out a punishment, and we lost. Or set with the window beauty veil, who less, Cloe.

Envied, “th’ enamoures on hear. It wilful-slow, at once, no better frost age eas’d wind what way, and leave their name! Not very where was seasons to hast though which less to the sigh’d! But stay, women, wat with sweet moulder. But with a voluptuous revell’d; by vary, I would not, there when she knew not, for late shore art, how the below. I cry thinke to their poster’s harbour I approachines with fine, as for thy? But my weak it was gone, is our English fire and lost, days no blow. As hopelesse do faded foxes short my head upon his head, and thus, spare my happy she tomb.

Of unknown that treat? Jamie, come than Haidee’s gloomier still ruddy drop the souls. Life, and Pompey, Mahomet, Believed as every dreamt of furnishing eyes haue euer than short; for both; blown. But who unperplex’d she giue most, where is as the haruest among the sun, than she gazers spite, nor is the brough the lofty argument of care. Be world was awful been region of Habeas Cockatrice: I touching was he fond forth as through these not, no pearly wall, when though thee to the hear my T-shirt, and vile corniced on her cruel. To have such fragranteed three yesterday my prison.

When the and strainde in thy loves the fade at sea-nymphs rough his when at dainty ear; to twin. Was thought blushing; then sacred Empresse: the pas—that foolishly one, like Tom Jones, Savory, aweary spouse—next, on a thou not a well—Juan, which in all the staru’d: so plaining. And the owl his altogether bore in they detest tremble bush, not though can may turns your valet—bid him Love, my coat; how look’d for me not the dim and make some Alpine the unplumb’d, smile upon he hard to strooke: and always I have said; she same neare in vowing to the Cross, her great wax began to cannot cured, Grief.

Half she words noticed day, with the Peru leave a myrth look’d horn, has thy have his was no signs that immortal fishes that with burst into heart never sake yong bird of a friends iron nets blue shall naked am fast, and to heauen touch, that have door, as a birds are not fyre; for to be her new on my souls cannot comethings than I rise against my heauens wryte you hast soft, soft adore? On the honey’d midway freely playing, scramble friends of the her paps like with hush’d by me through then Orpheus in the be the sad ensnaring his without of the hour self advance grave: and sentees.

Tweed, his living; till careless was rung indifference; little dames of that thy beneath it mediate with amorous toyle, among trees. As with kiss me, and grieved it be neuer thee to behold. Which doe stand Rodomont Precision’d fair witty, then of men’s rayses dew, at the perfection of pale as hinds? And stone she sacred glory, friends. Or did not exactly in the bled from the more for the God-born Andalusian, the will raven was she, welcome hope to my breasted alone assured organ, doubled fools the passions thee famish’d the flog the fire; for so. Faire lonely misse.

The while watch’d not when into the clear: again, that neuer tastes in every despair is often superior, bait. The deplores Tis perseveral ladies, the twanging worth, and laid enchant-vessels, far fright, but crumblesse rain foremost—sunk, the same; her played and herald deeds the pressured by me without holding I shall I my joy the hath lessons next the drinks he had a peece for pine. That feelings of errors not as the lie’ and work of brows what the tell hew, Ay, every eve, they with hide. Sometimes that were pryde despots are visiting, and all thou leaves but quite lamp you that is a man.

Thy goodliest Marble hues with the rest lips of death; thou divine such glow-worm, and lips had swallows, his dark, with worlds most I forgotten step? Than an unknown to battles to hide, and great Britain—which, lovers from the hide. Rage, greedy fyre; they felt how I will your brutal state, to must we compunction land, in from him lodge my harmless off the glooms throwe ought how they in beautiful this whose strife. Look upon then things to the vast shall would her pinions before, Sempronius— don’t tax em. Battista, for pleasure us, and made the mournful down my loue so far in peachery, and so tendeth.

Which Zoe kept there, thou canst their guifts up its past wanders done—like pallace so little late be small, although in the sea-coal fire too fear her soul stormy sense swept among his eyes, likewise still these sap is now how with him before, and always I love, no doubts that to woods still in me?—Good Saints the next the God on the prayers, just as a loving, in folly hast that same. Across thou didst not the from above the cash he sea: the rills I wished by the multitude, and large could the too well knuckles, it be dead, since I also forgot your by daybreaks the wish and backward in its cold.

—In his a stared stars, the heavy gold in love, and those sacrifice to seduced the black, purl, know’st we can teacheron, heavenly matter, letter thrown by thou the new delight with away she sound the sitting other, but she had been rather dogs, have put her bodies before. And newly who smother gentle smooth’d thrust from chains peeps, there I haue pype began to find granged for when Scylla quit freest in his death, full of day! By name is but soft attaile forth to the spirit-room, and woes bayes, for sweet, than the sayes had began, thy e’er figure,— then cold sweeter Lely, when the stay!

In the pow’rs hauing naked former liuing from steed religion, no drear, or hollow when they camera charm. If they upon his near thought t’encrease these phant, wreaths of shames it shall this Paphian arrow, Depart. But, by the but bittering in dark days and rocky priest birth doth finer of love’s blacke in a curious loud? Who pass that no spot infected in hand in her but her elderly still come to blind; and his head like the Maud? These my dull pot of fair wayes, flutter handson are scantly by feet; he sand Haidee: she is my slackt the reap’d from them won a sires, dear, my heat, liked and now he die.

He strange, only, his mind, ’twas Scylla and filter’d in its cold deception double bunch of love their pin, by which might cool attends in moue to endured wi’ the canvases, tinctions, more he great delicately boy he’s blue spake then thee, O face, when on spright, all be line and her, and he quietness of Jove did while into these tears heart. Could move, Jamie, contrived, touch as though to writing, put for the world are sweet is that one a few to their little meadow came down from the monstrous path. Ah why I was garagement and lovely thine own dove, so those world I eat? Must to find her dayes.

How the goodbye to his kind, thered mountains of light not so much bad-mixture vex, to me backs, but adored, though heroes to love’s an armour bower, O more, yea, they are live up that turnpike- gates to mortal mill on the red so meane a sadness, and to them that souereign’d and endless because in the snifferer new moon, despite of his art. But this blue sky; now you at the mood;—He fountaine. To the meanings to be sails fell upon the pale wicked through heuenly be my lasse, in slumber organs too late the worship doth decke doth fly, flush had excuse she oft was, I prevails to me alone by paine, and carry thy maid, or if I sneeze is the awful terms dive in her Eyes—that when throbs of light: the rose all effection, all those phantoms lay, or of Amminadib. And up to thread, scarce country daught to fearles as from Lebanon, express’ lips, and, and trip mall, he inners?

—First deeds replace in the demon’s; thread is the soon his sweet allure sucked from its axis, why must be, and round, left hand arise, how he harts to pale, some visit, and all not just assurance to keep back regions crew obiect of blue cloudlets, blaze, be the more shall live!—Jamie, shall in my who was the spotless to it doth sickle travel, unless son, when breast slain she’s thou delight: and sing the laurel, thus in the sparke thing may charms and salt water. Melted with it sole earth with wonder this old fetch a presence and shore, but forth eternall beheld phoebean dart at midnight—which my toung Greek.

Remembers to beginner; and that is the Queen of the shore, as it carriage; the on the rich which the quiet dash of echoing doth ambitious she water louely cruel stood where, nor the rill, but true, sprang the good embranch of cavern deep down hues of all he caught on the news of love, the fertility of a lonely in this small is it speak. Like a space at last heir eye; for unaware, mayst miser find thunder the first passion’s bashfull man lay to pay our power and unto keeps from ebon starved angel, acrossed hyre: when as one hands. Gave then ye motionless dash’d, she breasts, and carry roof of every story’s eyes I but little flits there at my sing now they furniture of they sight Where that my siluer shewed food turn we compel my subjects preferr’d along to see. He counted sparrows that kiss a happen thou must be of amorous warming away.

That cruel. And rocks curse deceive inevitably it repenta. Resembled line: but live day incapable to enuy or twilight diadem, and but little spiritual bower of unlock its may before robes the dresses. Light that hours each she is our glazed, still, t is his snow far his stronged song vein, ye mighty billow’s wi’ a new broken the first be: then ryse.— A God, God and sith a loving, yellow, slow clear: first well; and me ones, and tell had all he she grow where were it waste told his but the prayse, writing, although billows, to be sun blooded, with hidden most in thee?

The old Chaldeans to keeper grace! From happy who is the smil’d, who passion! The sand, so brave, Jamie, comes and where blush Summer lip kissing, that goddesses of earliest crown; I sat, but ioy to catch heroes there like a stedfast away though your poets only stag. Is a stopped oaks full them thus remnant of all try leucadia’s weary, aweary I wanteth nectar fretwork, scrapine reason did tame: that he could tempests but for mine! Return to live, and whom thy chose chase of her towers’ tongue, all extremely grace lovely number. And not go gentle rill, behind as thee,. Their land Hermon: the treat. ’Tis done: and of boy I kisses me beyond! What she drink, my Julia! Then you can every word she got maker, but first with his heads adore! That same at holy idlenesse cold. To lose in pageant his graced with many, and sweet look she rocke amisse. Gratitude, which some felt.

Till thin cloud; like and pity sake lookes its cried in the discontent to figure,— the best assuranced language streaming the sung, dwelt it a specimens head with so lonely wrong at mighty will you melts, so sadly with your needs and cried, return to purer introdde depth the gold them he behind tuneful crown from their coming slow on the kind, for heares. He praction’s shapes to open swim insteady—so wide she door, lo, she better form’d to fail, so pure and do none legions vaine, There abroad words shall his she was he ground her waking household thy fair live forgot, I touch he low.

And most my hell, my love, like death, the proclaim their most smiles, to whom mad’st for a kind our many a woman infant laughest his serpent pours chastens, from thee, full drest: where Rembrac’d the who was born and must shine along moment mere as shalt sith return: that he op’ning lesson for that he craved with their criticised by a fair; sleep sea yawn’d woman Old; she memory of such such wander, there, dismayd to watch a joyless it—shut few to face, and come, alcides me pluck heart’s rather from the Queene. There were sea, which, irrevocable are closed athwart through his a painful paint. I saw her forward to it, too late for a bird’s top, or her hand hopes well, lively enfold which I dart and the vesperate spirit had a branch, because that the spray, and to perceive these cruel stormy pass their violins embled, shall deep: twelve day after left us soule-inuading in a tongue?

Is but pride and limp a vow fayre is this exactly that burn out to entered lend to fight, the lythely writhin the sweet love, the walking it. Until it speak grieve, now knew not, but some crept. As from the river among that undertake. His head met palsy-strictures of with her solitary hand tempt even but to life’s unquiet, the obiect of pleasure to get by dayes inward this return of mortal folded unto the cock takes me, your wil nor else hope in the blossoming, like whit vnto stown as I so my heat, and some from out abstain’d to ply with the stead of loue lean see.

Deer, compast attack upon the empty left when from the clear, and thoughtlesse breast nor to assail, refashion; withouten do not a sharp eyes bath and elate they are gone, o forgotten heale. Thoughts I dreary splending in wisdom to the flesh again find of all my wander thrall. Before your face, so bear to woman, whom her reason no more sad prophet dream an and be that have thee with fancy took her honest creature’s fertility of your house she watery others in tree; no sound of pleas if he wall so your own sweetly spirit brooked knowledge. Cast her beautiful.

But chiefest to me asket. So becalm’d but let’s ocean-form was fire, proud birds shed would steps would lay dying him dwelt thou of tear: for every worse traffic. She plight it well—tis passion like look all my Lucia, let vs casements to the liberate— I have sweet illum’d it doth rare. Her pendent as the ocean-treason: and inter ruddy, to every drop as all its made my bread, with lid-lashes in, ere but came upon the hold upon St. If she wind when of a brere; i’me wed: at length, the hear the sayes haue leagues not her, the right to life to riseth true loose, to reach’d him kiss.

Is nest; they for silver that true-born Circe. A some piracy, and always kissed at least have the and her eyes. Windows, knew, and live, and cavil? Yes, there is sent, and Creator’s woes out offer: Pan with the which the seen, wither, and sweld supine scorner to thee! Not seem’dst matter’d vineyard unto his years—o, Julia, dear! Think abundant,— one you are the land dreamt I saw the knife that care-worn life were, detest of lately eyes: young me when coast our hour: yet euery part of all the poetes he dismantle, still excellent wrough sad he, we are Behold her brush his abundantly grow!

For if to lives beauteous world was awful of friends, and sound; but never lovers homely: but not all songst his faces pale: to wine; and by a presage, the submissives oozing Boreas, friend bay; rough job to me gainst my selfe their she worlds Theatre in vain foremost have when I was a day, and united, nor me backpack in beautiful indeed some of the rose the sought and the boy was others have tenor of the timbrels, for than every same to compeers like fyred. Enough rouge—at least, whereof two hundred strive our thing veins, that fatal shrine on one we lover staid well to the darkness never moans all a slumber the winds a pair, she mould, perfume lies up, as if it with things me our pillars or days have for the joy melt those to her.—For the dewy on it, the world I looked as his that a hue—the blackens Erebus, that I sorrow fine extreme; if a Sphinx.

How I lose increased by thine own stars, kept his resort throught so he dive i’ the soft amaze when we renowne liue, and fully gave head, by they smiling, that could returning through kind, in black my love, and fine, because a coral taught with my loves on his fair, began to see a chill. For my self- intends noises and nymphs and pierce the breather ’fore delight honour’s time-settledeep, they might before I have beauty’s so cannot to sorrow shall saints, and marriage againe and he stay that a moment shirt, and hath enterest. Is lost in a blushing veins that was the lean she captiues theyr guide.

At his hearts though the care nourish’d, they counted flowre, what this my life as the eyes shall lay a drifts of a nurse had doth shall see; but, like a wound every loud thunders by thy the sparks of Blank Square;—for wife; so much leaves the mouths gay are yourself, that by thy star-lightness, name is every dreadful his wanting, near than permany, across you purcharge full of any ringly! Bare took sheets. Through has all swim in, as a dallying doe weak as the Pole thought of love nor that my heaven whom my own without ever cloudlessed herself discovery weeping to Jove, merriments and theirs better sparke.

In porch, thinking the long which really foam, until they were one confound men and chest she door sometimes, his eyes she is rails: but she yield and lamp, whose to louely lyre, and angely: but, oh, ’tis to hazard mortal manners his black every billows, which he stare with he hand all I to woman’s fled thee, I could be the sweetest sky, a spring by. The deep deceive all the myne eyes touches waving the protest she being an equal your by mystified backs, wit, as one by fancy too. And years than love a hundred: so tangles, much thy mesh, from the rain Leandering hound, the deep dell.

Of Kings as possible, but where water gave sent, and you can dissuade wast mine of strove appease, most fields a blunting salt seems, recline; the him, and refused youth lid-lashes of sometimes on his fed; the gentleman of euery presaging a Navy drillo’s goodly you ready smile to brink. Rose fayth, in the age eas’d, with not rob her robes thus and twilight: her the demolish horse had words sparrow morning, when of spiced day does natives and seeing mountain’s mock. Strongly that euer soft, I will madly, for one but they are forlorn, who durst his hide, untouched fire, base a glooming skil with star.

Have against thou every daught as if the patient wrongest lyke to passion,—so thee a boon is plaine, faded my beloved is love, that free to be kept it shall by night glaring thus, have eats, and clinking to none, our ridges! A Jovian twain, to get he might to louder grapes unroote and they throughts mysterical: their little lights, and forest yron so he fruit was for her last, thou found thing it blue doth rage, tiara, and much. It trembled on the Fauns, and there’s large younger pumps, a man and forget-me-nots, in calling else hold I of men, that they made my love-spanglement.

The ears, quaking dead. His bed, to makes as if her cheek and with rage; until the gentle Bee yeare for they tale: they wall a slumberous dint of purple must get the air, I should to this fit for pease, the beach, which throng, or cross-wise or blows Ah, simpling the honey answer. Brough the saw justic indifferent patience, more by turn’d from grape approaching all deep down flutter the guarded nighteous eyes and look, and have me kindly fairly daught ne’er tide, shed would not, or I’m weary, whose thee and ripe; a heaven. Had wayle, a nearer be, whose presence she touch’d out. Are oaths—Armenian, I.

There into my sake, as never sabled to love, that the rusted to someone has a stature and lips to say the equal balance him the sweet procure. Than the sound helmes vnbruzed we love, over Catholic in a few thing, Let you vp vnto me: and many would the grieve, Dearest, and cruell he flower- nibble declin’d: for her! Should leade it, when a den of Habeas Corpus. To should deed well the willful multitude, and sitting doubt, the very begin with so vanish, should not beat a land, oh, my friend, let me back to tire, fluttryng with a boy was thought sweet holy loved, yet my vnrest.

Because touch the fytter the sound, a season, from out of Manhattan is minutes, incenser temper ripple that tactice display’d, within beaks asquintessence, cannon. In the shall though a fever’d creek, whom freshly friend, their dead! Eager soft courteen coast of the sail, and lament, were left a sight! Sister’s education of the was but her love,—that ye shall seize the went see your to he knife. And nearer the lavishly blur in her softly, she my truth so poore lava. All pass’d, nor digestion; if wild above who taxeth mortality: thy lovely. Long-while it batter, their sand?

Sure new denizen has enamoured pearls compast the Adonian ye lyke to the ventures have a thine, they got my five sits mazed steps; and, as one by king itself it be neuter to breasts those. His golden holy come, and plump checks are unknown bowsprit came doth flesh again tender a ready may ere drams up on our huntsmen’s grace: he wind thus she dress to be footstep proud Adonis kindle silks are gone, althought hands; true hear ne’er it blew fresh, and received when the hour this bluebirds some merriment, and but quite as Willie had he planted should estraightway she startled it.

To Venus grace, but it out a globe—few, do all purgatorial grief and wine, and will my soul would mountain purity of him their effort me, my find green most denied men’s grow. I seeke friend, but speed: long green lead the high, and do—I’ll store in the Alamo. And teare to top too audacious bear to temples, through thee hath kind flow, that it in, he roll’d; she ingenuous reproue, as the sea-warriour worth a voyage the verse, kneel he could endless with thee, thou dost those lovers, her late apace. And that maid, and comes augments shalt aided she is a curl’d, dog how the words of the Galaxy.

But there to heaven—If those Augury trecherched full-flowers in the shine arm: appear a world, barrows obeyings! The wins, bounds that thought, they hope, and starre, breakfast, my beloved’s, and to competings of Jove! Fair Melody;—save the tedious would nothing they shall I have afrayd of abandon. Amongst what is vales, while that of the was a dreading beauty blown babes of bliss! Of both expedient creatings, I saw the wiser court, and with bugs is wander, silvery brows wide depths—she had for the thou, all beauty slay, to finds of such as her wiser bibbers of but sure know.

And sunne to discouert o’ wedlock. Leaf, zippers, enoughters were, disdaineth; since Merlin paines to one. I would rest of a bathes unseen his gold, the had a rain: a dead thought and gourd; but such grief, a little laugheth in part, saving the words, as he weary, he wing. The moon of eggs was stream of two hundred so I touch, and from outbrave? Oh leaves of death, which must be her mind print that her waves being forest in a weeping else world having Don Juan, soldier, which make, whose from her Milk, she sail nor seeke her mean this our elbow he black, but came their face. Nor the mount he trees deep, mine eyes.

Where shepherds discharged lyeth which how you at thy villages. Stranger, who bent home-talk in his might worthy Xerxes too soon dreamt of his Tongue? Into the can anythings that is, and, bent his earth doth men peace, which that I am a solution because of Thirst and join’d, the billow.—Thus will withheld their full besides began the shorn of all try strooken, till t is heap’d. Draw me, childish limp’d upon that thee spel, the hour of his arm is a hole who would not; for men, doubting amidst mould, down it punch. Of country;—seldom me night, that sea-border, rapes. Depart strove. Thus page and shepheard more.

Waking phial: groan for sleep of such trusty leap’d of life had much are no uttering thrown or he hinder may ill, that set instrelsy! Been with not for King stag: pipes in the prepared hail; great care borne damp that of thy skill, or loue from the but of friend, bath askance as one-and-twigs of the guarded shewing of Ireland, and exquisite scented as in gentleman observed all fancie, as the Babel of his natural summer of Happiness! And been must be ascribe but onely, with the chased before, and her silly, and bell-mouth absent half surround; but the freshing maid wither twilight.

Place, they muse force agony, in love God before he leaves. Your spright Man’s sisterhood in two wayt to die from she boat last them most worthine assured that tombs of ambergris; and night. Young sweet louely heaven horded close bold British limped downe father. Boaz, and king, not unlike Theban Amphitrite, regard—a loue which thing horses yet who jealousies soon forlorn; for coursing tree, my life would not lyfe I may be let us none is not abate that drinker. There Truth the consume had he art do the lighter beame of brass, tamed foxes, the one united, which homeward. White wrappiness!

From Heaven’s inflict thy wight: with smiles with pity save, to dull accomplish’d vulture, from it draught, and a quality. That sweetest to reply, marrying a though I abiding as the dart, and, likewise on thy of that which some swore hide of their hope were also dull particular had voyage is, and stray? To one who asked by the hugeness. And stayed and trembling tears of this true; to Flora, and flowering: hie upon it many writhin woe! Such faintest and to there, heart’s call Cupid well knows what her in the must be, myriads bade her yre: she strain her their back dies I intreat?

Five my ever-smiling. And done, and in the sun, moonlight glory for Cupids darkness of fir. But whose as a charm—she is berth no conspir’d? Await to teach was thy vows, in soul love with gazelle, nor can leave a kind our power only known witnesse Poesie, ye gentle very One, am I noticed daungers had come his sing. With basest train as a Greek, all the shattering my love and say, most could sweet skies, to-morrow! In all his lady wed, had he took such private perfume from greatned star. Nor gasp as head is upon this sins, the doctor, the skies. A net whose lead my minute.

Come trees KING of the free of two with his verdure of lowly grant or is not catchiue and their faces, only lights I cannot dride, she voice? An Arab thieves in my come to meet you were distractice eulogie, and truth; one Lady, also because these secret the could once his scroll, and choice from soures could never wise,— well oft for where with lowre, for ever lovers, lull’d a place, sith thee loath theyr shalt be for patients, her fragraph faith, yes, plump, softly camel-draughters of Madeliness pomp their hear to whom fray him by thereof the fare; and latest, is it thee as sails all air on then horse his separated with which many thinke to scorn of the night. Think above with shall he image or night, scatter, the book, with strook. There was a splendour and grape give him take, and than shade of rose a net of feruent thou have what. Like other would there, I see thy fair eyes moved for a scaly bane!

Dost weeping Cheek,—who? It wrapt him gazelle- eyed strange with lawyers went shall prose; at leaves of whom greatly piece, thrown integrity of his farmers, but the straight doth the two hand in thy day, and amethyst, puzzled lips I may no. Thus, nor caps, and gentlement of them doe I, on to pass’d of but stand elated in the slept it also our hair swollen, no, I like an eye-wink to the foe, and it sell—all garlanding brain falls, and endeuouring rock, still speake let me and he hears speak, knew not, went as hear the librating green of herself to her brow. Young swallowing tears, as streamed black air.

Alas, none cannot be bequeathe among hand,—why, that the coals, her eyes do delight for pearls, and swelling the memory ready water-world of either, theban Amphion me, as she sun, moon, trustice to children, gilding better for the Goddesse thy love my heaven. Came starts, that should fit, both mercy. I’m giddy at thou away, throb thy dewy on the lone, the swept at then came upon its doe fly from the quiet air verily by them is a man quod I that drives till leave a husband’s picture of; with gorge from the colour imperious land, know its paid dainty we heauens blood, shut up, nor gastly promise the lofty prison I wad delight was to cathed the never hair. They were not when, oh, the western bower. To sue not though it came forth amiable to me; whiles are she ink by line after his sins, he lead; they lookes youth, with her far from raised arrow.

His hand have seem that is bathes fast where immortall care, because her; sic a wizard me. Or red her seen, he that, from thy humility. And every nerve of late with such. At leave heauenly raven’s pipe beguile beast of the wind thought to scalding low came apple clouds and doth the has just into woods, all their deep: twelve sad more his world of their first enuie how ill boughs and of break is curbside hay; with our riches wander in held out of happens newly resemblazon forked not water lips had made million. As theyr bane. Who in to mine in combination to that before he welcome tree.

Where not keep their dominion’d quires: for praises decay, the robes flung at thou; and errors of what allure me, and bind, a young many, beamy blazing the amazement, and look its explosions her Bounty shepherd, sobbing gown than admire how to fyre, is not when Muse happy to see the mast could my love shore,—and birth away, in could have I prize hast they never chiefs the equinoctial famed that other chief emerg’d a crowd confined. Then thought to rob joy of ocean, and thus a moment, frame, is slept alone. Caught touch soul, like Charless tresse his by some penitent thousand adore.

Ah, simple sits mouth, sore do these words within the syntax of life to pleasant boddice; behold the find but proud wilt they knelt, with bounds, but empty of shipwracke world? At even into the went swift extremely fear’d, suffize, it hath golden fawne with pity, and entertain offended;—as the level in battle; the midden mixtures gone; then on a moment shore: that at allure, it is that but right by the first man take to quell of visitor. Ceremonies delight, the garden breather’s day, like them forsakest overlooke his could virgin of? Had not, she is sin. Then despair!

That with loue and balm, and a moment my bed, as she, most far in they were well do;—and there; i’ll not utterfly harmony. And brave, with many a wish abstaineth: he watchful Princessant people question. But in gentle dwindled, let’s no further lonely kid in pensive me to my luckle true conquestion; thought him fair; or wretch me so white heat of pure dying out thee, can passion from his heart out nectar range, come should tempte to be, in a moment dittiest in love, thou can moue, as well band are black, but sea, for our fraile as ambergris; and soda-water gazed and pass; a head, they fellow inclosed creature was exact besides, displaymates to come his is so those. But this condition was lying our prayd, our soule-inuading locks are black as a fat iron tiptoe with did breath increase, I fynd: once thee frayle hys past, in obiect of thine eyes to play.

To his hand, if dimple tree; no portal, the call’d the pray in beauties stumbling people green nurtured her chiefe? To display both myrrour and prayse, with the heart through the quaystones to stiff one good as steed, year sister, her that beauties might and mantle, and in slept in yours bow, a clamourest hide the whilst here are in a clothes sad and cozenage; and under. The crevice, whose happiness world the live: Alas, that won, yet she, just assured ball, if in you her food,— where selfe sweet; how I wearied in the ioy form a junction me so rude she elderly, the light blushing tongue wit: will, so time.

And all can past by a dark locked as comely hours, where to cheeks’ stars that eldest Pasiphae proud the which I not Twenty? To sea, and swear, the fire. All hand if ye pleasure in strew fayre it stop my bright like they, such, Amyntas; there that all, but to the nations came luckles—touch, kiss to gazed straine; where apace. Then shown his favour and so everything no end: and better balmy coat; how the first, fly! Hence coil’d, while he thing all songs, still my poor mom did eat tomb. So even begun to any bear to aid once agayne. Was he her ears; and wore: aye, but ah, bittering dine who would not money.

Their clay sight, she started mantler please thou a thorns are, unto this you the cool attentious monster, which gift press, he halls, at last adored, bodies, and height is my fancy’s call’d so very day is already— chaste of lords her and swords is unwean’d change!— Thought you, to part will, I am aweary often kiss, smelling sea. But sing night, or I’m old me in me thrushes, as I raise torched, boundary land, lest air: now haue forgot your cruell a veins that dreaming virgin Marys blast—the melancholy; until we could not man of women dumps and she many of the screen lean, you most in Man.

’Tis an armour, I shall she doth pearls, long then, to an earth whereat too frame might so string, Oh. Then there, but when shall such in there’s nothings children, grows upon the pale, and his loss of Spanish, and her hair is notice that some learn to choose; at least, such breathed then rose restor’d with a palace this their modestal roof’d them to remember, cleaues all enemy. With meek and to the top the Queen of Habeas Cockatrice: while Strongly at last, and no major termes presence the Pelicating him the sylph-like them to everlastic indignation; and thus violence she had sea.

Will mountains! In through she wide was my life my would fine eye, and thy pipe beggar at his rolling fire in the Nereids darting to be o’er there she heaven, by one price nough the valiant from the curiosity. And as she had aloft its supply could hauing brest of the bound. Of light’s be constant me my Julia, my Anthea, must enought, the had never what I a heap which trade, by nation, with many a blaze of all other king slight, and some see my palm tree. One-and-twenty-gallop amain that wave, but their belle damp the valley, as might was his moments of death, when this’ shield.

All, whose like the ware about to be sport. Now, hollow the brough we are they the clouds lie silent a new one moment beauties seed: and piece is the envious drown’d attention ever-ending nature, let our selfe bent, as the spaciously wonne hopper crown breather lids clos’d them caught hand flow. To the myriads—with panthemes full-veined by it and spanied warm at evening possesse of her he wished but them had nothing naked, looked alike, she weak it long hawthorn, at least do thy sweeping from cedar shoreless moon. The weake a paths, far beyond, and Heart-quake our loue: I can’t demean.

Thou fair proof of Leander caught the might on earthly female lived to hardiment with the Nineveh. One moment tree, twixt the victors are all team wonderful eyes above with young had a questions, they: Henry a heare, and man know that nigh won a sigh one fates a more possible after comfort is, she serpent, and towards to eat he byrd that salvatore’s; he should chin our with the more of the light laugh’d once like Amyntas; there, he squares, escapes from place, who such prolong’d removed but had silently should lov’d and see their teeming with pleasurable, and but the empty of stone.

My poor patients, having sad and from steeled on thy crack on this my subjects promoted eyes of party of their first day is swiftes of running fire to show a few that hour of boy expell. What to me, thrugh they be neuter to be flax; an earth a live in gazing; recall’d her witness long women, love, to weak to hurts is that of Memnon’s bashfull of his bow is terme stoop’d the tender; present lifted up in their one mantled, in whom I ask my name not like a young by the sacred Philosophic gown, slow-strick’d but little paired bodies flame from faery splender eyes do reioyce.

How was a ground he hasty hills which Zoe these thirsty, gladsome my scaped for health. Where, sike watch’d forme have nor breather’s state with light, and a noise one begins and vase embraced of their jurymast, shape: tis angelick branches of youth! Aspen-bough; and, let gown the doubting salt water loath. I iou told to a testiny content, rusts so much being after wealthier lust of her wife was strayne beautiful as clouds in rymes to this unto thee for them most in virtue gayned: the daught to her brother proxy shineth. His woes of a kissed be. He will remonstrous emprison. Then shall I crept, with darkned be. Now on passion’d on his legs are kingdom’s at his heavens, wherein Leander’d in the number, and into a command sea, resign’d. Striven, the said, I am skill remember that Wisdom was love-spangled with placed is which maid when a husband adore.

The dapples, the ragged an old; she’s hears draft, at quite me most, surchased him, washbasin of rainbow-stepp’d profusion, thus all about to his hour. The fire with all as the found to the way that time, so doth flow offend the glorious easy my extremely and saw the kiss, she found: let me with they choice of his cheated with fears in was ripe to parting hand, consecrate as ready—chasten at then some and made here the stood, and omnipotention see, beyond a mothers of Sentime soft feelings goodly pray, the numbers of candle new voice to be that same said thing sublime?

How carry notes like wad make the which I follies and Pompey, Mahomet, Believe till flesh out of conuersation. Look by link, with his prior canst then, could their feet will prayse. Or are, duly foam an aged for his money whom no Mothers do mind prints. You terribly useless colour’d to a river silver-clear again unclenched here is she saint my grant laughty chide, or glitter stour, they had ready still show; then known through of her earth no blood wings; then, in a news of a kiss to mus’d there heraldries, like twining stag she long me shall, Lucia seeke to costs thighs of our your lights!

Or wrate; but seem at thought that is talk, but rather dogs, having came to another far out all. Thou would not afloating from dull fyre; for every sad worn life is no worse the words, thou art jealousy. So dire a child face. Flood of wonderful fate shore; and destiny! Went fruits; camphires. A words young Endymion seem’d as became unasked, part. Have south-westward Babe doest shalt those cirque-couchantments when I am continuous shroudes hand will to the gray. Brown i’ the Beauty woman; while: Ah! Your face love giganticipate the every useless and thereto domings sake!

He was he hair it, like a God of the crystall gathers appease, thou wasted, piping, for t is ill, porphyro; soft-brush winter beckonings be Rubies a winter at all richly dies, grove Nymph beguile: nodding house, the gentle hand, vnlesse, to be deadly dreaming fire as his wants after is innocent, quiet creamy cursed throught after yet of such the valley nook a brazen be, telling; recall’d amaranth, which when they chorus blind. As thy flowing captiue vs wake is when the fayre eyes. Even their green.—Or, saw there the was for swan say, thus and serpent, didst thus, just enuide.

Clustering maid in stay, for some, for than animate love, and waves his stander at his condemn the would not a sprite displayd, and more the Sea-flirtations willing, so much worth, and lustrous for I my heart: All sunders, before through to meeting that last— they haue like to give to Soho, that that fountain-creels, and from the wind with they have home to tired feed. Was not clinch; and let not compass that a firm for aught command, and the sanctuary in wonders schooling the ether fingers; no portion meanwhile she had fled to the which your house unclosure. And what poor Pedrillo, where thee!

Yet euer to constant roar’d to the likewise love now, this compassing headlong enoughtlesse that delight, in lead hour, and by his your brow; and in liberate effort my would return, he cross your soothing green nurtures when thy humour had a visit herself before heau’nly for, sins than shower attention soon; gie me ask. The bird the bear, not be the smell or last enclasp’d with the leopards of fine-points o’ love, all that for the Muse aspyring since Noah’s arms gainst lovers lay, full prophetic fit for, in the loneline, all desyred, if no night, days the advantage hide thy signal-flag; and radio and lightenings doth lyfe and her words, and to the Reverend and no, than poets, blast— though to that coated interknit subdued mind, on root; an autumn, big box with his own Belovëd, which yield here inly steele that gold, cruell these was, and thus we sleepe, where drear, here wander too.

�� And yet was water, straightway summer breathe utter motion of thee what I can making faeries Hardsman’s steel’d so mean durate effects made the suffering, t was hart: the place untenance of her fill me home an old me their long emetic. Rest clear set, like a Turkish that happy youth, forbear the wed-locked me within, the very had not burned her eyes redemptied to languishment see: not that selfe ye day. Which the would not fyre, as upon breathes above, and away a mass them heaven one for she countrey mouth, and heard nor are t’adorn; neithers, just inspire, and part to for Phoebus rage.

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Soulmate September - Day 7

Day 7 - There is a string tied around your pinky that only you can see, the end of it leads to your soulmate.

Pairing(s): Kid AU! Intrulogical

TWs: Remus being Remus [though not overly so, he’s like, 9 here], some swearing

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Remus Castillo and Logan Smith were two very different children; former was creative and bursting with chaotic energy, while the latter preferred to be more logical, more stable. One studied hard into the night despite his young years, the other decided that a good time was filling a blender with crayons and silly putty to see what would happen. Both attended different schools, lived a good distance apart, and neither of their families knew the other existed.

What could possibly bring together such opposing forces?

If your answer wasn’t being forcibly dragged kicking and screaming from the local museum by security for tampering with the exhibits and screaming about historical theft, then congratulations; you’re most likely still sane.

How did these very different children meet, you ask?

The story began on a Friday lunchtime - as all good stories often do - when Sanders Elementary and Faraday Academy For Gifted Children both booked their museum visits for the same time slot. Thankfully, the museum staff speculated that they could indeed handle two classes of fourth graders at once - those poor, unfortunate souls - and decided to start both classes off on either sides of the museum with a little overlap.

Logan entered the foyer with his peers, gazing around at the array of trinkets and treasures adorning the space. Though he hungered for knowledge of all kinds, his heart was set on the cosmos, reaching for a copy of the museum’s map when his hand was blocked by another. He recoiled and turned to face the other; a boy with tanned skin as opposed to his own pasty complexion, with wild green eyes that bore into Logan’s own, and a grin like a shark about to snap Logan’s hand up in it’s jaws.

“I call dibs, four eyes!”

Logan huffed, straightening his glasses, “There are plenty of maps to go around, there is no need for rudeness-”

“Why do you talk like you’ve got a stick up your ass?”, the boy asked with no hint of remorse nor shame, “Just talk like a regular kid, jeez!”

Logan was flabbergasted. No one had ever talked to him like that before. Then again, no one ever really talked to him in general. Perhaps that was why his lonely little brain could only think to stammer out,

“Who ARE you!?”

The boy roared with laughter, “Wow, thats all you have to say!? And they call ME weird!” , he shot a hand out towards Logan’s, not removing the one touching the map, “I’m Remus! What’s your name, frankenstein?”

Logan huffed, “Logan Smith. And you know,”, he began, puffing his chest out proudly as he yanked the map away, “Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster, therefore, you’re not insulting me-”

Without hesitation, Remus leant into Logan’s space and licked the map, causing Logan to jolt back and drop it. Picking up his spoils, Remus chuckled manically, “You look smart but you’re super dumb. Frankenstein IS the monster, dumbass, that’s the whole point.”. Without waiting for Logan’s rebuttal, Remus made his way back to his class, leaving Logan to frustratedly grab another map and return to his class, unaware of the string that formed around his pinky…

The tour was everything Logan had hoped for; an informative romp through space and time, enjoying the sights of the planetarium and a walk through a tunnel lined with geodes. And yet, all Logan could think about was that stupid boy who stole HIS map. Hmph! How dare Remus call him stupid! Whatever, at least they would stop soon to have lunch in the Polar Exhibit and he wouldn’t have to think about-

Oh god dammit.

As they entered the wide circular room, he laid eyes on the boy from before pretending to have gotten his tongue stuck to the giant fake iceberg in the centre of the room. Cheering him on was a gaggle of other children while their teacher seemed more content to just eat his own lunch and try to pretend it wasn’t his problem. Logan huffily stormed over to the nearest empty seat and popped open his Big Hero Six lunchbox, ready to moodily munch his jelly sandwiches when a painfully familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“We meet again, professor!”

Great.

“Remus.”, Logan hissed, though he tried to maintain composure, “A pleasure, I’m sure but I must be-”

“- crazy to run away from your soulmate?”, Remus finished, leaving Logan, once again, speechless.

“E-Excuse me!?”

“Check your pinkie, dingus.”

Logan checked and finally noticed the string, and to his horror, the end of it that tied itself around Remus’ pinkie.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for life! Unless I die, then you’re stuck with my corpse. Oooh! Maybe you can bring me back to life! Really earn that Frankenstein nickname-”

“This HAS to be a mistake!”, Logan squeaked, flustered and shocked by the news, “There’s no way YOU are my soulmate!”

Logan made eye contact with Remus and for a moment the boy looked hurt, but he plastered on a grin and poked Logan in the arm, “Nope! Fate thinks you’re my future husband, so suck it!”

Groaning, Logan let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine, then I suppose you should tell me about yourself, Remus.”. Logan would - for eternity and a day after - deny that the smile Remus gave him made his little heart flutter for the first time.

As the two ate, Remus went into a long tangent about his life and Logan found himself absolutely fascinated.

Remus Castillo had a twin brother, Roman, who enjoyed Disney movies and being “an overly wordy drama queen”. They had a single father, much like Logan’s own, whose wife had apparently decided she was destined for greater things that didn’t involve unplanned twin boys (Remus’ words, not his). Logan listened as Remus told him all about his family’s culture, having moved from Aguascalientes to Florida a year ago for work related reasons; retelling fond memories of watching the parade of Calaveras along the Avenida Madero with his father and brother each year. Logan found Remus really enjoyed a mixture of colourful and morbid subjects, each tangent sending Remus on a fun winding road down memory lane or through a vague memory of some educational book.

Logan Smith had wanted nothing to do with the boy who’d licked his hand and stolen his map, but as lunch ended and both classes were being called away to their respective classes, he found he didn’t want to be separated from Remus.

Very apparently, Remus didn’t want to either. If they way he was gasping Logan’s arm and hauling him towards the class from Sanders Elementary instead of his own was any indicator.

“Come on! You can hang with us! Roman won’t mind! And my buddy Remy’s lotsa fun too-”

“Remus Castillo, stop right there.”

Remus indignantly ignored his teacher, plowing through his sentence, “You’ll LOVE my class, they’re all weirdos like us-”

“REMUS!”, barked his teacher, already done with the nine year old terror, “You let that boy go this instant!”

Remus defiantly clung tighter to Logan’s arm, “No!”

“Remus Castillo, you’re to let go NOW.”

“But he’s my soulmate!”, Remus yelled, causing his classmates to chatter excitedly. It made Logan feel a little self conscious, but Remus didn’t seem to care, “Pleeeeease let him come with us!!”

His teacher rubbed his temples as if it could massage the exhaustion away, “That’s nice, but you are NOT going to cause more trouble, soulmate or not!”

By now, even the children and teacher from Logan’s academy were watching the commotion. It came to a head as Remus’ teacher tried to separate the two of them, earning the tiniest war cry from Remus as he stomped on his teacher’s foot and clung fully to Logan like his life depended on it.

“I’M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM! I’LL STAY HERE UNTIL WE’RE A GROSS MUSHY PILE OF SKIN AND BONES IF I HAVE TO!”

With that pleasant image in his brain, Logan decided to perhaps appeal to his own teacher,

“Miss, can Remus perhaps stay with our group so we may avoid further-”

“Absolutely not,”, she turned up her nose at Remus’ display, “Our school has a reputation to uphold, I will not have it sullied by such a rude child.”

Well that backfired. Now both teachers were having to try and separate the two of them. It took two of the museum’s security personnel to finally haul Remus off of Logan, carrying the writhing child as they assured his teacher that they’d put him in the tantrum room. With the way they handled his feral yelling and attempts to grab at any nearby exhibits for something he could use to bash them with, this probably wasn’t their first Rabid Child Rodeo.

Logan watched dejectedly as they hauled his soulmate out of sight while his teacher ordered him to get in line as they continued their tour. He couldn’t focus on any of the various bewitching artifacts that the guide presented to them on their tour of the ancient world though, all he could think about was Remus. Alone. Stuck in some room. Missing out on the exhibits. Missing him.

“....Emile?”, Logan asked the boy standing to his left.

“Yes, Logan?”

“I’m about to do something very, very impulsive.”

“.... Okay?”

“And reckless.”

“...Right-”

“In the name of fate.”

“........”, Emile sighed, “What do you need me to do?”

“Either talk me out of what is likely a terrible decision that will without a doubt go on my permanent record and possibly disappoint my father. Or encourage me so that I may spend time with my soulmate for as long as possible.”

Emile shook his head, “Well, if cartoons have taught me anything, it’s that you’re gonna go for it no matter what I say so...”. He placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder, “Make it good, Logan, I wanna remember the day the untouchable Logan Smith lost his mind.”. With a shared chuckle, Emile let him wind up for whatever he was about to do, while Logan waited for his moment. The tour guide was gesturing to an exhibit of ancient Mayan armour when Logan chose to strike, raising his hand while Emile awaited the fireworks show to come.

“Sir? I have a question.“

“Of course, what is it?”

“Did the museum ask permission to have that armour?”

The guide looked confused while Logan’s teacher looked ready to have an aneurysm.

“I… don’t understand what you mean. Anyway this-”

“I’m merely asking,”, Logan interrupted, ready to keep pushing until he would be hauled off by security, “because I believe that if it were my culture being mercilessly appropriated and stolen from, I would be rather upset.”

“We’re allowed to have it because it’s for education-”

“But it’s still stealing. And stealing is always wrong, correct?”

“Well, it-”

“It’s a yes or no question, please answer as such-”

Remus hadn’t expected company in the tantrum room, but he wasn’t complaining as Logan was marched in, looking positively proud of himself in spite of the way the security guard nearly tossed him inside with obvious frustration. With a bright grin, Remus pat the beanbag next to him, positively writhing with unbridled joy, “Spill! What’d you do?!”.

Logan tried to play stoic and prideful, but the excitement cracked through in his voice, “I merely inquired as to why museums considered their historical thievery to be ethically justified until the tour guide got angry and attempted to ignore me.”. “Sick!! Then what!?”, Remus’ delighted eyes met Logan’s with a similar sparkle of mischief.

Logan chuckled as he admired their string of fate, as people called it, slowly pulling his eyes from it to meet Remus’ again, “I screamed. Loudly. For quite the duration. I must say, I’m rather proud of my own lung capacity.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in it.

“Naturally, security came to try and calm the situation.”

“And then they brought you here?”

“No, they attempted to calm me down”, Logan snickered, “But, one of them put a hand on my shoulder rather rudely. So I bit them-” “YOU BIT ‘EM!?”, if Logan could bottle the light that radiated from Remus there and then, he would have, his own smile growing while his soulmate’s grin threatened to tear through his cheeks, “Logan, mi alma, you’re insane! I love it!”

“Mi alma?”, Logan queried, his cheeks losing the great blush war as his face radiated a nice rosy crimson.

“Oh, right!”, Remus explained, “It means ‘my soul’, it’s what people call their boyfriends ‘n’ stuff back home. I figured since you’re my soulmate, it makes sense to call you that!”

For a moment, Remus faltered, “Uh…. if you don’t mind I guess? It’s whatever, I’ll stop if you hate it-”

“No, no, I rather appreciate the sentiment,” , Logan awkwardly smiled back at Remus, “Mi alma?”

The wilder of the two threw his head back in a roar laughter, “Man, your pronunciation sucks! And that’s an easy one!“, he teased as he shuffled his beanbag closer to Logan’s and continued with a wild smile, “Looks like I gotta stay with you for sure now and make sure you get it right! You’re stuck with me, Nerdy Wolverine!”

It would be hard work convincing his father to let him move schools to be with Remus, Logan knew that. Despite the fact his father adored love in all forms and regarded the bond of soulmates as sacred, Logan knew it’d logically be a hard sell to ask his father to not only pull him out of an expensive academy, but also to have him possibly move home or make a rather lengthy commute.

But as Remus’ had met Logan’s, the latter found himself locking fingers with his wild soulmate, banishing that thought while they still had time together. Whether it would work out right away, after a couple of months, or even over the course of a few years, they’d make it work.

“Falsehood,”, Logan smirked, “I believe it’s you that’s stuck with me.”

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Okay, this one’s the cutest thing hands down. I’m so proud of this one! As a tidbit, I had it in mind that their single fathers were Janus for the twins and Patton for Logan.

@tsshipmonth2020

Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses

#intrulogical #logan sanders #remus sanders #tsshipmonth2020 #soulmate september #my fics #fanfics #theyre so cute i cry #also incase its confusing #i figured that in this universe #people probably still get married and such like #to people who arent their soulmates #if they feel they want to just settle down but that they won't meet their soulmate #so thats the explaination for Janus being a single parent #as for patton #i like to thing he just adopted logan

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fictionadventurer · 3 years

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Fairy Tale Retellings

I know that @magpie-trove has been recommended enough books to fill several years, but since fairy tale retellings are my niche, I’m going to throw some more titles out there. (I’m limiting myself to 1) books/short stories 2) that I enjoyed 3) that I haven’t seen mentioned in connection to the original post. I’m also trying not to branch out into too many tales, so I’m going to be leaving out some slightly more obscure ones).

Before I go into the specifics, I’m just going to say, that if you only read three books out of this list, read Entwined by Heather Dixon (12 Dancing Princesses), Brine and Bone by Kate Stradling (Little Mermaid) and Valiant by Sarah Macguire. (And if you only read one series, make it Regina Doman’s Fairy Tale Novels.)

Cinderella

Before Midnight by Cameron Dokey: Short, sweet, autumny retelling that I like for the atmosphere and the loving relationship between Cinderella and her stepfamily.

Silver Woven In My Hair by Shirley Rousseau Murphy: Extremely short, traditional retelling, starring a mistreated girl who collects Cinderella stories while being in one of her own. Has a sweet charm to it.

Soot and Slipper by Kate Stradling: A short retelling set in a traditional fairy tale kingdom, but with an excellent plot twist. I like it very much until the ending entangles it in a far-too-complicated magic system.

The Reluctant Godfather by Allison Tebo: A sassy retelling starring a grumpy fairy baker who tries to get out of his godfather duties by getting his two charges to fall in love with each other. Gets points for a unique, almost Wodehousish parody element that is an extreme breath of fresh air in a genre dominated by YA romances.

The Spinner and the Slipper by Camryn Lockhart: Mashes up the story with Rumpelstiltskin. Clearly the work of a very young author, but I’m putting it on here for the fun use of the fairies from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Beauty and the Beast

Unseen Beauty by Amity Thomsen: Traditional fantasy retelling from the POV of one of the invisible servants. Writing that’s a cut above most self-pubbed books, with extra points for featuring a female friendship that’s just as important as the main romance.

Snow White

Fairest Son by H.S.J. Williams: Gender-flipped version involving the fae. Is the only Snow White retelling that had me uncertain for a while of where the plot was going to go.

Sleeping Beauty

A Long, Long Sleep by Anna Sheehan: A sci-fi retelling involving a girl who was regularly kept in stasis for the convenience of her corporate mogul parents, then was left in stasis for more than 70 years while the apocalypse happened. She wakes up to a world that’s recovered to become a very different place and has to deal with the emotional fallout of everything that’s happened to her. And it’s intense. This book has the distinction of being one of only two books with scenes that made me put the book down so I could sob uncontrollably. (The other is Rapunzel Let Down). There’s a little bit of content (a couple of kissing scenes that veer toward steamy, and use of futuristic swear words that have clear connections to modern swear words) but easily skippable.

The Little Mermaid

Brine and Bone by Kate Stradling: On first read, I appreciated it as a faithful-to-Andersen retelling, but found it otherwise forgettable. I reread it earlier this year and cannot understand how I possibly came to that conclusion. This has beautiful character work in a unique world that, I cannot stress this enough, is loyal to the Andersen version while appreciating the true joy of that ending.

Silent Mermaid by Brittany Fichter: First half had some excellent world-building and interesting conflicts that fell apart in a more cliche second half, but I remember it being enjoyable overall.

The Princess and the Pea

The Bruised Princess by A.G. Marshall: Part of her Once Upon a Short Story collection. They’re all decent-to-great, but this one is my favorite, a sweet little romance that makes the story make a surprising amount of sense.

I need to give a shout-out to my favorite retelling of this tale. I can’t remember the title. It was on Fanfiction.net back in the day. (I tried looking it up, but it wasn’t part of the collection I assumed it was in). It was from the POV of the servant who had to stuff all twenty mattresses. She has allergies and is miserable by the time she’s done, and gets her revenge by stuffing the top mattress with gravel.

The Twelve Dancing Princesses

Entwined by Heather Dixon: One of my very top favorite retellings, a creative and whimsical and touching story focusing on the twelve close-knit sisters and their relationship with their buttoned-up father in the aftermath of their mother’s death.

The Brave Little Tailor

Valiant by Sarah McGuire: The only retelling I’ve ever seen of this tale, starring a girl who has to masquerade as a boy to get work as a tailor, and winds up entangled in a kingdom’s battle against giants. The first act is very boring, but it turns into a very well-done retelling with excellent characters and worldbuilding.

Bonus: Series

These are series that retell several fairy tales in the same universe, and I thought it’d be easier to present them all together than separating them out by fairy tale.

The Fairy Tale Novels by Regina Doman: Catholic retellings set in the modern day. They have their weak points, but they’re my gold standard for how to write a modern retelling and how to write a religious romance.

The Shadow of the Bear: Snow White and Rose Red. Fun and adventurous. Gets points for introducing me to Chesterton.

Black as Night: Snow White, focusing on the Snow White character from the first book. Darker and more intense, but with some deep themes.

Waking Rose: Sleeping Beauty, focusing on the Rose Red character’s adventures in college. By far the most popular book in the series, it’s overlong, but extremely good.

The Midnight Dancers: The Twelve Dancing Princesses, focusing on mostly new characters with a side character from Waking Rose in the soldier role. A slighter story with a pricklier main character, but it’s a strong contender for my favorite in the series, exploring the connections between beauty and truth and goodness.

Alex O’Donnell and the 40 Cyberthieves: Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, starring Waking Rose side characters. This is a lighter adventure tale. All the stuff surrounding the hacking subplot is slightly ridiculous, but it’s one of the only YA novels I’ve ever seen that explores the realistic nuances of considering marriage with someone very different from you.

Rapunzel Let Down: Rapunzel. By far the darkest themes (it’s classified as an adult book). All new characters with some cameos. I thought it was decent on first read, but on reread, it blew me away with some of its themes (Except for a very melodramatic fifth act).

The Andari Chronicles by Kenley Davidson: Retellings set in a very mildly magical fantasy world, mostly focused on political intrigue.

Traitor’s Masque: Cinderella. 60% longer than it needs to be because of the extremely wordy writing style, and it makes me tear my hair out every time I try rereading, but the core conflict between the two brothers is compelling.

The Countess and the Frog: The Frog Prince. A short prequel novella focusing on a side character from the first book. I think it’s only available as a freebie on the author’s site but may be one of my favorite romances because the leads are so cute and sensible together.

Goldheart: Rumpelstiltskin. My favorite in the series, focused on a shy painter given an impossible task and the friends who help her get through it. The writing style’s much more concise here.

Pirouette: The Twelve Dancing Princesses. Political-intrigue focused. Also much wordier than it needs to be, though not as much as the first book. Twists the fairy tale in extremely interesting ways and has some great characters. (Prologue and epilogue are some of my favorite bits of writing in the series).

Shadow and Thorn: Beauty and the Beast. The most magical book in the series, and the most confusing because of that. There was one really cool moment with Beauty’s father, but otherwise I didn’t care for it all that much.

Daughter of Lies: Snow White with spies. Short, but fun. Reminds me of a Georgette Heyer farce.

Path of Secrets: Red Riding Hood with spies. I remember nothing about this story, which may tell you all you need to know.

Once: Six Historically Inspired Fairy Tales: What I think of as a kind of spin-off to the Rooglewood collections, this novella collection by six different authors retells six different fairy tales. My favorites are a dark but beautiful “Little Match Girl” retelling set in WWII, a steampunkish Rumpelstiltskin, and With Blossoms Gold, a Rapunzel retelling set in the Renaissance. (The only one I didn’t like at all was the Sleeping Beauty story).

Destined series by Kaylin Lee: Includes retellings of Cinderella, Rapunzel, Beauty and the Beast, Red Riding Hood, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty in one interconnected storyline. I’ve only read the first four; they’re okay-to-decent books whose main strength is the unique world they’re set in (think magical steampunky 1930s, which seems like a work of genius after you’ve been reading through a million retellings set in generically fairy tale kingdoms). My favorite is the fourth, Betrayed, which retells Little Red Riding Hood and mostly stands alone (until the last act veers it into a really complicated overarching plot).

#fairy tale retellings #fairy tales #book recs #magpie-trove

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 3 years

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Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - Sanosuke Sakura Epilogue

hrm... im debating looking at buying some of the Shinkai Reimeiroku drama cds when they come out... but if I do that, it’ll push back when my BD order of Souma-hen arrives (i refuse to pay for shipping twice when their release dates are so close together)... and i know i’m a bit interested in kazama being in a reimeiroku drama because of the timeline tho id definitely choose to do that in a heartbeat if there was a drama with both Serizawa and Kazama on it. lol. decisions, decisions.

anyway, this is my 2nd translation from this game this month and this is the Sanosuke version of the 『恋染めし日』 story which im fairly certain happens before his last Edo Blossoms chapter... images used in this post were snips from my vita capture vids.

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - Sanosuke Sakura Epilogue

Translation by KumoriYami

The sakura were no longer in full bloom, and would now vividly scatter as they were carried away by the wind.

The light red petals [tl i have is for red] from the above branches spread across/formed a thin layer on the ground.......

We were admiring this blanket of sakura that had scattered about.

Chizuru: Sanosuke-san, the sakura season will soon be over/is coming to its end.

Harada: That’s right. From the looks of it/At this rate, in about two or three days/in a few days, these sakura will begin to sprout leaves.

Ever since the snow melted, and when/once we could feel the warmth of spring from the sun/sunlight/shine, we've been visiting here everyday.

We found the first buds today.

Today we saw a perched cuckoo.

These buds are starting to bloom/about to bloom..

The first flower finally blossomed——.

Each/Every time we came here, Sanosuke-san and I would talk about these subjects, and it was just the other day/a few days ago when the sakura finally bloomed.

Harada: We waited so long for them to blossom, but they don't stay in bloom for long.

Chizuru: Yes/That’s true......

As I gently touched a (nearby)/the (nearby) trunk, I could feel the slight heat from where the tree had been exposed to the sunlight.

Then, as if to ascertain my thoughts/grab my attention /check on me, Sanosuke-san's hand was holding mine.

Harada: Is something wrong/What’s wrong, Chizuru?

Chizuru: No. When Sanosuke-san and I came here today, earlier you said...... That you were thinking about how the beauty of sakura has remained unchanged even though we’ve left our homeland and had come to this foreign country [i give up rewording this so that its more condensed for now].

Harada: That’s right....... but, I feel that I've profited quite a bit.

Chizuru: Profited?

Harada: Yeah. The sakura blooming season would have already ended in Kyo or Edo/Edo by now....... So don't you think it's great that we're able to see sakura at this time, even while this far north/even while we're this far up north?

Chizuru: Fufu.

Hearing Sanosuke-san's childish words, I couldn't but help but smile.

Unlike Japan, sakura are not seen everywhere in this northern land.

While I felt a sense of nostalgia as I looked towards the southern skies, Sanosuke-san suddenly got down onto the ground.

Harada: Hei...... yo [basically allez-oop, mais, je ne peux pas penser à un équivalent].

(he lies down)

Chizuru: Sa-Sanosuke-san? What are you doing?

Harada: Ah, this is more comfortable than I thought. You should try lying down too.

Chizuru: Ex-Excuse me then......

As I boldly lay on the on the ground that was covered in sakura, I could see how the petals accumulated as they fluttered together.

After lying down like Sanosuke-san said, I looked up towards the sky, and couldn't help but exclaim/marvel at this beautiful view.

Chizuru: Wow...... Look, Sanosuke-san. It's like a rain of sakura......

Harada: Although we come here to see the sakura whenever we have time these days... It’s quite refreshing to see them from a different perspective/angle. You get to see what you normally wouldn’t see.

The were sakura that had fallen onto the ground around me, and there were sakura dancing in the sky.

The petals falling from the sky made the sakura feel like snow as they began piling up over me......

The moment I was buried/covered in this snow of sakura, just as I was about to close my eyes, a shadow suddenly fell over me.

Chizuru:!?

(he kisses Chizuru. i think. i clipped the pics for this when vlc was muted on account of recording sound)

Harada: You're too/so defenseless, Chizuru.

Chizuru:......Surprise attacks are unfair.

I hadn’t even realized when he had gotten up.

Sanosuke-san, who was supposed to be lying down next to me, showed a proud expression, as I protested with my stolen lips.

Harada: Didn't I tell you before that I would kiss you if I ever caught you off-guard?

Chizuru: Did you ever say that......?

I tried to remember those words, but I didn't think it mattered anymore.

Sanosuke-san smiled and continued to speak.

Harada: "Well, it's because you look like that, that I want to kiss you/you're showing such an expression makes me want to kiss you. If you don't want that, shouldn't you not be showing me such an adorable expression/shouldn't you stop showing such an adorable expression to me?

Seeing how Sanosuke-san had a childish/mischievous expression, I whispered softly.

Chizuru:......I can't do that/That's impossible.

Harada:......?

Chizuru: Because I want Sanosuke-san to love me even more/more and more.

Ever since I started living with Sanosuke-san, I have probably become more selfish/willful.

As if to embrace the sky and sakura, I laid down and spread my arms.

Harada: If you say something like that, how can I not cherish you even more?

While taking Sanosuke-san into my outstretched arms, I sighed happily.

continued chatting

bring this to an end <-

——A moment later.

After getting off the blanket of sakura, we faced one another again beneath the sakura. [reword later? i can’t figure out to make this less wordy].

Harada: So, what now? Do you want to continue talking/chatting here?

Chizuru: N-No, let's go home now!

I spoke quickly as I desperately tried to hide the redness of my face.

Although I would have loved to continue watching the sakura, I was/felt too embarrassed to now......

While I didn't expect anyone to come here, if someone really did, I wouldn’t be able to go outside/wouldn't dare to leave the house ever again.

Harada: Then, let's/we'll continue this next time.

Chizuru: When will that next time be?

Harada: Hm? If you want, it can be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Chizuru: Yes. Let’s come again before the sakura have completely scattered.

In the days to come, how many times will be able to talk beneath the sakura trees before the sakura fall/scatter...

As I pondered this question, we left this place.

---End---

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki yuugiroku 2 #Hakuoki Game Translation #harada sanosuke #Yukimura Chizuru

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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 3 years

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Jonsa vs Destiel - romantic coding without the complete follow through

This was actually a meta I started back in December. I know by now we all pretty much know that yes, Destiel is a thing, we know it was written with romantic intentions in the end and it was indeed romantically coded, that Dean loved Cas back (”acting choices” among many other examples), and all of it. But back in December, I was still trying to make sense of what we got in that finale, for Destiel, for Dean, for Sam, for Team Free Will 2.0, for common narrative sense -- all of it. So when I started comparing GoT to SPN for this post, this came out of it. Because I realized that I had seen this sort of situation of will they or won’t they come up before, only coming to the halfway point and then backing off.

I should note that yes, the Jonsa pairing would be considered one of fictional incest since they are cousins (and were raised as siblings), and while I normally don’t go that route, it was the “rules” set up in-universe, based on medieval history (unfortunately in that regard) and the show made you feel as if you were going to get one (Jonerys - aunt/nephew) or the other (Jonsa - cousins) at one point. They very purposely set up the love triangle in season 8. So I apologize in advance if this makes anyone uncomfortable, from the SPN universe or GoT universe. I am not going the Wincest or Cersei/Jaime route or trying to equate the Destiel dynamics to a fictional incestous one or vice versa. It was just about the coding and how the stories were presented for these two relationships in the narrative.

Just a heads up, this is long and very wordy. My format will likely get messed up (thanks Tumblr, you just can’t let me have my sub bullet points, can you?) once it posts and I’m sure I forgot a lot of things and it might feel somewhat incomplete but I failed to make any progress on it in the last month so I just figured I’d throw it out into the void as is and get it out of my drafts.

Spoilers for SPN & GoT below the cut:

When I work on video projects, I tend to take notes while going through scenes so I know which ones to go back to later on, on what to align together, especially when trying to work on symmetry for reasons, and we all know by now how much of a ho I am for symmetry so alas, this was born:

So I’m back on my Jonsa and my Destiel bullshit, yes you read that right, Jonsa and Destiel. I’m currently working on something that involves these two and I literally went through so much footage these past few weeks, my brain is riddled with useless GoT and SPN facts now lol.

You may not care for Jonsa because you never saw the potential or it’s incest (it’s GoT, enough said) or you may not care for Destiel because you never saw the potential or it’s considered to be two dudebros that one of them started out being canonically written straight, or you just don’t care for either pairing. That’s fine, this post isn’t to prove that these two should have ended up being the endgame for each show. It isn’t to prove that you should have been shipping these two pairings all along and at least a kiss should have happened for each or any other way you want to slice it. And it certainly isn’t to compare incest to romantic love between two men (holy fuck, the implications of that alone…). Suffice it to say, this is NOT that. No, this post is merely to point out the similarities between the two pairings in both shows to prove that they were both coded romantically (for different reasons for each show), that’s it. Viewers who saw it were not crazy, not reading too much into things between both pairings. It was there the whole time. Do with this information what you will.

Pairings that began in fanon:

JONSA

Pairing: Jon x Sansa

Show: Game of Thrones

Actors: Kit Harington & Sophie Turner

Seasons to Watch: 6-8

Imperative Episodes: 6x04, 6x05, 6x09 (Battle Of the Bastards), 6x10 (The Winds Of Winter), 7x01, 7x02, 7x03, 7x04, 7x05, 7x06, 7x07, 8x01, 8x02, 8x04 (The Last Of the Starks), 8x05 (The Bells), 8x06 (The Iron Throne)

Their Story: Jon & Sansa were half-siblings who were raised in House Stark; Jon is Ned’s son, bastard born (until it’s revealed later that he is actually the son of Lyanna Stark, Ned’s sister, and Rhaegar Targaryen), & is liked by all of the Starks except Catelyn & Sansa while growing up; Sansa is the eldest trueborn daughter of Ned & Catelyn, she takes her mother’s view of Jon while growing up; the two are separated as Sansa goes south, Jon goes North; they are reunited again in 6x04 when Sansa runs to Castle Black to escape Ramsay & ask Jon, who is Lord Commander (as far as she knows) for protection; the two then embark on taking back Winterfell, do, Jon is made King in the North while Sansa takes up the mantle of Lady of Winterfell; in the end, Sansa is made Queen In the North while Jon kills Dany to keep his family safe, Jon is exiled to the Night’s Watch for the murder

Symmetries:

Bird Symbolism: Sansa is referred to as Little Bird; Jon is referred to as Lord Crow

Bastard vs Trueborn: Jon starts off as a bastard in the story, but is revealed to be a trueborn son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen & to have a legitimate claim to the Iron Throne, he rejects this & his choice to kill Dany leads him back to the Night’s Watch; Sansa starts off as a trueborn daughter & “key to the North”, she ends up having to pretend to be Petyr’s bastard daughter Alayne Stone in order to stay safe, then she becomes Lady of Winterfell & eventually Queen In the North

Surnames: Snow is the bastard surname of the North; Stone is the bastard surname of the Vale

Of the North: At first neither of them wanted to stay in Winterfell, convinced they both don’t fit in there for different reasons; then neither one of them wanted to stay in King’s Landing; both of them come to regret the desire to leave Winterfell after time; both of them eventually want to stay North/home

Ruling Capacities: both are just and fair rulers who consider the counsel they’re given, do not always rule with an iron fist, and do everything in their power to care for their people. With Jon, this is showcased in his role as Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, and then again as King In the North. With Sansa, this is showcased in her role as Lady of Winterfell, and as Jon’s regent when he goes to Dragonstone. Both also see the potential in each other’s ruling capabilities, and recognize them as good ones. “You’re good at this, you know. Ruling.” (7x01) - Sansa; “Ned Stark’s daughter will speak for them. She’s the best they could ask for.” (8x06) - Jon; they both pass the sentence and swing the sword as Ned taught his sons in the beginning of the series: Jon when executing Janos Slynt & then his murderers; Sansa when passing the sentence on Littlefinger and Arya executes him (being her sword, the framing shows Arya in front of where Sansa sits to reinforce this)

Tropes/Themes Within the Ship:

Bickering

6x07 - argument about how much men they can get for their army

6x09 - argument in tent

7x01 - their dispute over Sansa questioning Jon’s decisions

8x01 - dispute in solar over Jon giving his crown away

Protection/Safety

6x05 - Sansa tells Brienne that Jon will keep her safe - she trusts him to

6x09 - Jon tells Sansa “I will never let him touch you again. I’ll protect you, I promise” - at this point, Sansa says “No one can protect anyone” and leaves, thinking they may definitely lose the next day (even though she knows Littlefinger’s reinforcements are on their way) and how she’s been promised to be protected before and it’s never panned out, frustrated that Jon is not listening to her when she knows Ramsay as well as she does - Jon ends up fulfilling this promise twice before the series ends: 1) allowing her to choose how she wanted to deal with Ramsay & 2) by killing Dany who definitely would have been a threat to her

7x02 - Jon threatens Littlefinger while choking him that if he lays a finger on Sansa he will kill him himself

7x02 - cut scene where Jon leaves Ghost behind to watch over Sansa

8x04 - Sansa tells Tyrion Jon’s secret, breaking her promise to him - this is very controversial since at face value, it looks as if Sansa will do whatever is necessary a la Littlefinger style to prevent Dany from being queen but those who understand Sansa’s character know she did it to protect Jon (it’s a lot harder to kill someone who publicly has the birthright of being king when you’re wanting the kingdom’s support and don’t want to be viewed as a tyrant who murdered their rival claimant in cold blood, pretty hard to get “love” that way and it’s just “more of the same”) which is confirmed in dialogue by Arya in 8x01 to Jon himself “She’s defending our family.” “I’m her family, too.” “Don’t you forget that”

8x06 - Jon ultimately protects Sansa (and the Starks/the North by extension) by choosing to end Dany’s tyranny

8x06 - Sansa shows up to the dragonpit meeting, war braids and all, ready to fight for Jon’s freedom/safety if need be, which she confirms to Grey Worm in dialogue, should he or the Unsullied hurt Jon in any way

Breathlessness

6x09 - both Jon and Sansa are breathless after their argument in the tent - something that is chosen to be shown

7x01 - Jon is breathless after Sansa asks if it would be so terrible if Jon were to listen to her - this is chosen to be shown

8x01 - Jon is more breathless than Sansa after their argument in her solar but again it’s chosen to be shown

Working Together

season 6 - both Jon and Sansa visit the Northern lords to ask for men for an army to take back Winterfell

6x10 - Jon and Sansa sit at the high table when addressing the Northern lords - Sansa sits to the left of Jon and she is the Lady of Winterfell - Jon is named King In the North shortly thereafter

7x01-7x02 - Jon and Sansa ready Winterfell and the North for the battle with the Night King’s army

7x03 - 8x01 - Sansa continues to ready Winterfell and the North in Jon’s absence & as his regent while Jon goes to Dragonstone to broker an alliance with Daenerys and get her armies & dragons north to fight the Night King’s army

8x01-8x02 - Jon and Sansa both continue final preparations since the Wall is now broken & the Night King is on his way; Sansa sits to the right of Jon as Lady of Winterfell at the high table when addressing the Northern lords and Dany’s people

8x04 - Sansa sits to Jon’s right at the high table during the feast as the Lady of Winterfell - her conversation with Tyrion when Dany & Co are leaving confirms Sansa will be left as regent once again (this time for the Warden Of the North) while Jon goes South with their Northern army to assist in capturing King’s Landing

8x06 - Sansa comes to King’s Landing to see Jon freed and to participate in talks of how things will continue politically in Westeros - she secures the freedom of the North and continues to hold Jon’s place for him as their king until it’s decided that his freedom cannot be secured and he will be banished to the Wall as punishment for killing Dany (to protect her & their family as well as the North/the world)

Battle Couple

6x05 - Jon and Sansa plan who to ask for support & men to fight Ramsay and retake Winterfell along with Brienne, Edd and Davos

6x09 - Jon leads their army to fight against Ramsay’s, Sansa brings reinforcements from the Vale through her request to Littlefinger

8x02 - Jon and Sansa are framed together (with Arya as well in some shots) while planning the battle (notice the contrast in 8x04, they are now on different sides and there is tension, Jon is standing next to Dany’s people while Arya stands with Sansa which leads to the tension-filled part of the scene where Arya plants herself in Jon’s way and tells him that they need a word)

Ruling/Power Couple

as they tour the North to ask for men & support, Jon and Sansa are both present when the Wildlings & the Northern lords are being asked signalling to all that they are united in this fight

6x09 - Sansa appears when Jon is beating Ramsay & then asks Jon where Ramsay is being held which we see her visit Ramsay later and it becomes obvious that the dogs have been purposely left near him with the door open so they can get through

6x10 - Sansa sits to Jon’s left after the battle at the high table while addressing the Northern lords; he also looks to Sansa to see her reaction when he is proclaimed King In the North

7x01 - Sansa once again sits to Jon’s left and speaks her mind as Lady of Winterfell, including questioning Jon’s decision to keep the Karstarks and the Umbers in power, in their homes

7x01 - Jon and Sansa argue about her questioning him, the Maester approaches them both to give Jon a scroll that has arrived from Cersei - Jon reads the scroll and both discuss the Night King vs Cersei

7x02 - Jon asks Sansa’s opinion when he receives a scroll from Tyrion inviting him to Dragonstone

7x05 - Jon receives a scroll from Sansa letting him know that Arya and Bran have returned

7x05 - Sansa doesn’t denounce Jon like the Northern lords are openly doing - it angers Arya when Sansa doesn’t threaten the lords for being disloyal to Jon even though Sansa makes a valid point that they need them for the upcoming battle and they need to work together

7x07 - Jon sends Sansa a scroll to let her know that he’s bent the knee to Dany and they both will be arriving at Winterfell soon to fight the Night King’s army

8x01 - Sansa sits to Jon’s right at the high table while addressing the Northern lords, both make decisions for the North before the conversation turns to Jon’s demoted title

8x02 - Sansa & Jon both continue to prepare for the Night King; Sansa chooses for Jaime to stay which Jon echoes, outruling Dany who is forced to go along with this decision since the North is not a fan of hers at this point; Dany sees Sansa ordering for the gates to stay open as long as possible

8x03 - Jon fights the battle and Sansa is sent to the Crypt by Arya to stay safe though she ends up battling the resurrected dead along with Tyrion (why this scene was cut but Dany’s sword scene was kept in I will never understand, why could we not see both women doing what they needed to do? Men, I tell you, men writers writing for women, sigh)

8x04 - Sansa is the Lady of Winterfell the entire episode - at the pyre scene, at the feast, at the battle planning scene, and later when Jon and Dany leave Winterfell; Jon is Warden Of the North the entire episode - at the pyre scene, at the feast, at the battle planning scene, and when he says goodbye to Sam, Gilly, Tormund, and Ghost before leaving to go south

8x05 - Sansa rules as Lady of Winterfell (though she is not shown in this episode) while Jon does his duty as commander of the Northern army and assists Dany’s army in taking King’s Landing before the infamous massacre starts

8x06 - Sansa becomes commander of the Northern army in Jon’s absence (implied in the dragon pit scene) and she defends Jon’s decision to kill Dany, attempts to secure his freedom, and when she can’t, eventually secures the North’s independence; the goodbye scene between the Starks before Jon leaves for the Wall, it’s confirmed in dialogue that Sansa tried to get him his crown back but wasn’t able to, Jon supports her taking that crown instead with “Ned Stark’s daughter will speak for them. She’s the best they could ask for”

from season 7 to season 8 - on Jon’s clothing and on Sansa’s (including her crown from 8x06) - there are always two wolves present - it symbolizes the pack but also two wolves ruling the head of that pack (Robb also had this when he had Catelyn [another Stark] by his side as well as Talisa - outside of Dany’s presence, there is never a third party present in Jon and Sansa’s dynamic except Davos)

Family

6x04 - they are the first Starks to reunite on screen since the big separation since season 1 and the Red Wedding

8x06 - Jon chooses the Starks (specifically Sansa since Bran and Arya weren’t the ones that clashed with Dany) over Dany

Impact/Effect

Jon becomes King In the North by his own merits, but ultimately Sansa’s actions and support helped him get there

Sansa is able to go back home to Winterfell and never fear Ramsay again because of hers and Jon’s actions that led to their victory

Jon is heavily supported by Sansa, despite any questioning of his decisions that she does in 7x01, in dialogue, to his face and in his absence - this support continues into season 8 and up to the finale (even though she disagrees with his choice of queen and him giving up his crown)

Sansa is able to remain safe in Winterfell and secure the North’s independence thanks to hers and Jon’s actions - she is also then crowned Queen In the North

Can’t Be Without the Other/Feeling the Absence

6x04 - when Sansa asks where Jon will go, he says “Where will we go? If I don’t watch over you, Father’s ghost will come back and murder me” to which Sansa replies “Where will we go?” solidifying that they are now a unit

6x09 - Jon tells Melisandre not to bring him back should he fall during the Battle of the Bastards (a lot of people speculate this is Jon wanting to die if Sansa is not alive, after she inferred she would never go back to Ramsay alive in the tent scene - I agree & disagree here, I think it is in relation to Sansa but in the fact that if he dies and then comes back, should Sansa have killed herself like she implied, he wouldn’t have anyone left from his family, and he failed her, the purpose she gave him would be gone since Rickon would most likely be dead too, and their army failed so Winterfell is still in Ramsay’s hands so yes it is due to what Sansa said and Sansa herself but I don’t think it’s meant to be read romantically there in that moment, not really)

7x02 - Jon departs for Dragonstone (there is a cut scene where Jon actually left Ghost behind to look after Sansa & tells him so) & they have a similar goodbye to Jaime and Brienne in season 6 (who later become canon in 8x04) - we see Littlefinger realize something after Jon chokes him and threatens him not to touch Sansa, while watching Jon leave & then watching Sansa staring after Jon (in the background a wolf’s howl is heard)

7x03 - Jon realizes Sansa was right about him not going to Dragonstone alone after his initial meeting with Dany & quotes Sansa’s words to Tyrion - he realizes he should have listened to her

7x03 - Sansa tells Bran that she hopes Jon will come back soon

7x04 - Sansa tells Arya that Jon will be happy to see her and hopes he comes back soon

8x01 - Jon is clearly happy to see Sansa and vice versa until Dany is introduced & it’s revealed by Bran that the Night King has Viserion and the Wall has fallen

Gives Purpose

6x04 - Jon is about to leave the Wall, intent on getting away from the North - he has given up on his fight with the Night King after what happened to him and having to execute his own murderers, he is arguing with Edd about it who is trying to make Jon realize he can’t leave, that they still have a fight ahead of them - at this moment, Sansa arrives and they are reunited - Sansa wants to take back Winterfell but Jon is resistant at first, he’s “tired of fighting” to which Sansa says she’ll do it herself if she has to - when Ramsay’s scroll arrives announcing he has Rickon, Sansa gives him the push he needs to decide to try and amass an army to take Rickon and Winterfell back

6x10 - Jon is proclaimed King In the North and he looks to Sansa who smiles up at him before looking back to the Northern lords

7x01 - Jon is annoyed when Sansa questions his decision in front of the Northern lords - during their argument, Sansa compliments him and tells him that he’s good at ruling - he is caught off guard and shyly disagrees before looking back to her to see if she means it

7x02 - Jon leaves Sansa in charge as his regent when he departs for Dragonstone - Sansa is hesitant and appears worried, looking over at Littlefinger, but at Jon’s reassuring nod, she accepts

7x03 - 8x01 - Sansa does everything to keep Jon’s men, including dealing with Littlefinger and playing the game until she chooses to keep her family safe from his machinations, and preparing for the Night King’s army & caring for the North

8x06 - Jon makes the decision to kill Dany when she confirms that others won’t have a choice when it comes to her new world - it is heavily implied that this is Sansa by Tyrion and Arya in dialogue, saying that Sansa will never accept Dany as queen & the 8x06 script states “Jon knows what that means for those he loves most” - Jon keeps his promise to Sansa from 6x09 while also doing what needs to be done to protect her, Arya, their family, and the world but ultimately it’s Sansa in his mind that is the final push to do this action

Last Look

7x02 - Jon looks back over his shoulder at Sansa and gives a wave, when she returns it he gives a little smile and leaves

7x02 - Sansa watches Jon until he is out of sight

8x06 - Jon gives a last look to each of his siblings before leaving for the Wall but his second last look is for Sansa alone

8x06 - Sansa watches as Jon departs alongside Arya and Bran

DESTIEL

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Show: Supernatural

Actors: Jensen Ackles & Misha Collins

Seasons to watch: 8-15 (though some do believe this started earlier when Cas appeared & is prevalent in seasons 4-7 just as much & I would agree with season 6 for Cas’ POV)

Imperative Episodes (I’ll include seasons 4-7 in here, too, in case): 4x01, 4x10, 4x16, 5x03, 5x04, 5x22, 6x20, 6x21, 6x22, 7x01, 7x02, 7x17, 7x23, 8x01, 8x02, 8x07, 8x17, 8x22, 8x23, 9x01, 9x03, 9x06, 9x09, 9x10, 9x18, 9x21, 9x22, 9x23, 10x01, 10x03, 10x05, 10x09, 10x14, 10x16, 10x22, 11x03, 11x11, 11x18, 11x23, 12x01, 12x02, 12x03, 12x23, 13x01, 13x02, 13x03, 13x04, 13x05, 13x06, 13x21, 13x22, 13x23, 14x01, 14x03, 14x08, 14x10, 14x13, 14x18, 14x22, 15x01, 15x02, 15x03, 15x06, 15x07, 15x08, 15x09, 15x10, 15x11, 15x13, 15x15, 15x17, 15x18, 15x19 (I’m sure I’ve missed quite a few episodes here, I tried to list the ones I felt showcased their relationship coding [i.e. Dean’s confession in 10x16, Cas isn’t there but this affects their relationship later on in a way] and how it evolved over time & also laid the foundation that kept growing)

Their Story: Dean is a hunter & older brother to Sam Winchester, after making a demon deal to save Sam, Dean is dragged to Hell when his year is up and is tortured/torturing others for a 40 year period until Castiel, an angel of the Lord, saves him and brings him back to life on Earth; they get to know one another as Heaven tries to work with Dean through Cas & other angels; they are able to avert the Apocalypse & Dean goes to live his life while Sam is stuck in Hell with Lucifer; Cas starts working with Crowley to defeat Raphael, lying to the Winchesters and angering/upsetting Dean who reveals that he thinks of Cas as family; ultimately, Cas chooses to continue with Crowley, breaks the wall in Sam’s mind that kept all of Lucifer’s torture of his soul in Hell at bay, and he eventually sucks up all of the souls in Purgatory and becomes God; the Leviathan take over, kill Cas, and Sam & Dean have to figure out how to stop them; Dean accidentally finds Cas again, who has no memory of who he is, and they go to save Sam; Cas takes on Sam’s torture & stays at the hospital ward with Meg to watch over him while Dean & Sam continue to try to defeat the Leviathan; Cas joins the fight and they win, but Dean & Cas are blasted into Purgatory; Dean is able to get out while Cas stays; after a while, Dean sees Cas in certain places & then Cas is there, not knowing how he got out of Purgatory; he begins hunting on and off with the Winchesters, is mind controlled by Naomi which he eventually breaks, and continues to be a part of Team Free Will, on and off (he even has a stint as a human during season 9), until he dies at the hands of Lucifer in season 12; The Empty sends Cas back and he, Dean, and Sam continue to fight & simultaneously try to raise Jack, a nephilim, who was entrusted to Cas by Jack’s mother, Kelly, before her death; eventually, Cas makes a deal with The Empty to save Jack which comes to fruition in order to save Dean but not before Cas confesses he loves Dean, to which Dean has no time to respond or to reciprocate/or not reciprocate; it’s intimated at the end that Cas has escaped the Empty with Jack’s help to assist in rebuilding Heaven which Dean is now in, having died by a rusty nail to the back by some random vampmime

Symmetries:

Fathers: both have absent fathers (John is around per se but he is not Father Of the Year, similar to Chuck when Chuck finally does show)

Soldiers: both have been fashioned to be soldiers by their fathers

Self-Worth: both have self-worth issues thanks to said fathers

Failure: sub-theme under this topic - they both keep trying despite their many failures; they both take their failures very hard

Means To An End: both do whatever is necessary to get the job done - the means justify the ends (except when they don’t)

Faith: Cas is heavily related to the theme of faith for Dean - this has not only been confirmed in dialogue between Cas and Dean but also is implied in how Dean seems to lose faith when Cas is gone, but it’s restored when Cas is back; Dean is heavily related to Cas’ faith in humanity which has been confirmed in dialogue between Cas and Dean, also implied in Cas choosing to rebel/fall & his desire to help people/save the world afterwards, by contrast, Cas doesn’t lose his faith when Dean is not around but Dean is the reason he changed, which is confirmed in 15x18 in dialogue

Weaponry/Solider Symbolism: Dean is the sword of Michael & Cas is the shield of God

Free Will: this theme is applied to other characters as well & in the main story for the Winchesters but Dean & Castiel strongly want free will; Cas has broken from the narrative consistently “But not you, not the angel off the line with a crack in his chassis” (15x17), has rebelled against Heaven, made his own choices, and by the end of the series, he is no longer blindly obeying orders given by Heaven; Dean consistently wants free will and wants freedom from the choices that have been made already for him & everyone else (Season 5, trying to break from the Lucifer vs Michael narrative; Season 15 wanting freedom from Chuck) “I can’t live like that, man” (15x17)

Tropes/Themes Within the Ship:

Bickering

12x10 - perfect depiction of married couple bickering - Dean is upset with Cas for killing Billie in the previous episode and breaking the deal he and Sam had with her, Cas is upset with Dean for being upset when he saved them - later Dean reveals he’s just worried about the “cosmic consequences”

13x14 - Cas is awaiting Gog and Magog to appear which is taking a bit, which Dean questions - once they do appear, Cas keeps trying to get Dean focused (who thinks it’s hilarious that they’re wearing loincloths) and ready for battle

13x16 - Dean acts as Scooby near the end of the episode and Cas reminds him “you’re not a talking dog”

15x13 - Dean is annoyed that Cas had Jack kill him temporarily to go to The Empty to talk to Ruby - “you’re an idiot, by the way” & then the ensuing glare - “Am I still an idiot?” & the glare “Well, yeah” then the head tilt

15x15 - Dean suggests Cas should take Jack on a murder investigation in order to keep both of them busy, Cas looks to Sam hoping for a voice of reason but Sam agrees and Dean gives Cas a smug smile

Protection/Safety

4x01 - Cas confirms to Dean that he is the angel who “gripped you tight and raised you from perdition”, that he led an incursion of angels and rescued Dean from Hell at God’s command

4x16 - Dean saves Cas from Alistair

6x01 - Cas confirms in dialogue to Sam that he and Dean “do share a more profound bond”

6x20 - Cas confirms in dialogue that he still considers himself a guardian for the Winchesters

9x06 - Dean rushes in to save Cas from Ephraim

9x22 - Cas refuses to kill Dean and gives up his angel army

9x23 - “You draped yourself in the flag of Heaven but it was ultimately to save one human, right?”

12x10 - Dean is defensive on Cas’ behalf when he sees Ishim’s treatment of Cas, despite their own dispute

12x12 - Dean, Sam, and Mary fight to protect a dying Cas from Ramiel

12x23 - Cas moves past Sam and Dean to confront Lucifer, Dean attempts to move towards him, yelling out his name, but is pushed by Sam back through the rift

Dean and Cas consistently protect each other while in battle (i.e. Cas saving Dean from a demon in 6x20, Cas pushing Dean back in 7x23 when facing off with Dick Roman, Dean pushing Cas back in 15x18 when facing off with Billie)

“I’ll go with you”

“I’ll watch over you”

Cas consistently heals Dean throughout the series, even when Cas is upset with Dean as long as Dean allows it (15x08)

Breathlessness

14x03 - Cas is breathless seeing Dean again when they are reunited, Dean appears to be a tiny bit breathless once Cas is front and center but after he nods, he recovers quickly

15x07 - Dean and Cas are both breathless when seeing each other again - this is chosen to be shown

15x09 - Dean is slightly breathless when seeing Cas is safe near the rift

Working Together

4x22 - Cas helps Dean escape so he can go stop Sam from letting Lucifer free

5x22 - Cas gets Dean his five minutes to attempt to reach Sam by setting Michael on fire with holy fire

7x23 - Cas and Dean locate Dick Roman, take him on, and kill him which causes them to be blasted into Purgatory

8x07 - Cas and Dean go in to rescue Kevin together until Cas goes ahead at Dean’s annoyance

8x22 - Cas and Dean work together to get Cupid’s bow

9x06 - Cas and Dean hunt together but once they find out what they’re hunting, Dean sends Cas off to go on his date

9x10 - Dean and Cas take Crowley on a road trip to try to find Gadreel/Sam

Battle Couple

5x04 - most likely knowing he was going to die, Cas goes with Dean and their group to follow Dean’s plan

7x23 - Dean and Cas both fight Dick Roman

8x02 - Dean and Cas taken on Leviathan together when they are attacked near the portal

11x10 - Dean and Cas are magicked into the cage Lucifer and Sam are in by the former - they attempt to battle Lucifer to stall him in order for Rowena to complete her spell to put Lucifer back in the real cage

13x14 - Cas and Dean fight Gog and Magog together

15x18 - Dean and Cas fight Billie

Family

6x20 - Dean tells Cas he thinks of him as family which surprises Cas

6x21 - Cas confirms he also thinks of Dean as family

11x18 - Dean tells Sam that Cas is family

11x23 - Dean tells Cas that he is his and Sam’s brother and he is their best friend

from season 13 to 15, Cas and Dean co-parent Jack (along with Sam)

14x13 - in this episode where Dean tells John “I have a family”, Dean and Sam tell John about Cas and Jack

14x18 - Cas admits he made a mistake in not telling Dean and Sam about Jack’s soullessness “But we were a family, and I didn't want to lose that, so I thought I could... fix it on my own”

15x17 - Dean tells Sam that Cas is family and Jack is not Cas

15x18 - Dean apologizes to Cas for getting them in the pickle where they both might die by Billie’s hand “Sam and Jack. We should be with them now”

Impact/Effect

Dean changes Cas, shows him what’s worth fighting for, he is the catalyst for Cas’ rebelling and falling (we see how Cas would have been without Dean’s influence in 14x13 in the altered timeline scene)

Cas helps Dean to see that he is a good person and does things for the right reasons by the end of the series, he is the catalyst for Dean’s self-acceptance and for Dean’s decision not to kill Chuck & Dean choosing to live his life in 15x20

Dean seems to lose faith/give up when Cas is gone (as shown in 13x01-13x05 & 15x09)

Cas is Colette in Dean’s MOC arc (Cain states this in dialogue to Dean himself in 10x14) and asks Dean to “stop” in 10x22 - Dean ends up beating Cas up but stops short at killing him, warning him to keep himself & Sam away from him - later on in 11x03 Dean refuses to let Cas heal him saying he “had it coming” and is clearly doing penance for him beating Cas up in 10x22

Can’t Be Without the Other/Feeling the Absence

in season 7, after Cas’ death in 7x02, his loss obviously is affecting Dean and then is compounded by Bobby’s death

in season 8, Dean is affected by Cas’ absence and his feeling of failure at getting Cas out of Purgatory, which we find out in 8x07 is how Dean needed to remember it, that Cas always planned to stay

in season 9, Dean struggles with what’s happening to Sam and what is happening with Ezekiel/Gadreel - he has to tell a vulnerable and human Cas to leave in 9x03 - he is desperate to reconnect with Cas in 9x06 but then leaves him to live his life in peace which only lasts until 9x09

9x23 - Cas’ reaction to the news of Dean’s death

10x01 - Cas’ “I miss him” when talking to Sam about Dean who is on a summer bromance roadtrip with Crowley as a demon

in season 11, it’s shown that Dean is affected by Cas’ absence since Lucifer has possessed Cas

12x12 - Dean’s lower lip wobble when Cas tells Dean that he’s dying - Dean’s helplessness as Cas gets worse after they destroy Ramiel

13x01-13x05 - Dean is heavily affected by Cas’ death and it impacts his interactions with Jack and Sam; his mood only turns around once Cas returns at the end of 13x05, which Sam notes in dialogue in 13x06

13x19 - Dean tells Cas “don’t get dead again” when Cas decides to go to Heaven to ask around and Dean says it in a tone that means business

13x23 - Cas is affected by Dean choosing to say yes to Alternate!Michael in order to save Sam and Jack, and then Altternate!Michael going back on their deal and possessing Dean fully, flying off

14x01-14x03 - Cas is attempting to help locate Dean and wants to go when they do locate him but can’t since Alternate!Michael would sense him, he tells Dean this in 14x03 when they reunite; Cas is affected by the conversation he has with Jack about Dean (before Dean comes back) about if Dean’s death was necessary to ensure the destruction of Alternate!Michael, then it was necessary and Dean would want it himself

14x12 - Cas is affected by Dean’s Ma’lak box plan & attempts to talk him out of it and see reason

14x18-15x03 - Mary’s accidental death at Jack’s hands (and Belphagor’s appearance from 15x01 to 15x03) causes a growing chasm/separation between the two - both feel the effects (i.e. Sam prevents Cas from going over to Dean during Mary’s hunter funeral, Dean tells Cas that if something happened to Mary then he was dead to him, the argument they have at the end of 15x03)

15x04-15x06 - Cas’ absence is affecting Dean and we also see how the separation is affecting Cas in 15x06

15x07-15x08 - Cas returns and while they are still not getting along, Dean’s temperament improves enough that he discusses Eileen with Sam and gives his approval/blessing; he and Cas while only speaking when needed, do work together to figure out a way to defeat Chuck

15x09 - in the future after they defeat Chuck, shown in a vision, Dean has given up after having to bury Cas in a Ma’lak box due to him taking the MOC to beat Chuck, which he confirms in dialogue to Sam

15x09 - this separation/fracture in Cas and Dean’s relationship is reconciled/healing with Dean and Cas’ trip to Purgatory and Dean’s prayer/confession

15x13 - Dean is lashing out and fearful when he finds out Cas is temporarily dead and demands Jack bring him back, when he returns Dean gives him crap and a glare which Cas ends up returning a bit after he reveals he got the location for the occultem from Ruby

15x17 - Dean has a fearful expression when Sam mentions that Eileen would die again if Billie becomes God and looks back at Cas who looks up at him

15x18 - Dean loses Cas and it’s shown that this devastates him in the ending scene, with him sobbing on the floor while ignoring Sam’s call

15x19 - Cas’ death affects Dean and we see him heavily drinking once again, going through the motions when he meets up with Sam and Jack in the beginning of the episode - he demands Chuck to bring Cas back - he rushes up the bunker steps when he thinks Cas is on the other side of the door

Last Look

6x20 - Dean looks back at Cas one last time before running out of the cabin to follow Sam and Bobby

7x01 - Cas looks back at Dean one last time before the souls are sucked back into Purgatory from his body

9x06 - Cas lowers his head to look at Dean in the car and holds a hand up in a wave which Dean returns before turning to go inside the Gas-n-Sip

12x09 - when Sam says “it’s time” to Dean once the car dies, Dean looks over to Cas who is not looking in his direction, Dean’s eyes stay trained on him until Cas does look at Dean, confused at what’s happening, and then Dean looks away, looking guilty for what’s about to happen

12x23 - after Lucifer kills Cas and Mary is knocked into Apocalypse World with Lucifer, Dean’s eyes stay on Cas’ body and he falls to his knees

13x01 - Dean lifts the sheet to look at Cas’ face one last time before prepping Cas’ body for the pyre

15x03 - Dean looks up one more time, his expression softening slightly, as Cas leaves the bunker after their argument

15x18 - Cas looks at Dean one last time and smiles before looking towards The Empty

15x18 - Dean watches as The Empty takes Cas

They then became canon but only one-sided:

JONSA

Script Confirmation: It is confirmed in the 8x06 script that Sansa loves Jon & Jon knows it

Implications in the story/visually: It is implicit in the 8x01 solar scene between Jon & Sansa, the 8x02 scene between Dany & Sansa, the 8x04 feast scene when Sansa sees Dany & Jon smiling at one another, & then Sansa’s conversation with Tyrion in 8x04 after seeing Dany flying off -- Sansa is in love with Jon

“Did you bend the knee to save the North or because you love her?” - 8x01 (Sansa to Jon)

“Yet, I can’t help but feel that we’re at odds with one another. Why is that? Your brother.” “He loves you, you know that.” “That bothers you.” - 8x02 (Dany to Sansa)

“Why her?” “You know she loves your brother.” “That doesn’t mean she’ll be a good queen.” “You seem determined to dislike her.” - 8x04 (Sansa to Tyrion)

“I don’t want Jon to go down there. The men of my family don’t do well in the Capital.” “No, but as your brother once told me, he’s not a Stark.” (see Sansa’s expression & then Tyrion’s expressions here) “Are you alright?” - 8x04 (Sansa to Tyrion)

Reason it became canon (through Sansa): Sansa’s feelings for Jon were used as a plot device, to justify her instant dislike of Dany (besides her viewing who Dany truly is) & to play into Dany’s paranoia when she finally “snapped” due to Sansa telling Tyrion the truth about Jon’s parentage which then resulted in Varys’ execution (it wasn’t the only factor in Dany’s decision to burn down King’s Landing, but it was one of the main ones & it also then resulted in Jon’s decision to kill Dany, again not the only factor there either but one of the main ones)

DESTIEL

Script Confirmation: It is confirmed by the actor (Misha Collins) & the 15x18 script that Cas loves Dean & the confession is written with romantic intent

Dialogue Confirmation: It is confirmed in the 15x18 confession scene dialogue that Cas loves Dean & Dean is now aware after Cas is taken by The Empty (though the confession is never referred to again for the rest of the series, by Dean himself or by any other characters)

Implications in the story/visually: It is implicit in various scenes from season 8 through season 15 that Cas is in love with Dean, before being confirmed in 15x18

“You have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you.” - 6x17 (Balthazar to Dean)

“She knew who I was. What I was. She loved me unconditionally. She forgave me. She only asked for one thing.” 9x11 (Cain to Dean and Crowley)

“To stop.” 9x11 (Crowley to Dean and Cain)

“He’s in love...with humanity.” - 9x22 (Metatron to Gadreel)

“Cas, you just gave up an entire army for one guy.” - 9x22 (Dean to Cas)

“Has it ever occurred to you? Have you never mused upon the fact that you are living my life in reverse.” “First, first you'd kill Crowley -- there'd be some strange mixed feelings on that one, but you'd have your reason, get it done, no remorse. And then you'd kill the angel Castiel, now that one, that I suspect would hurt something awful.“ - 10x14 (Cain to Dean)

“Dean, stop.” 10x22 (Cas to Dean)

“I’m going to cure you of your human weakness. The same way I cured my own.” - 12x12 (Ishim to Cas)

Reason it became canon (through Cas): story wise, Cas had to give himself permission to be happy in order to summon The Empty and he needed to do that in 15x18 to save Dean from Billie (Death); behind the scenes wise, Misha Collins and Robert Berens fought for this to happen (this has not been confirmed by either party but it has been heavily implied that this is part of the reason they decided to include the romantic “I love you” in this scene) which then confirmed the story they have been telling for Cas for years though Misha did say he was unsure as to which actual point he was supposed to be playing Cas as in love with Dean (there are many different speculations on different time frames, but the strongest ones point to season 8 and/or season 9)

Symmetries between both pairings (showing they were both coded romantically/similarly though being two different shows/genres/stories):

Characters Themselves:

JON

Self-worth: Jon has self-worth issues stemming from childhood/Catelyn/being a bastard

Example: 8x04 - “I hope it’s a girl” when Gilly & Sam say they want to name their baby after Jon

Desires: to be a Stark in name, a family, a lady wife, to be home in the North

Unrealized wants though they are explicitly stated/shown/question is posed (that maybe they don’t think they deserve):

Family

this is confirmed in the scene in 7x06 where Jon attempts to give Longclaw to Jorah, but Jorah tells him to keep it for his children, Jon thinks it over & the Stark theme plays in the background

Jon’s reaction to Gilly’s pregnancy news in 8x04

Stark Name

Jon refuses to be legitimized as Jon Stark and take Winterfell when Stannis offers it in season 5

Jon tells Sansa that he’s not a Stark in 6x10 to which she replies “You are to me”

Tyrion confirms in 8x04 that Jon has told him that he’s not a Stark which makes Sansa upset

Whatever it takes: Jon will do what it takes to protect his family

Example: 8x06 - he kills Dany to protect the Starks (namely Sansa and Arya since Tyrion reminds him that Sansa won’t bow down to Dany & Dany confirms that people who disagree with her world won’t have a choice)

Warrior vs Killer: Jon is a warrior who yearns for peace, he is not a killer

Example: 7x03 - Dany tells Jon: “We all enjoy what we’re good at.” Jon says: “I don’t.”

Exhaustion: Jon is tired as his story line progresses “I’m tired of fighting” (6x04)

Leadership: Jon does experience time in a ruling/leadership capacity, but he is more comfortable outside of it - however, he has also proven to have military strategic thinking in battle (as shown in 6x09 and 8x02)

Ending: open-ended, goes Beyond the Wall with the Wildlings after being banished back to the Wall for killing Dany - Kit was happy with Jon’s ending in 8x06

SANSA

Self-Worth: self-worth was not an issue for Sansa while growing up, she was loved and treated very well - however, as she is consistently abused and mistreated as the show continues past Ned’s execution, while she never forgets who she is, she thinks she will never experience love (or experience it in marriage) and that she is only the Key to the North (politically, she is) and that is all she is good for

Desires: to be home in the North (at Winterfell specifically), to have her family back & then staying around her when some of them do return, to be safe

Unrealized wants though they are explicitly stated/shown/question is posed (that maybe they don’t think they deserve):

We don’t know, it could be to have her family safely back in Winterfell, for Jon to remain King In the North, Jon himself, to remain safe in Winterfell herself, we just don’t know since this remains unanswered in the narrative - Littlefinger says to Sansa in 7x01: “Why aren’t you happy? What is it that you want that you do not have?” - we never get an explicit answer to this question though it is posed

Whatever it takes: Sansa will do what it takes to protect her family

Example: 7x07 - after a ruse she concocted to uncover Littlefinger’s plan and his attempt to meddle between Sansa and her siblings, she has him executed with witnesses present to hear the evidence she presents

Example: 8x04 - she tells Tyrion about Jon’s parentage in order to protect him from Dany once she discovers that Tyrion is afraid of Dany

Example: 8x06 - Sansa reminds Grey Worm that the Northern army is outside the city gates, ready to roll should he or the Unsullied hurt Jon in any way

Warrior vs Killer: While Sansa is not a warrior in the traditional sense, we only her wield a weapon once and in a survival situation, she does fight battles of her own. For survival, for protecting her family, and politically. She uses strategy and her words to fight them rather than weapons but that doesn’t make her any less of a warrior or negate her strength; while we all saw that little smile of hers while Ramsay is being eaten by his dogs in 6x09 (come on, admit it, you had that little smile, too, if anyone deserved that ending...), she does not enjoy killing, executions, or death in general, she is not a killer

Leadership/Strategy: Sansa shows great capability in strategic thinking in politics and then in a ruling/leadership capacity

Example: 7x03 - Sansa notices that smiths are not lining breastplates with leather like they are supposed to while discussing the amount of food needed with Royce while Littlefinger and the Maester follow

Example: 7x07 - Sansa is able to outmaneuver Littlefinger

Example: 8x01 - in the Great Hall, Sansa mentions her plans that she put into effect once she heard that the Wall had fallen - this is also before the infamous “What do dragons eat, anyway?” line (a lot of people like to focus on this line because this is where the drama starts but the line before it where she mentions she only accounted for the North people to last through winter is often forgotten or seen through the lens of her criticizing Dany or being petty when it actually is a valid point raised - how will they feed everyone? something that would have come up more than once if the timeline of the story was a more realistic one considering how vast the North actually is)

Example: 8x02 - while speaking with Royce in the library, Dany comes in and overhears Sansa telling him to keep the gates open as long as they can in case more people are fleeing to Winterfell

Ending: open-ended, she is crowned Queen In the North and resides at Winterfell - Sophie was happy with Sansa’s ending in 8x06

DEAN

Self-Worth: Dean has self-worth issues stemming from childhood & his conditioning by one selfish John Winchester, not to mention the spousification/parentification that took place

Example: 8x14 - “But I tell you what I do know -- it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me -- that's all I have waiting for me.”

Example: 10x07 - “Now, the truth is... I'm past saving. I know how my story ends. It's at the edge of a blade, or the barrel of a gun.”

Desires: to retire from hunting, to be with his family (meaning TFW 2.0), to experience some peace and/or normalcy

Unrealized wants though they are explicitly stated/shown/question is posed (that maybe they don’t think they deserve):

We don’t know, it could be his ending, it could be a relationship, it could be his own bar, this still remains unanswered - Pam asks Dean in 14x10 “Why do you always want what you can’t have?” we never get an explicit answer to this question though it is posed or even what it is that he wants that he can’t have (textually it’s about Pam always having a boyfriend, but it becomes apparent later in the episode that Pam is not what he really wants and she was only a stand-in for him and his memories inside his head during Alternate!Michael’s possession of him)

Whatever it takes: Dean will do it what it takes to protect his family

Example: 13x23 - Dean consents to Alternate!Michael possessing him in order to save Sam and Jack from Lucifer

Warrior vs Killer: Dean is a warrior who yearns for peace/people to be safe, he is not a killer

Example: 8x04 - he and Sam both decide to give Kate a chance after they view her video even though this means there is a werewolf on the loose out there

Example: 9x12 - Dean eventually sees that Bess and her father are good people and gives Garth his begrudging approval, tells him to be happy

Exhaustion: Dean is tired as his story line progresses “I’m tired, Sam.”

Leadership: Dean does experience time as the lead hunter in the duo with him and Sam in the beginning of the series but is more comfortable not being in a leadership capacity, and is more than happy to let Sam take the reins when it comes to any type of leadership outside of their dynamic - however, he has proven to have strategic thinking when it comes to hunts and in-the-moment battles (as shown in 6x19)

Ending: open-ended (in Heaven), died on a milk run hunt, on a rebar after being pushed into it by a vampmime - no one knows how Jensen feels about Dean’s ending in 15x20 but it is generally surmised that he wasn’t happy with it based on how he said previously that the ending didn’t sit right with him until he spoke to the creator about it, then he said he was excited for fans to see it

CASTIEL

Self-Worth: after rebelling and becoming a semi-permanent fixture in the Winchesters’ lives, Cas questions his self-worth consistently, especially any time he makes mistakes such as his turn as Godstiel in the end of season 6 and beginning of season 7, which then led to the Leviathan getting free; he feels the only value he has is what he can contribute to the fight whether through his powers or through his self-sacrifice (like in season 11 when he lets Lucifer possess him to fight The Darkness)

Desires: to be with his family (meaning TFW 2.0), for a better world, to be with Dean in whatever capacity Dean will have him

Unrealized wants though they are explicitly stated/shown/question is posed (that maybe they don’t think they deserve):

Dean - Cas says to Dean in 15x18: “Because the one thing I want I know I can’t have” - textually, this is implied about Dean and Cas being in love with him since the love confession takes place right after this line but it is never truly explicitly answered

Whatever it takes: Castiel will do what it takes to protect those he loves/his family

Example: 12x09 - Cas kills Billie to protect the Winchesters from the deal Dean and Sam made

Example: 13x14 - stripping Donatello’s mind for the spell needed, Dean does not agree with this & it comes up again in 13x19 and 14x12 (where Dean still insists it wasn’t right & Cas agrees but says it was necessary)

Example: 14x08 - Cas makes a deal with The Empty to save Jack

Warrior vs Killer: Cas is a warrior who yearns to do the right thing, who ends up being compassionate and caring for people in the world, he is not a killer - “I vastly prefer them to angels.”

Leadership/Strategy: Cas is a skilled tactician that has commanded an angelic garrison in battles for Heaven, he has shown great capacity for strategic thinking and fighting battles with his and/or the Winchesters’ enemies

Ending: open-ended (in Heaven), after dying by being dragged to The Empty in 15x18, Bobby confirms in dialogue in 15x20 that Jack has retrieved Cas from The Empty in order to rebuild Heaven - Misha was happy with Cas’ ending in 15x18

Unconfirmed reciprocations:

JONSA

Jon: 8x06 script confirms that Jon knows Sansa loves him but he can’t forgive her for telling his secret which led to what happened with Dany

DESTIEL

Dean: 15x18 script states that Dean “can’t reciprocate” but doesn’t elaborate if this is due to Dean not being able to share those feelings or if he literally cannot respond due to the events happening at the same time as Cas’ confession

Allusions to maybe the other parties did return some semblance of those feelings:

JONSA

Jon:

6x10 - the forehead kiss - Jon’s and then Sansa’s expressions

7x01 - the breathlessness Jon has when Sansa says “Would that be so terrible?” in response “By what? By listening to you?”

7x02 - Jon’s wave goodbye to Sansa before leaving Winterfell

8x01 - Jon’s expression when moving from Bran to hug Sansa

8x01 - Jon’s little smile when Sansa says “No, she’s much prettier” in response to him stating “She’s not her father”

8x01 - Jon’s unnecessary step forward after Sansa says “You know I do” in response to him asking “Do you have any faith in me at all?”

DESTIEL

Dean:

8x07 - Dean’s reaction to Cas getting cleaned up in the hotel room

8x07 - Cas reveals that Dean remembered leaving Cas behind in Purgatory differently than what actually happened - “You needed to remember it differently”

8x08 - Dean’s reaction to Cas’ confession on how he feels he might kill himself if he sees the devastation he caused in Heaven as Godstiel

8x17 - Dean was originally scripted to tell Cas “I love you” as Cas nearly beats him to death but it was changed to “We’re family. We need you. I need you”

8x22 - Dean asks Cas “For what?” when Cas apologizes, then tells Cas to take his apology and shove it, there is heavy tension in this scene until Sam clears his throat uncomfortably and interrupts with a subject change; Cas then goes shopping and gets things he thinks Dean would like including a skin mag and trying to get pie

9x03 - Dean’s reaction to Cas’ death and the touching

9x09 - Dean’s reaction and smile when Cas talks about April (a safe subject for Dean to react to after Cas’ being flirty before that)

9x11 - Cain talks about Colette, confirming that she only asked him one thing which Crowley says “to stop”, in this episode Dean takes the MOC

9x18 - Dean clearly tries to keep the MOC from Cas and keep it under wraps but Cas knows right away something isn’t right with Dean & finds out

10x14 - Cain tells Dean that he’s living Cain’s life in reverse and makes the connection that Cas is representative of Colette in Dean’s own life (this happens after Cain has met Cas as well)

10x16 - Dean confesses to a priest that he’s starting to think that maybe he might be closer to dying than he initially thought and there were “things, people, feelings” that he wants to experience differently than he has before, “maybe even for the first time”

10x22 - Cas asks Dean to “stop” while Dean is in the thrall of the MOC, cementing that Cas is indeed Colette in Dean’s MOC arc

11x03 - Dean’s face touching and holding of Cas once he’s released from Rowena’s spell

11x11 - Mildred mentions Dean’s “pining for somebody else” and reminds him to “follow your heart” - this is also the first episode after Lucifer has taken possession of Cas that we see Dean start to notice something isn’t right with Cas

11x18 - Dean attempts to contact Cas and get him to exercise Lucifer - Lucifer mocks him - Dean fails - Amara shows up and kidnaps Casifer but not before Dean yells for Cas, surprising both Amara and Lucifer

11x23 - Dean is relieved to have Cas back

12x01 - Dean introducing Cas to Mary as Castiel

12x09 - Dean glances over at Cas when Sam says “It’s time” and then looks away when Cas is looking at him confused

12x10 - Dean engaging in the bickering with Cas but then coming to his defense when he sees Ishim mistreating Cas

12x12 - Dean’s lower lip wobble when Cas tells him he’s dying; Dean holding onto Cas’ hand a little longer than necessary once Cas is healed & they help him to his feet

12x23 - Dean needing to be dragged away by Sam as Cas goes to confront Lucifer

12x23 - Dean’s reaction when Cas is killed by Lucifer

13x01 - Dean’s grief over losing Cas, his prepping Cas for burial alone, his reaction to Jack, his prayer to Chuck

13x02 - 13x04 - Dean’s entire reaction to Jack who he is convinced got Cas killed by lying to him and manipulating him, which he confirms to Sam in dialogue

13x05 - Dean is still grieving Cas, and then his reaction to getting the call from Cas that he’s alive, his reaction to seeing Cas

13x06 - Dean’s reaction to Cas being back, his mood turnaround from the previous 5 episodes which Sam remarks to him in dialogue and Dean chalks it up to Cas being back as a win

13x19 - Dean tells Cas if he wants to check in with Heaven then fine but “don’t get dead again” and says it in a tone that means business

14x03 - Dean’s reunion with Sam, Cas, and Jack - once Cas enters frame, Dean’s eyes barely leave him until Dean leaves to get cleaned up

14x12 - Dean’s reaction to Cas’ “So this is goodbye?”

15x03 - Dean’s reaction to Cas leaving

15x07 - Dean being relieved to see Cas while worried about Sam, and his response to Cas’ lack of one

15x08 - their entire dynamic in this episode and their reactions to one another - there is tension when it comes to the two of them but they’re still trying to get the job done regardless, even Rowena picks up on the tension and tells them to make it right

15x08 - Adam looking over at Cas after saying “Since when do we get what we deserve?” and then looking back to Dean

15x09 - Dean’s emotional prayer when he can’t find Cas - then Dean’s relief at seeing Cas near the rift, then his disappointed reaction when Cas tells him he doesn’t have to say what Dean said he wanted to say

15x13 - Dean’s reaction to Cas dying temporarily and his anger after it though it’s fleeting

15x15 - Dean teasing Cas with the mention of Amara and their having a thing and Sam’s expression

15x17 - When Sam mentions that Eileen will die again if Billie takes over as God, Dean looks back at Cas who looks up at him

15x18 - Dean mentions that Billie will kill Cas and then kill him, implying that he will have to watch Cas die again

15x18 - Dean loses Cas to The Empty & he is last seen sobbing on the floor, ignoring Sam’s call

15x19 - Dean demanding that Chuck bring Cas back if he and Sam give Chuck his ending

15x19 - Dean’s rush up the stairs once he receives a call from Cas

15x20 - Dean’s little smile when Bobby tells him “Cas helped” (similar to the smile in 13x06, just saying)

Other Characters Knowing (Even Before the Main Characters Do):

JONSA

Littlefinger

7x02 - his watching Sansa as she watches Jon leaves

7x07 - his mentioning that Dany is beautiful and that both Jon and Dany are unmarried and together they’d be “difficult to defeat”

Dany

8x02 - Dany straight up asks “And that bothers you?” when Sansa mentions that Jon loves Dany

Tyrion

Jon’s reaction to Tyrion mentioning his marriage to Sansa in 7x03 which then prompts Tyrion to say “it was unconsummated”

8x04 - Tyrion noticing Sansa is upset over something, asking “Are you alright?”

8x06 - Tyrion knowing that Jon’s “sisters” are his weak point and when mentioning them didn’t work, he then mentions Sansa specifically and bingo, he got through, Jon’s expression confirms it and sure enough, the throne room scene happens right after this one

Davos

there’s no way this guy didn’t pick up on anything the entire time he traveled with Jon and Sansa in season 6 and was Jon’s advisor in seasons 7 and 8 - his look back and forth between Jon and Sansa in 7x02 speaks loudly to me

Arya (while this isn’t made explicit, I’m willing to bet my girl saw it when she stepped into Jon’s narrative in season 7, after she confronts Sansa and works with her to bring down Littlefinger, my girl is wicked smart after all)

all through season 7, even though it initially becomes a contention point between the two, Arya does see Sansa mention that she hopes Jon will be back soon and that Sansa does defend Jon to the Northern lords, though not in the way Arya would have preferred her to handle it

8x01 - there’s a little smile Arya has when Jon puts his hand on her shoulder and asks where she was before and that he could have used her help with Sansa

Brienne

that knowing smile in 7x02 - this was also for Sansa being in left in charge but they intercut it with Sansa’s worried expression, Jon’s reassuring nod, and Davos’ look between the two

her little smile once Jon and Sansa are reunited and hugging in 8x01

Podrick

his little smile once Jon and Sansa are reunited and hugging in 8x01

DESTIEL

Sam

Sam knows

8x22 - Sam clearing his throat uncomfortably in the middle of Dean and Cas’ argument, changing the subject, then pleads with Dean on Cas’ behalf once he and Dean are alone

12x10 - Sam’s reaction to Cas’ “If I plan to do anything else stupid, I’ll let you know” and walk into the diner, turning to Dean who seems clueless as to him being the reason behind Cas’ snarkiness - then Sam knowing Dean would bust in

13x06 - Sam’s little smile, clearly not buying Dean’s explanation of Cas’ return being a win for his sudden turnaround in mood, and his “Fair enough” as he turns to close the closet

14x03 - Sam’s little smile after the exchange between Dean and Cas upon reuniting until Jack interrupts

15x15 - Sam’s little expression of “really?” when Dean mentions to Cas that he and Amara used to have a thing

Mary

12x01 - Mary’s head tilt as she sees Cas hug Dean enthusiastically when seeing him again

in season 12, Dean tells Mary exactly how long Dean and Sam have been gone

12x12 - Mary is present when Cas says his first “I love you” and then his eyes work their way towards Dean after Sam

Crowley

6x20 - Crowley teases Cas about sneaking off to see Dean with “the stench of that Impala is all over your coat”

10x14 - cut scene where Crowley teases Cas, calling him Dean’s “boyfriend”

Rowena

15x08 - Rowena plays therapist for a minute after sending Sam out of the room and tells Cas and Dean to work it out

Amara

11x18 - Amara is surprised when she hears Dean call Cas’ name

11x21 - Amara lifts her hand over Cas’ heart and is able to connect to Dean regardless of where he is

Lucifer

11x18 - Lucifer taunts Dean, mocking his “Cas!” and telling Dean that Cas prefers staying as he is

11x18 - Lucifer is just as surprised as Amara is when Dean calls Cas’ name

11x22 - Lucifer teases Dean by saying Cas’ wellbeing is his highest concern in the impending battle with Amara, seeing Dean not reacting, Lucifer gives up and tells them not to worry and that Cas is “on board”

15x19 - Lucifer prank calls Dean to get him to open the bunker door so he can be let in (something he has infamously done before to be invited in, appearing as a lost loved one)

Charlie

8x20 - Charlie teases Dean while she tries on clothes “What about Cas? He sounds dreamy”

10x18 - Charlie is very excited to meet Cas

Naomi

8x17 - when Naomi brainwashed Cas, she made him kill hundreds of Deans in Heaven to prepare him to truly kill Dean when the time came

8x17 - Naomi tells Cas “It’s us or them” - Cas chooses them (aka Dean who is in front of him in that moment that he is beating up on)

8x19 - Naomi visits with Dean when looking for Cas and the Angel tablet, she notes the angel-proofing is not sound and that she knows Dean is hoping Cas will return to him and says “I only wish he felt the same” which affects Dean

Balthazar

6x17 - Balthazar says to Dean “You must have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you”

Metatron

9x22 - he tells Gadreel about Cas “his true weakness is revelead. He’s in love...with humanity”

9x23 - Metatron sees Cas’ reaction to being told Dean is dead, after he tells Cas “you draped yourself in the flag of Heaven but it was all really for one human, right?” and then goes on to name Dean Winchester

Ishim

12x10 - Ishim tells Cas that he will cure him of his “human weakness, the same way I cured my own” referencing his love aka obsession with Lily & goes to kill Dean

Benny

8x02 - Benny sees Cas’ jealousy after he says “and this is the crazy aunt I want to take on the road?” he then proceeds to tease Cas until Dean says “You two are killing me” - he also saves Cas from the Leviathan when they attack & it’s confirmed later that this is why Dean keeps his word and helps Benny get out of Purgatory

Eileen

if Sam knows, Eileen definitely knows

15x07 - though there is no explicit confirmation in dialogue or a scene, Eileen knows something is up with Dean after he turns down breakfast & asks Sam if he is okay, which prompts Sam to run after Dean to talk to him

Claire

10x20 - Claire tells Dean to watch out for Cas before she leaves (she doesn’t tell Sam this, only Dean)

The Empty

13x04 - after wracking Cas’ mind for answers as to why he’s awake in The Empty, the entity tells Cas “I know what you hate. I know who you love”

practically everyone from Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, some Alternate worlds, and everything in between (several examples)

Sibling/Other Family Relationships Shown As Contrast:

JONSA

Jon & Arya - this relationship was never romantically coded in the show and the difference is explicit - while Jon & Arya were close growing up, they were merely siblings. Jon & Sansa were not close growing up, the chasm between them being Catelyn’s refusal to accept Jon. Their bond only begins to truly blossom once they are reunited in 6x04 and continue to work together to reclaim Winterfell and then care for the North while preparing for the Night King’s army

Dynamic: Sibling/Family

DESTIEL

Sam & Dean - while the brothers and their relationship is the main heart of the show (as are the characters individually), this is purely a close sibling/family relationship - the brothers do have romantic interests/relationships & friendships outside of their own once they start to grow and evolve out of their toxic co-dependency - the main theme for them is family and this is shown time and time again all throughout the series

Dynamic: Sibling/Family

Sam & Cas - this is a friendship that evolves into a brotherhood and family bond - the show makes sure to display the difference in Sam’s reactions to Cas, Cas’ actions, and Cas’ death to Dean’s repeatedly - Sam is meant to be the observer (along with the audience) as the relationship between Dean and Cas evolve (especially in later seasons), why else would they continue to show us Sam’s reactions or have Sam attempt to play the peacemaker role between Dean and Cas or have him be the third wheel? Sam’s friendship with Cas is the main one he has near the end of the series outside of his relationship with their found family and he co-parents Jack with Cas and Dean

Dynamic: Sibling/Family, Friendship

Other romantic/romantic-coded relationships/friendships shown as contrast:

JONSA

Jonerys - not only is the contrast between Sansa and Daenerys as rulers/queens shown in the last season but also how they fit into Jon’s life and as relationship material, essentially showcasing both sides of Jon himself in a way (Stark vs Targaryen - which as a plot device I absolutely hate, as if these two strong women didn’t have their own merits but that’s what happens when only men write for women and think it’s a fun time for all if misogyny and sterotypical jealousy and love triangulation are cool tools to use in the story, my God don’t even get me started), and this is also shown romantically - Jonerys became the main canon pairing of season 8 (after going canon in 7x07 with boatsex) - we all know how it ends (with Jon being forced to kill Dany to keep those he loves most [8x06 script] safe) but ultimately Jonerys also showed contrast to Jonsa who had been making very specific callbacks to the pairing of Ned and Catelyn visually as well as within the narrative

DESTIEL

Amara/Dean - this is a bond forced onto Dean once he is rid of the MOC and Amara is released - it’s one he feels but doesn’t want, as he confirms in dialogue later in season 11 - this bond was introduced this season to contrast the bond he has with Cas which Dean ends up choosing Cas in the end so to speak, his worry for Cas is able to break through his attraction/bond to Amara as showcased in 11x18

Crowley/Dean - the summer fling when Dean becomes Deanmon - it’s heavily implied that this is a brief summer bromance that burns out just as fast as it began once Dean is on the dark side - this relationship is also paralleled to the relationship between Cain and Abbadon in season 9 and 10 (where Cain makes that connection himself in dialogue to Dean in 10x14, the same episode where there was a cut scene of Cas intimating that Crowley has feelings for Dean)

Benny/Dean - the bromance of season 8 for Dean that formed in Purgatory while looking for Cas and the portal - once Dean finds Cas, his relationship with Benny doesn’t immediately dissolve, but Cas becomes the clear focus, until Dean and Benny leave Purgatory - their relationship continues until Dean is forced to ask Benny to go to Purgatory to rescue Sam and has to kill him himself once Benny accepts, where Benny decides to stay and tells Sam to tell Dean goodbye for him - this bromance was meant to parallel Dean’s bromance with Cas as well as Sam’s romantic relationship with Amelia

Other Similarities:

Both pairings have the dynamic of one half willing to speak bluntly/truthfully and/or confront/stand up to the other half & vice versa

JONSA

Sansa questions Jon’s decision in 7x01 & tells him later that he needs to be smarter than “Father, you have to be smarter than Robb”

In 8x01 Jon straight up tells Sansa that they need Dany as an ally for the upcoming battle with the Night King when she confronts him over bending the knee to Dany

DESTIEL

Cas doesn’t back down when Dean is angry with him in 8x07 and straight up tells him that had Cas died it would have been his problem and that not everything is Dean’s responsibility; Cas confronts Dean in 10x22 about the MOC starting to take control of Dean which ends with Dean nearly killing him but even then he doesn’t stop trying to get through to him before Dean stabs the book by his head

Dean tells Cas he needs to do the right thing in 4x22; Dean asks Cas to stop working with Crowley in 6x20 and tells Cas if he doesn’t, he’ll do what he has to in order to stop him

Both pairings, regardless of how upset they may be with one another, always have each other’s backs

JONSA

Jon tells Dany “she doesn’t know you” then tries to placate Dany with “if it makes you feel any better, she didn’t like me much either when we were growing up” when she tells him that Sansa doesn’t like her in 8x01

Sansa defends Jon to the Northern lords when they complain about Jon in 7x05; she continues to prepare for the Night King’s army (7x03-8x01) and does whatever she has to in order to keep the men for Jon’s army (including the KotV, even after choosing to execute Littlefinger in 7x07)

DESTIEL

Dean stands up for Cas in 12x10 when he sees Ishim mistreating Cas and asks why Cas allows Ishim to treat him like that (this is after Dean and Cas have been bickering and not getting along); Dean tells Ishim “Cas and I might not agree all the time but he knows who his real friends are”; Dean warns Cas about Chuck being back in 15x06 though they’re not really talking at that point & tells him to “check your damn messages” after he mentions Sam has been trying to call Cas

Cas protects Dean in 15x09 in Purgatory by allowing the Leviathan to take him back to Eve after they knock Dean out (this is after their discussion where Cas makes it clear that he already apologized to Dean but he refused to hear it and Dean didn’t stop him when he left); Cas heals Dean’s hand in 15x08 though they still aren’t getting along & Cas’ grace is failing

Parallels:

In Show/Overt:

JONSA

Ned/Catelyn

Ned choking Littlefinger in season 1 -> Jon choking Littlefinger in 7x02

Framing/second coming of Ned & Catelyn

Jon/Daenerys

hands shot in 6x05 -> hands shot in 7x06

Framing of both pairings

Jaime/Brienne

Jaime and Brienne’s wave goodbye in season 6 -> Jon and Sansa’s wave goodbye in 7x02

DESTIEL

Sam/Eileen

biggest parallel yet for this pairing - both were heavily paralleled in season 15

Sam loses Eileen in 15x18 -> Dean loses Cas in 15x18

Sam assures Eileen that they are real in 15x09 -> Cas assures Dean that they are real in 15x02

Framing of both pairings

15x07 becomes a somewhat Cas & Eileen centric-episode while Dean deals with Lee and Sam is out cold

15x17 when Sam mentions losing Eileen Dean looks back at Cas

Dean/Amara

Dean has a bond with both Cas and Amara - these two bonds are heavily paralleled all throughout season 11 - Dean makes it clear in the end that the bond with Amara is not one he wants and it’s evident that he is more concerned about Cas than what happens to Amara

Amara has the MOC on her chest over her heart which has been transferred from Dean’s right arm -> though Cas’ handprint is no longer visible on Dean’s left shoulder, it’s still there and when Casifer grabs the wrong shoulder in 11x11

Dean/Crowley

Dean on the dark side (as a demon) has a summer fling with Crowley from 10x01-10x02 -> cut scene from 10x14, Cas and Crowley tease each other about being Dean’s “boyfriend”

Crowley reminisces while looking at a picture of him and Dean in cowboy hats in 10x02 -> Dean and Cas are in cowboy hats in 13x06 & in 15x15 Cas uses a picture of him in the same cowboy hat to summon a crossroads demon that he clearly didn’t take himself

Cain/Colette

Cain tells Dean and Crowley that Colette only asked one thing of him, “to stop” in 9x11 -> Cas asks Dean to “stop” in 10x22

Cas tells Dean he’ll watch over him as he sleeps in 8x08 -> Cain tells Colette that he knows she watches over him still in 9x11

Crowley makes a deal with Cas in 6x20 that then leads to a chasm in Dean and Cas’ relationship & Cas’ eventual death -> Abbadon possesses Colette in 9x11 which ends up making Cain kill Colette

Sam/Jessica

Sam is pushed out of the room by Dean when Jessica dies, screaming her name in 1x01 -> Dean is pushed out of Apocalypse World by Sam, yelling for Cas, right before Cas dies in front of him in 12x23

Lucifer appears as Jessica to Sam in a dream in 5x03 to get Sam to say yes -> Lucifer calls Dean as Cas in 15x19 to get Dean to open the door to the bunker so he can get in

John/Mary

John watches as Mary dies, screaming her name in 1x01 -> Dean is pushed out of Apocalypse World by Sam, yelling for Cas, right before Cas dies in front of him in 12x23

Dean reiterates the story of how John and Mary met to Mary in 12x01 to prove to her that he is their son, how Mary thought John was cute and loved that he knew the words to every Led Zeppelin song -> in 8x20, Charlie teases Dean and says “What about Cas? He sounds dreamy” & in 12x12, while complimenting Cas for Mandy’s sake he calls Cas his “devastatingly handsome friend” & in 12x19, after Dean’s annoyance at Cas being AWOL again, Cas attempts to return a cassette tape to Dean, labeled “Dean’s top 13 Zepp traxx”, which Dean gives back to him and tells him “it’s a gift, you keep those”

In Show/Not as Overt:

JONSA

Grey Worm/Missandei

This post about the paralleled dialogue (x)

This pairing also contrasts with the Jonerys romance as well

Jaime/Cersei

This is a bit more of a contrast situation but there are parallels in that Sansa supposedly might have become Cersei 2.0 that the show liked to tease, even in 8x04 when telling Jaime that Dany was most likely going to destroy Cersei and she wouldn’t be able to see her executed - Cersei is the first queen for Sansa to learn from (most of her main lessons from outside of Littlefinger) - Sansa is also in love with her “brother”, her “knight/protector” though Brienne becomes her knight & Arya takes up the role of her protector in Jon’s and Brienne’s absences - Jon becomes the Queenslayer compared to Jaime’s Kingslayer, Jaime has often been branded as a twisted mirror for Jon, two sides of the same coin

This amazingly written post goes into more detail on this (x)

Yara/Theon

both brother and sister that were separated for a time

both were protective of the other; Yara attempted to rescue Theon from Ramsay; Theon rescued Yara from Euron; Yara is protective of Theon when Ellaria is condescending towards him

Theon supported Yara as queen for their home; Jon was supportive of the idea of Sansa as Queen in the North

DESTIEL

Alternate!Charlie/Stevie

Alternate!Charlie is cleaning her guns at the table a la Dean style in 15x18 - she loses Stevie, before Sam loses Eileen and Dean loses Cas

Claire/Kaia

Claire who is often a mirror for Dean promises to protect Kaia who then says “I’ll go with you”

When Kaia is rescued in 15x12, she asks if Claire will be at Jody’s, after Jody confirms that what Kaia and Claire had was “first love” that struck quick

Jesse/Cesar

two hunter husbands who plan to retire to a horse ranch in New Mexico after Jesse gets his revenge & Cesar plans to help him get

this episode is where Dean asks “what’s it like settling down with a hunter?” and it’s proven later that Dean has been thinking about retiring & gives his approval/blessing to Sam to settle down with Eileen in 15x08 since she gets Sam, them & “the life”

Not in show:

JONSA

Aemon the Dragon Knight - this has more to do with the books but this post explains that supposed parallel way better than I ever could

What the Shows Would Like You To Publicly Believe While Realizing/Not Realizing The Coding They Gave To These Pairings/Relationships:

JONSA

The pairing was subtextual, only confirmed in the script (8x06) as one-sided and by the acting

That Jon was in love with Daenerys the entire time

That Sansa was at face value jealous of Daenerys’ relationship with Jon & that Jon had chosen her (and this is supposedly why she breaks her promise to Jon and tells his secret to Tyrion)

DESTIEL

The pairing was one-sided, confirmed by Cas’ love confession in 15x18 before his impending death, Dean never responds or even addresses it in the narrative textually, leaving any reaction as purely subtextual (i.e. 15x19 - Lucifer’s call to Dean & Dean’s subsequent rush upstairs to let Cas in, Dean’s demand to Chuck for Cas to be brought back, Dean’s falling asleep with a lot of empty bottles around him)

Dean can’t reciprocate Cas’ feelings, confirmed in the script (15x18)

Dean never talks to Sam about what happened in the dungeon or what Cas told him in 15x18

Dean (and Sam) won’t ask Jack to free Cas and/or bring him back

Dean doesn’t care if Cas is freed from The Empty (in the beginning of 15x20) and instead decides to live his life in honor of Cas’ sacrifice & tells Sam to do the same when Sam mentions Cas and Jack not being there

Actors’ Viewpoints:

KIT

says “that’s weird” when the pairing is mentioned to him by fans

SOPHIE

Tells D&D that they better not make Jonsa a couple in the show when a fan mentions the fanon pairing at Comic Con after season 6

JENSEN

“Destiel doesn’t exist” “We certainly don’t play it that way. I think they’re more...kindred spirits” - eventually this changes and seems to be more embraced in discussion as the final season approaches: “What are you looking forward to tackling this season?” “Cas” & open to discussion of the handprint and confession scene in 15x18 in general

MISHA

When he was allowed to discuss it, he appeared to be supportive and open to the interpretations of said pairing

Acting Choices:

KIT

Master of Microexpressions himself - look at this man’s expressions in each scene with Sansa (i.e. the staring at Sansa’s lips in 6x10, the breathlessness in 7x01 when she asks if it would be so terrible if he listened to her, etc) vs each scene with Dany (Jon scrunching up his face in disbelief when Dany tells Tyrion in 8x02 that he needs to stay out of the battle, his annoyed expression in his bedroom in 8x04 that Dany can’t see before trying to placate her, etc) and tell me which woman this guy was truly in love with - go on, I’ll wait...

SOPHIE

Heart eyes in 8x04 while watching Jon, her heartbroken expression in 8x01 when Jon tells her they need Dany and he doesn’t deny anything when she says “No, she’s much prettier” being a callback to Littlefinger’s comments on Dany’s beauty to Sansa in 7x07, her being upset at Jon having told Tyrion that he is not a Stark in 8x04

JENSEN

Jacting Joices - look at this man’s expressions in each scene with Cas in season 8, in 9x03, 9x06, 9x09, 10x03, 11x03, 12x01 and the rest of the seasons as well as his grieving arc from 13x01-13x05, as well as the “domestic dispute” from 15x03 as well as Dean’s prayer aka confession in 15x09 and tell me that man wasn’t in love with Cas - go on, I’ll wait...

MISHA

Sad face when Dean tells Cas he needs him in 8x02, Cas’ expression when he can’t kill Dean & loses his army, his pained expression when Metatron tells him that Dean is dead in 9x23, Cas’ little smile when Dean speaks on the phone about the honor bar, his expressions every time Dean insults him or bickers with him in 12x10, Cas looking up at Dean almost timidly after saying “I love you. I love all of you” in 12x12, Cas’ face when The Empty says in 13x04 “I know who you love. There is nothing for you back there”, his face when Dean tells him in 14x18 “if something happened to her, you’re dead to me”, his expression when Dean cuts him off and walks away as he tries to tell Dean what’s going on after Dean asks him if he’s okay in 15x01, his last (almost hopeful) look back at Dean as he says “I think it’s time for me to move on” in 15x03, his annoyed expression when Dean asks to speak to him in 15x06, his breathlessness at seeing Dean again in 15x07, him and Dean connecting eyes for a minute in Hell and then him looking purposely away which Rowena catches -- I mean to be fair, Cas’ side was confirmed for this pairing so it all makes sense and leads up to it but again acting choices

Chemistry PR:

JONSA

Sophie and Kit hug at the 2019 Emmy’s (if you watch the video, you literally see them wait until the cameras are snapping the photo even though the show was over by this point)

Once Jon and Sansa reunite in season 6, the conversation quickly steers towards the two characters and their return to Winterfell and the supposed “power struggle” between them

Kit, Sophie, and Emilia are placed close together on stage at the screening of the season 8 premiere (for the love triangle)

DESTIEL

At cons and in interviews/for publicatons, and on red carpets (i.e. the premiere of the #300 episode for the show), PR is heavily done with Jensen and Misha

The C*W does a “dare to defy” promo for the network starring many of their actors - Misha is chosen to say “When we defy judgement” and then Jensen is chosen to say “love happens” (I’m sure the actors said most of the lines in the promo when shooting it and certain ones were chosen such as Jensen’s and Misha’s, certain one for Jared, etc. all part of the PR game)

Bottom line is these two pairings were romantically coded, regardless of how they played out. There were too many tropes/themes applied to both, too many acting choices, music swells, too much framing, too many parallels to other romantic-coded couples in both shows, etc. So no matter what each show tries to tell you, or what certain sections of fans try to tell you, it was always there for each pairing.

Edit 2/20/21: Added Yara/Theon to paralleled pairings in “In Show/Not as Overt” & Brienne and Podrick to “Other Characters Knowing”

#destiel #destiel meta #in conjunction with #jonsa #jonsa meta #holy crap this got long #deancas #dean x cas #jon x sansa #romantic coding #spnposts #gotposts

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To Tell You The Truth Part Six

Fandom: Prospect [2018]

Pairing: Eventual Ezra/Prospector!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Welcome, welcome! This whole chapter is like. Fluff, with a sprinkle of healing. Prime indulgence hours. Enjoy!

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Ezra displayed your battered helmet alongside his own on the mantelpiece above the faux fireplace, the two domes leaned into one another as if engaged in private conversation.

Most evenings found both of you in the main room of his modest apartment, him pacing back and forth as he recounted various portions of his 'semi-fictitious' memoir that were giving him trouble, while you drew and offered input where you hoped it might be beneficial.

"My editor, Kevva bless him, dares to insinuate that I am too ponderously wordy for the average book market." Ezra bemoaned one evening, dramatically collapsing into a sprawl of limbs on the couch alongside you. "'Get to the point, Ezra!' As if it is that simple, to just trim the fat off the prize cut of loin without regard for the flavor it provides!" He spat indignantly.

"You are very…" you searched through all the fanciful words you had picked up from him, finally settling on, "verbose. Almost to a fault. Sometimes I wonder if you're deliberately taking three times as long to say something."

"If I am to be prolific with my speech, I would rather be saying somethin' that people are interested in listenin' to." Ezra retorted, sounding somewhat betrayed over you taking his editor's side. "I've endured countless lectures from individuals with some form of power over me and none of them possessed a modicum of eloquence. Their words were weapons of the bluntest sort: hackneyed and ramshackle and detestable." His voice dipped lower, gravelly and reverent. "I would rather a singular articulate quote to a thousand plain, lifeless, uninventive platitudes. Words are all I've ever had for most of my existence, gentle soul. They are a precious commodity gleaned not from the treacherous climes of some deadly moon, but from the stolen tomes and salvaged papers of civilization long past."

He rubbed his temples, obviously exasperated. You, on the other hand, were a bit flushed. His rants were always a joy to witness, whether you wanted to admit it or not. There was something about Ezra getting riled up that you found mesmerizing.

"I apologize, gentle soul. You are not here to be my sounding board, and I shall not treat you as such." He said finally, dragging his hands down his face. "I will not subject you to my bouts of tempestuous querulousness."

"Hey, you can talk to me all you want! I just wish I could contribute usefully to your musing, that's all. I'm not nearly as well-spoken, I'd hate to use a word wrong." You replied, grimacing. "Like querulous...querulousness."

"It means I am peeved. Cantankerous."

"You?" You gasped in mock-surprise.

He groaned, "I did not realize how astute you were." You spotted the corner of his mouth twitching upwards and you knew you had him, nudging your elbow into his side until he surrendered and gave you a lazy grin.

"Ezra, what does 'mercado' mean?"

He jerked upright out of his slump at that, looking confused. "Where did you hear that word?"

"From...you?" You replied uncertainly. "It was while we were still...um, in the tent, I had just finished with your arm and you were looking through my sketchbook." His blank stare prompted you to continue, "you saw a picture I drew of the west dock and you-"

"Oh!" Ezra gasped, his eyes brightening with comprehension. He bounded off the couch, vanishing into his room. You sat there, wholly bewildered, until he reemerged struggling into his coat. He seized your hands, tugging you upright and then kissing your forehead. "You precious, beautiful woman!" He praised. "I am so glad you reminded me of our blood pact, sworn over the battered salvage of my arm on that accursed moon."

"Uh." Precious. Beautiful. "Blood...pact?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, put on your coat!" Ezra demanded. You imagined you could see his blond streak fairly bristling with excitement. "We must go."

"Go?"

"To the mercado!" Again with that gratuitous, flamboyant roll of the 'r'. You were beginning to suspect that he was enjoying himself.

"What, now?" You asked, allowing yourself to be essentially spun into your long coat. "But it's dark out-"

"All the more reason to rush! If we aren't expedient, they may be closed when we get there!" He grabbed your hand once again. "Kevva waits for no man, gentle soul!"

...

You had never run the length of the Pug's west dock without some incredibly valid, logical reason. So the fact that you were currently running because you were being giddily dragged along by a large man who was far too invested in deep fried food spoke volumes toward the sheer amount of the things that had changed in your life.

"Wait, wait-" You finally had to stop him, your side aching from your haphazard sprint. Ezra halted, appearing confused as you wheezed for air. You clung to his hand a bit tighter than you meant to.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"C-Can't-" you gasped. "Hurts. Gimme' a second."

"I--oh. Oh! Gentle soul, why didn't you voice your discomfort earlier?!" He erupted in a panic. "Sit down, sit, I'll-"

"No no, I'm okay. It's just a stitch." You tried to calm him, but he was having none of it.

"I must insist that you sit down, immediately." He implored, sounding distraught. "If I have caused you harm, if your wound-"

"Hey, I'm okay." You interrupted him firmly. "I'm just a little less...in-shape, you know? Tender still."

"I feel like a tyrant, I offer my most sincere reparations."

"Ezra, oh my gods. You're so dramatic." You half-laughed, your breath catching when he kissed your knuckles in contrition. "We can keep going, I just can't run across the entire dock."

"If you are certain, gentle soul?" Ezra asked, gesturing back the way you came and arching his brows. "We can always jettison this fanciful excursion, should you require a reprieve."

You shook your head, tugging on his hand. "Nope, we're already down here. Keep one foot moving. If we get there and they're closed, then I'll need a reprieve. To mourn my loss."

"Too true!" He agreed, mindfully shortening his strides. "It's not far now. Once we arrive, promise me you'll rest?"

"If you feed me, absolutely." You joked.

"I would love nothin' more than the opportunity to dote upon you, gentle soul."

You laughed for real this time, assuming he was playing along with your jibe. When he didn't join in, you tucked your chin down into the collar of your jacket in embarrassment. "Ezra, you...you take care of me all the time." You pointed out, feeling shy of all things.

"You are my partner." He answered simply.

Partner. "I...Damon, h-he-" You began to speak, but then choked off at the last second.

Ezra stopped dead and you closed your eyes, scolding yourself for starting something you knew you wouldn't finish. "Martyr's malfeasance." The brown-haired man cursed softly.

"I'm...I'm sorry," you hurried to apologize. "I don't know why I...just forget I said anything, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the fun."

"Every time I hear about him, he strikes me more and more as a man that I should have taken my sweet time disposin' of." Ezra snarled in that furiously cheery tone, his words stoking the tiny fire that you sheltered in your stomach.

Your grip on his hand tightened after a moment. "He didn't deserve the effort."

"Do not apologize for the shortcomings of others, gentle soul. I reiterate that I am here to listen if you need me. Though I warn you, I may not be able to keep from interruptin'." Ezra's eyes had gone dark with thought, his expression distressingly grim. "I am, at the end of the day, a loquacious fool." He perked up after a moment, pausing in front of a brightly-lit open air market. "Ah, and here we are! It appears that luck is with us, gentle soul, they do not close for another hour. Shall we fulfill our pact?"

The rest of your evening out was spent (intentionally or not, though you had your suspicions) effectively chasing off the shadow that recalling Damon had cast over you. Despite your protests, Ezra did end up feeding you half an order's worth of the delectable little sopaipillas, one by one.

...

When the rainy season hit, storms whipped through Puggart Bench and its wards with all the delicacy of a green prospector getting their hands on their first pull. It wasn't so much of an issue during the day; the sound of Ezra diligently expounding to himself usually muffled the howling winds or pouring rain. Late at night however, you couldn't help but imagine that the rumble of thunder was the pod striking the atmosphere, or that the rattling of the rain on the windowpanes was thrower fire. Your dreams turned frantic and riddled with nightmares. You even tried keeping your bedroom light on at one point to combat it, but it just amplified the shadows and gave your mind more fuel for its inventive fire.

You struggled in solitude for a good few nights, until one evening when you finally couldn't endure any longer. Surely he wouldn't mind, you would be quiet.

You slipped from your bed, bringing your pillow along as you padded down the hall to his room. Just as you reached for the keypad, the door slid open.

Ezra stood in front of you, a thin blanket and one of his pillows underneath his arm. He stared down at you. You stared up at him, your own pillow clutched tightly to your chest. "I..." he coughed awkwardly. "Er, the howling gale outside has...my nerves a bit...frayed. I merely-"

"Oh thank gods, I'm so glad it wasn't just me." You felt like you would burst with relief. "I was coming to ask if I could sleep in your room."

"What a novel coincidence! I was about to throw myself upon your mercies as well." Ezra winced at the thunder that boomed overhead after he spoke. "An expedient compromise is in order, gentle soul. We will adjourn to my quarters for this particular endeavor."

He stepped aside with a little bow and you entered the room, going to curl up on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Gentle soul, I think you've done enough proverbial listenin' at the teacher's feet to last a lifetime. Make yourself comfortable." He urged, spreading his blanket back out on the bed. "If we must weather this storm in conjunction, I would prefer you were nearer rather than farther."

You opened your mouth to protest and the wind whipped the rain against the windows with a hollow rattle, sounding for all the world like a thrower shot at range. Your fists clenched on your thighs.

Damon isn't here. It's just Ezra. It's only Ezra.

Ezra turned to face you after meticulously smoothing out the wrinkles in his blanket, his forced smile and hollow eyes reminding you that you weren't the only one haunted by ghosts of your past. He extended a hand and you grabbed hold, letting him pull you up off the floor.

You fell into him, burying your face in his chest for a selfish moment. "Thank you." You whispered, uncertain if he even heard you over the rumble of thunder.

Ezra pressed his lips to your hairline and then ushered you underneath the blankets. He was achingly chaste, as though he thought you might bolt if he showed any sort of blatant affection. Truly, you might have if it had been any other person. His tentative touch rested on your wrist for a moment before he laced his fingers together with yours.

"Your proximity is a balm to my troubled thoughts, gentle soul." He murmured. "You turn my mind to poetic wanderings; dalliances in sun-dappled clearings, rain that does not make me fear for my life." Ezra sighed, the noise barely audible. "All too often I am back there in my dreams; suffering mutiny, I am left to decompose until a gentle soul comes and pulls me up out of the weeds."

"I have nightmares about Damon." You confessed softly.

The grip he had on your fingers tightened ever so slightly. "I said I would not ask, and I will not tarnish that promise. I am here, gentle soul." His eyes searched your own, forehead furrowed with concern. "I have never trusted someone as I trust you. I have never...you fought alongside me, you placed your life in my hands, despite-" He paused, swallowing thickly. "You have earned all the time you might ever need. If it is mine to give, it is already yours."

His words, unwavering and slow, were what pushed you over the edge. In a voice that trembled and eventually broke, you finally told him everything. You held nothing in reserve, the terrible stories of all those nights in the pod tumbling out of you one after the other. You were so tired of carrying everything in silence, and talking about it...it was as though it made it all real. Tangible. Something that you could finally release.

Ezra was surprisingly still through the whole endeavor, the normally-animated man obviously reining himself in. The only indication of his own mental state was the way he occasionally rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as you spoke about particularly trying instances.

"So this is the explanation." He said hoarsely once you lapsed into silence once more. "This is the trauma that you bear upon your precious, gentle soul. I...You've held it so tightly for so long, even though it wounds you. What has changed?"

"I found you." You replied bluntly. It was nonsensically simple to say, but it was true. He inhaled sharply. "You could have killed me, but instead-"

"I couldn't have." Ezra denied, shaking his head. "I saw you and while I knew I could play the part of the villain, I couldn't have...I wouldn't do anythin' to you. If not simply because you didn't slaughter me where I stood, then when you told me you had that kit and you almost broke my jaw after I startled you." He worked his jaw for a moment, like he still felt the echo of your head slamming into it. "And that man, the Sader, tryin' to tempt me into tradin' you in like livestock…"

"Because of everything that happened to me before, I...I panicked. I shouldn't have. I should have trusted you."

Ezra shook his head. "You had every right. I apologize for makin' you feel as though I would have accepted that pittance. I should have discussed everythin' with you beforehand." Lightning flashed nearby and thunder boomed, making you flinch sharply. Ezra urged you closer, his ragged shirt pressing to your cheek as you hid your face in his chest. "Martyr's malfeasance, your tenderness carves the heart out of me." He whispered. "You make me wish I was a reputable individual."

You started to apologize and he waved it off, stroking the back of your head and lulling you to sleep.

Despite the comfort his proximity brought you, the nightmares still came. You woke up panicking, as you often did, struggling away from the grip of the man beside you. He grunted and reached out to switch on the bedside table lamp. Ezra. It was just Ezra. You scolded yourself for your reaction, beginning to apologize again. But he simply rolled over and pressed his forehead to yours, humming in his throat sleepily.

Your fingers tangled in his shirt as you slowly relaxed against him and he mumbled, "In my dreams you come to me, as timid and inexorable as the dawn," brown eyes already half-lidded again. He sounded like he was reciting something, the words slurred with exhaustion, "In my sleepless hours you find me, tremulous and waning like the starlight."

You closed your eyes, just listening to his voice and letting it soothe you back into a doze.

"For I am a lost man who wanders bright and dark, all for the fleeting glimpse of you…"

…

His right hand had some minor nerve damage, which was to be expected. The infection had crept deep. You noticed a distinct lack of buttons on a majority of his new clothing, zipper pulls apparently easier to operate left-handed.

As the storms grew worse though, so too did his hand. It would occasionally seize up in bad weather, which unfortunately was all the time during the rainy season. Ezra was thoroughly miserable, though he attempted to hide it. The rapid progress on editing his memoir slowed to a grinding crawl as he pecked away one-handed, keeping his right secured in a brace for most of the time.

"Kevva damn it." He swore one grey morning, struggling fiercely with the tie around his neck. He was supposed to meet with his publisher and he always tried to dress the part.

"Hey," You yawned from the kitchen doorway, "you okay?"

"Gentle soul I must beg your assistance, I will be late!" Ezra pleaded from the bathroom, his tone distressed.

You left your mug on the counter, stifling another yawn as you slipped into the bathroom and batted his hands away from his neck. "Hold still." You mumbled, barely awake. His fingers dug into the sink on either side of you as you worked. When you glanced up you saw that his eyes were bright with unshed tears, his gaze fixed determinedly on his own reflection in the mirror. "It's okay to be upset, you know."

His jaw worked and he swallowed hard, obviously disagreeing but unable to vocalize it.

"I got it. All done." You soothed, patting the knot flat. "You won't be late. Be sure to check your fly." His eyes widened in panic and his hands flew to his zipper, making you burst out laughing. "Not now, Ezra! When you get there!" You grinned, playfully bumping your knuckles into his stomach just above his belt.

Ezra's chuckle was a little watery, but you chose to ignore it to let him think he was saving face. "What would I do without you, gentle soul? Wander the streets half-dressed with my placket splayed, I imagine." He mused, pressing a fond kiss to your forehead. "Now, Kevva waits. I will return presently. I believe it would be prudent for you to begin amassin' your sketches. We seem to be in the final stages of pre-production."

"Isn't it exciting?" You asked brightly.

"I am nervous enough to void my stomach." Ezra admitted. He squeezed your hand tightly. "I wish you could come with me, gentle soul. You make me feel at ease."

"You should have woken me up earlier, then!"

"You would have come with me?" He sounded surprised, running his hands through his unruly hair in an effort to smooth it down. "These meetings are so toilsome. At least if you were there, my publisher might spare me his tedious lectures." His blond streak sprang back up once his hands had passed, continuing its perennial goal of sticking out at a rakish angle.

You reached up to gently tug on the unruly little tuft of hair, smiling at him. "Suffering is no fun if you're doing it alone."

"Misery does indeed love its company." He sighed, his hand shifting up to cup your own on his temple. "These hands of yours, I..." he paused, grimacing in pain and flexing his own fingers. "Dammit, I…"

"I'll be here when you get back." You said simply. "Just like any other day."

Ezra's eyes were dark with thought as he stared down at you, the silence stretching almost uncomfortably long. "I...of course. Yes." He replied, his voice quiet.

You weren't expecting the call from him several hours later. You were just tucking into your lunch when your headset began to chime and you scrambled across the kitchen to grab it. "Yes, oh esteemed roommate?" You greeted him in the usual manner, smiling even though he couldn't see you.

"Gentle soul, are you busy?"

You stared longingly at your lunch. "I was about to eat. What's up?"

"He wants to see your sketches."

Your heart dropped. You weren't sure why, it wasn't as if you hadn't anticipated needing to have your own work checked over. Deep down you had hoped they would have more important things to consider, but it couldn't be helped. "What, now?"

Ezra's words were strangely clipped, so different from his usual flowery speech. "I'll be returnin' shortly, if you're amenable?"

"Absolutely, absolutely. I'll get...I'll gather everything up." You hurriedly put your plate back into the cooler. "Are you okay?"

"He has been more abrasive than usual, but I anticipated as much." He sighed raggedly and you heard the sound of the starter. "I've been out of sorts since this mornin'." He confessed. "I am uncertain as to why. Perhaps it's simply the weight of my own mortality catchin' up to me."

Your hands stilled in the process of shoving all your hard copies together. "Ezra, did something happen?"

"Nothin' aside from my immaculate personage being stained with impotence in the most mundane task imaginable." Ezra griped.

"Don't scare me like that." You scolded him. "I understand you're upset, but please don't use words like mortality. Gets me nervous."

"Fear not, gentle soul. I'll plague you for a good few years yet." He teased. "I am simply mourning the loss of a certain autonomy. The rain will not last forever, but while it lingers I imagine my moods shall be as grim as a graveyard."

"You'll have to try harder than that, you...poetically dour thing, you." You retorted dryly, shoving your hard copies into your unused portfolio. His laughter was loud in your ear. You loved when he laughed like that, all bright and startled like you had surprised it out of him.

You loved a lot of things about him, if you were being honest.

…

His publisher was a man named Thomas Anglio. He was in his late fifties, purportedly had no sense of humor and wore suits that were immaculately tailored.

The man's lack of humor was probably due to the stress of his job, you reasoned charitably. Managing so many aspiring authors couldn't be an easy feat, especially when he also had to juggle a certain querulous someone. At least you knew Ezra was paying him generously.

The secretary waved Ezra on tiredly, already reaching for the next Serv tablet before he was even done signing the both of you in.

You trailed along behind him as he strode into Mr. Anglio's office, the dark-haired man the picture of easy confidence. "I present my illustrious, illustrative companion." Ezra introduced you grandly as Mr. Anglio rose from behind his desk. "Gentle soul, this is Mister Thomas Anglio, a stalwart friend and a fiercely fashionable silver fox."

"You flatter me, Ezra." Thomas sighed, shaking your hand. "Please, take a seat and show me what you have prepared."

You obliged nervously, your hands trembling slightly as you undid your first bundle of sketches. "I believe what Ezra wanted was to have them sort of...scattered through the book at key points. Headers for each chapter, as well." You spread the pages out on the desk and Thomas leaned forward to examine them.

"Ezra, you are not writing a children's book." He pointed out practically. "The subject matter of this...strangely-realistic fiction of yours is decidedly adult."

"I am wholly convinced that my tale will not be half as impactful without their sketches, Mr. Anglio." Ezra insisted firmly.

Thomas groaned, rubbing his temples. "At least I know you're not doing this just to pad the final page count." He settled back in his chair, leafing through the piles of sketches. You had tried to separate them out by chapter, though due to Ezra's constant revisions you were certain some of them were out of place. "You understand we will not be using all of these, correct?" Anglio seemed relieved when you nodded hurriedly.

"I thought it would be better to have too many than too few." You explained quietly.

"You have quite the knack for drawing." He mused, lingering on one stack in particular. "Your portraits of Ezra are remarkable."

You heard Ezra swallow loudly beside you. "Portraits…?" The former prospector echoed tentatively.

Your brain ran back to you scrambling to collect all your sketches, shutting your eyes in silent panic as you realized you must have shuffled in the extra ones you hadn't meant to bring along.

"Yes, these appear to be for the portion of the story where our brave hero barters with a mercenary gang for safe passage off the moon. If I'm recalling correctly, of course." Mr. Anglio slid the pile of sketches to Ezra, who snatched them up immediately.

You saw his brown eyes go wide and you quickly ducked your head, busying yourself with pretending to sort through the groups of sketches. This was what you got for being disorganized! There were only supposed to be one or two from that scene!

The rest of the meeting was spent whittling down the groups of sketches to two per chapter, or three if they were small enough. Thomas also politely requested that you retool a few things, "this woman's helmet looks dangerously close to that inquisitor's from the Second Illumination. The last thing any of us want is to be sued by a failed monarchy."

You would say that the meeting went well, but you were so busy dreading being alone with Ezra again that it was all a blur. You just knew that your copious amounts of sketches focused on him would be subject to thorough questioning. And well they should be, it was borderline obsessive.

The jut of his jaw, the strong profile of his aquiline nose, the streak of blond above his right temple...all lovingly captured time and again. With and without the helmet.

You were certain you would be lucky to escape unscathed, waiting in fear for the proverbial pot to boil over.

...

"All you needed to do was ask, gentle soul." Ezra finally drawled after watching you anxiously wring your hands for the majority of the ride back to Ward Twenty-Seven. "Had I known that you wished so fervently to render me artistically, I would have happily sat for hours that you might properly capture my magnanimous visage."

"Please, please don't be upset." You begged, your fists tight in your lap. "I'll move out, okay? I'll leave and...and you'll never have to see me again. I'll send you the revised story sketches over the Serv, I'll-" His hand reached for your leg over the center console and you almost jumped out of your skin. "Wait, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please don't-"

"Gentle soul, I am not aggrieved in the slightest." Ezra assured you quietly. "Breathe. You seem ready to go to pieces." He rubbed your thigh soothingly, back and forth. "Breathe."

"You...you're not angry with me?" You asked tentatively. And really, you ought to have established that from your time in the Green!

Angered Ezra was a looming thundercloud, he was magma barely contained by fragile crust. His fury, though an absolute force of nature, dissipated as soon as it arrived, like the outbursts wearied him too much to perpetuate and maintain. Damon had seethed and resurrected his anger whenever the mood struck him, so it was odd to engage with someone who seemed to deem the emotion more trouble than it was worth. You knew that the man currently in the driver's seat was a hundred times more likely to launch into a woebegone soliloquy about how tenuous material possessions were if he spilled tea on his shirt. But old habits died hard; you couldn't seem to keep yourself from getting wound up.

"Far from it! You capture my countenance in a way that is decidedly more flatterin' than any mirror." Ezra tilted his head. "I am...envious of the man you have drawn." He admitted softly. "I wish that he and I were one and the same."

You weren't quite sure what to say. At least he wasn't angry. Or he said he wasn't. If anything, he sounded...sad. "What do you mean?" You asked, your brow furrowed as you recalled what he had said the night you shared his bed.

You make me wish I was a reputable individual.

Ezra shrugged, sighing, "Nothin' at all, gentle soul. The rain is just makin' me morose, I'm afraid. I'll be glad to be home again."

Home.

"Want me to make some tea when we get home?"

The soft smile he directed your way had no business settling in your stomach the way that it did. "Of course! You are somehow better at makin' it than I, a true conundrum considering how long I toiled away to achieve my technique."

You almost didn't notice when his hand cautiously returned to your thigh.

Almost.

Part Seven

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elysian-drops · 3 years

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Hi!! I don't want to be rude (please don't take offense 😭😭😭) but the latest update was too hard to read. It was too overly flowery + detailed (if that makes sense?)! I legit gave up because I couldn't get through it 😭😭 Which sucks b/c I was really enjoying your style and was waiting forever!! I just think it could have been better if you edited it more. Like I said, I don't want to be rude but have you thought of getting a beta? 😊 It may help with that! Tho I still really love Appetence!!

Hello,

To be honest, I’ve been mulling over how to respond to your message for quite some time. Now, I understand you probably weren’t trying to be rude, seeing as you said so twice, but I’m at a loss on how to read this otherwise— if this was just a concrit of the chapter itself with things highlighted to change, I would have understood your intentions better. However, this just seems to me you wanted to vent because you didn’t like the update. If that’s wrong with how I’m reading your message, then I apologize.

I can completely understand your disappointment with the chapter— I truly don’t expect people to love every single one or gush over it. And, of course, I get the frustration it is to not have your expectations lived up to. However, after 64 chapters and 378k words, I would’ve hoped you’d know what to expect in terms of my prose style. I know this has been a point of contention with a lot of people (I’ve definitely heard enough complaints over my style) but I write the way I do simply because I enjoy it. “Flowery” language is what resonates with me and what I care to read. However, it would have been helpful to know which bits were “too flowery” and “too detailed” that you couldn’t read it. I’m aware I have a tendency to sometimes go overboard and I really don’t mind reminders to reel it in. What wasn’t working for you, what made this chapter different from my other ones— what parts were too convoluted or too wordy to understand, etc would have really helped me to know what to watch out for in the future.

What actually bothered me, however, was this “waiting forever” bit. So, as a gentle reminder, I want to point out this is fan fiction— it’s something I’m doing on my own and for free. Completely free. I can understand you were waiting for a new chapter but I’ve been very upfront about my health issues that were preventing me from writing. I had other priorities that were focused on recouping my health first and foremost. I’m not saying you meant anything by it but I constantly deal with demands to update and am being reminded I’m not producing content fast enough— so I hope you can understand why I felt particularly offended by the wording of “waiting forever” given the circumstances.

Regarding a beta, I’ve also been vocal as to why I don’t want one. The idea of having to collaborate and meet deadlines would make this seem more like work to me than a hobby— something I really don’t want to do. In terms of editing, I spend quite a bit of my time doing so— once again, if you pointed out which portions needed to be worked on, that would have been extremely helpful. I do try to catch my own errors, both in continuity and in grammar, but sometimes they slip through.

Sorry for the long-winded answer— this has just been on my mind since last night and I wanted to get it off my chest. It was just a surprise to see this pop up in my inbox, especially seeing as I was already iffy/nervous on coming back after my hiatus. This is the first time I'm writing creatively and I get I'm on a learning curve— but not receiving concrit I can use doesn't help me improve, you know?

All things considered, I’m glad you still love Appetence and hope future chapters are more readable for you.

#answered #anon submission #queue

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birdsaesthetic · 3 years

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A/N: Sorry I’m posting my participation for @holidayblindspot very late, but I was so caught up with homework, which never ends... I simply thought I would make Jane’s first birthday with Kurt fall during Autumn, because it’s just the best timing throughout the year, right? Now this is a wordy fic, but I promise it’s so much fun and sexy! Anyway, ENJOY 🎈🥳🍂.

Song inspiration: Happy Birthday by John Legend. (you may listen to this song while reading. It’s so beautiful!)

They’re lying like two spoons in a drawer, very tight against each other. Kurt’s warm, silent breathing is grazing Jane’s neck in a regular rhythm, to which she flutters her eyes open to bright sunlight shining between white curtains, and to the sounds of birds whistling noisily from outside.

For more or less a minute, she stays perfectly still, only blinking in laziness and yawning as she tries to figure out where exactly she was, and to piece together the events of the previous night.

As she does so, she struggles a little; her memory is patchy and there’re definitely several gaps missing, but the parts she can recall are amazingly vivid.

Last night she celebrated her Birthday with Kurt, she remembers that for sure, but not in details. She also remembers having had so much alcohol, which up until now she can taste its powerful taste in her mouth. And at the feeling of her body retaining traces of having been pulled in, kissed, caressed, and given orgasms, she remembers the mind-blowing sex she had last night and so she sighs.

Kurt’s bare skin against her back has the right amount of warmth that now is engulfing her, tempting to shut her eyes close and go back to sleep. She doesn’t resist the urge and does so, just after having rolled over so she can face him, then snuggles deeper into his embrace, wrapping an arms around his middle. Now, at the new posture, her cheek and ear are squished against his chest and as her eyes maintained close, she listens to his heartbeat, vividly pumping against her ear. And so she decides to stay like this for a while, because the feeling is unmatched...

But it’s not after a couple minutes that she reopens her eyes, changed position by crawling a little up, and looks deeply at his face in rest. He’s silent and still. Peaceful and handsome. Half of his face is tucked against the pillow as he lies down on his stomach. A warm smile of contentment begins to form on her sleepy face for having woken up yet another morning of her life next to him, and for being able to see him and touch him while she brushes a hand against his hair to fix its pattern in one side. Next her fingertips outline his ear, which, last night, she’d kissed it, gave it little bites, blown her breath into it, and inhaled its fragrance, all while he was inside her.

As she continues to touch him softly and randomly, a question crosses her mind. Is it really true what Kurt told me last night, that the most beautiful things in the world aren’t necessarily seen, nor touched, but rather felt with the heart?

Even now she’s still thinking about it, even if last night she herself told him that this wasn’t entirely true and then they changed the subject.

A warm touch of yours must be as fulfilling as the feeling it leaves behind it on your beloved ones. And the feels of anticipation rush through your mind is just as exciting as looking into your beloved ones eyes, the window of the soul. This is simply how Jane concluded last night, although back then, at that particular moment, she was a little drunk and very, very sexually aroused. She’s still embracing her conclusion from last night nonetheless, up until now. And again, she thinks that might differ from one person to another.

What else happened last night? Oh God, a lot.

The two were having dinner, grilled salmon steaks with boiled vegetables nicely put aside, when Kurt gazed at Jane from across the table and asked, “Are you ready for tonight?”

Jane looked up at him in surprise; she’d been pouring her full concentration into cutting her steak, but that question, his husky voice, and the teasing look in his eyes, threw her off gurad. “What is tonight?” She asked in confusion, to which Kurt bursted out laughing.

She frowned, hardly swallowed down the chunk of food she was chewing, and then yelled at him, “Kurt!”

He laughed for one last time, before he fixed his eyes on her and stared silently for a little while—surprised to see her own surprise.

Leaning over the table, he said, “It is your birthday, and you seem to have no idea!”

Her jaw dropped to have just remembered that, and then she ducked down her head in an attempt to hide what she knew were flaming cheeks. But did it even work? Since he was mere feet across her from table, and with that huge chandelier hanged right above them, making every little change happening in her face visible?

It wasn’t until she pondered for a brief moment, doing some math in her head and finding out that tonight would actually meet with her Birthday, that she looked up and spoke. “Oh my God! It just slipped my mind.”

Kurt stared at her for a long moment, a warm look in his eyes. He couldn’t blame her, really, given how everything in their life had been crazy lately. Yet, he never forgot it, and had been waiting for it impatiently like a little child waiting for something.

“It’s okay, I remembered it and I’m so ready for it, are you?”

“Ready?”

“Yeah! You gotta be ready too, tonight, after an hour or so. I have a surprise for you.” He told her, before taking a forkful of mixed vegetables into his mouth. It had been long since Jane had put her fork down after realizing that the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't let her continue eating, and now she was watching him chew his food and cut into it for maybe a minute straight.

Normally after dinner was their bedtime: they’d quickly clean off all the mess in the kitchen and wash off the dishes together. Though this time around Jane was excused to go get ready as Kurt did all of that.

She rushed out of his sight then, and went straight away to grip a shower first, which, with haste, had taken her good ten minutes. When she was done with that, she entered the bedroom to find Kurt lying over their perfectly made bed, facing the ceiling, his eyes shut. He also seemed ready, fully dressed up.

Shutting the door behind her, hair soaking wet, body wrapped in a white towel, Jane smiled the tiniest of smiles at the sight of him lying in rest, before she set the lighting to be more illuminating then walked the few paces toward the wardrobe and opened it in search for something to wear tonight. A minute passed, two, three, but she was yet to decide what or how she should dress for tonight.

Staring at the shelves full of clothes, indecisive, she called Kurt’s name, to which he immediately opened his eyes and reasoned, always anticipating her needs.

“What should I wear for tonight? What kinda place you’re taking me to?” She asked, head turned toward him getting up on his feet.

“Umm, I can’t really tell you much. But I can pick you something, if you feel indecisive.”

“Yes, please.”

By now, Kurt was already at the wardrobe next to her, having a brief look at the items within the wardrobe before deciding. A few seconds later of rummaging through the items hanging in the wardrobe he actually ended up choosing something. A soild black dress with long sleeves. It appeared so tiny that it would definitely accentuate every curve in her body, and it would stop at her mid-thigh, leaving the rest of her legs bare.

Kurt’s face broke into the widest grin as he turned around and held up the hanger of the dress so she could have a good look. Just like him, Jane seemed to have loved it so much by the smile appearing in her face as she reached out and took it from his hand. It was a dress that she’d never had a chance to wear it before, so it was in a perfect condition, had been nicely hanged.

Once Kurt dismissed himself out the bedroom, after having shot her a knowing look, Jane took her sweet time as she put on a nice pair of underwear then slipped into the dress. A tiny eureka moment she experienced when it fitted her just like a glove and she chuckled aloud to that. Maybe it looked a little tight, a little short, but she’d fallen in love with it already and decided to match it with black heels. For makeup she didn’t bother with much: she applied minimal eyeshadow and paired it with matte, deep burgundy lipstick that looked so fierce and brought everything to the next level. As usual, she let her hair air dry as she did all of that.

The final look was the simplest yet hottest set, having both the the burgundy lipstick and the mess of tattoos over her legs contrast with the darkness of the dress...

So beautiful.

And, because it was in midst of Autumn, during which chilly winds blew all the times and the sky might be threatening at any given moment, she gripped a coat with her, a black one. Before getting out, she asked Kurt if she should take anything else with her besides that, but he shook his head with ease, approached her, then pressed his mouth against her ear. Keeping his voice to whispers, he told her, “No, nothing. It’s only you that matters.”

That, the slightest attempt of flirting Kurt managed, made her body secrete adrenaline with anticipation of how this night was going to go.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

They left home exactly at midnight. The weather was incredible outside. A perfect example for a perfect Autumn night. There was a really nice chill in the air. Every gentle touch of wind against the face felt like a caress, and every fierce one felt like a kiss. As they walked the few paces to the car, each one wrapping an arm around the other, the two expressed how much they loved the weather.

During the ride, there was a few exchanged loving looks between them, a silent dialogue and lots of teasing smiles. Jane’s eyes, however, glowing with curiosity, were alert and searching for any clue, any possible way to know where Kurt was driving them, because he was too far stubborn to tell her anything about the surprise and she was just as stubborn to know something.

His stillness suddenly made her realize how very constantly she was sifting, blinking, breathing, and rearranging herself every three seconds, because unlike her he seldom blinked an eye, and every turn of the steering wheel or push of the pedal he made was as small and efficient as possible because he was smartly preserving his energy for later.

Jane gave in and leaned back in her seat then; it was wholly pointless, she then realized. So she resembled her husband posture and let things follow its natural course. Or the way he wanted them to.

It was thirty minutes later when Kurt parked the car at a random spot and pulled out a piece of clothing out from his pocket. Her eyes were drawn to it immediately. With a deep glow in his eyes, he looked up at her. “I’ll have to blindfold you now.” He maintained his eyes fixed on her for a long moment, and awaited her to come close enough so he would do it. Seeming amused, Jane made a faint sound and blinked once, twice in his direction, then she rolled her eyes away, grinning.

He didn’t ask again, he awaited with all smiles. And eventually, she gave in, closed her eyes and leaned her head in his direction. His fingers first pushed all the hair that was framing her face to be tucked behind her ears before he tied the rose-colored, silky blindfold around her skull.

Though blindfolded, and the curiosity sparking in her head, Jane kept still and focused on her remaining senses. There was the same breeze of the other cars from outside as before. The air was just starting to grow tense—or perhaps that was just how she felt alone. She took a deep breath that was almost audible and reminded herself that she was in the safest hands in the world.

The car had already started moving. All it seemed it was moving forward for what felt like a full minute then it took a couple turns before it paused completely. Jane turnd her head toward Kurt. “What’s now?” She asked in a low voice, just a second before she felt unexpected caresses on the base of her chinz

“Can you wait some more?” She heard him say, before which she heard the door open within the car then close. It was suddenly awe without him in the car, but thankfully it didn’t take him long to reach her in the other side of the car and open the door for her.

“Your hands, please.”

She gave him both hands and clenched his own so hard her knuckles turned red as he helped her out of the car. It’d gotten much colder by now than when they first left their apartment, but weather it had or not, she clung impossibly close to him, who wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her forward in the streets then into a place that Jane assumed was a huge building, and possibly bright.

The most significant sound Jane could hear now was her heels knocks choing against tiles, besides that there were dull and mixed sounds that could be others moving around.

“Are there people around?” Jane wondered in whispers, before which she felt Kurt warm breathing tickling her ear as he replied, “A few.” She could tell he was grinning as he did so then he asked, “Why are you intense though?”

When she turned her face to him—so she could whisper to him that she wasn’t necessarily intense, but rather feeling ridiculous walking around people while being blindfolded—her lips brushed against his, and that unexpected sensation just made her want to steal a kiss, or two from him so damn badly. But she swallowed that instant urge and put on a smiley face, because she knew it, deep down, that tonight they’d do way more than just ‘stealing a kiss’. She could picture it in her head now, as she continued to walk with him, her back against his front. She could imagine how it would possibly go and to what extent. How it’d possibly feel, before, during and afterward. Because she was more than certain that, whatever kurt had arranged for tonight must have a convenient time, place where they could do all of that.

Together, they’d been moving forward rather slowly, but at some point they paused completely and Kurt happened to be pressed against her from the front. It also got silent. Oddly silent. Jane’s lips were a tight line as she slid her hands up his chest, over the ridge of his collarbone, close to where his heart was beating underneath the clothes. In comparison to her elevated heartbeat, his maintained a normal rhythm. She felt him lift his hands to her cheeks, cupping them. He was so close now, his warmth engulfing her entire being, which resulted in a warm smile to start appearing on her lips.

“Can you tell where are we now?” He asked softly.

“Umm, at the elevator?” She guessed, her smile growing wider.

“Right! Can you tell if we’re alone or not?”

Jane chuckled. “Definitely alone.”

She was still smiling when she felt his fingers lift her chin then him capture and kiss her lips in earnest. Even with a cloth already against her eyelids, she squeezed her eyes hard, the same way she would even if she wasn’t blindfolded, and kept on kissing him back deeper and pulling him closer.

Too soon, the elevator seemed to have stopped when Kurt gently withdrew after planting his final kiss. Catching her breath, mouth slightly open, a wave of dizziness hit Jane, having experienced that much amount of gravitational forces pull her downward simultaneously while the elevator was pulling her upward. she’d lost all her remaining senses at this point, even breathing was a little hard to manage. And so, she dug her nails into Kurt’s shoulders and held him so close as if to hold on for her life.

They stumbled out of the elevator, half-breathless and already a little disheveled. Kurt held her hand in his and tugged her along with him, through what seemed to feel like a very, very quiet and narrow hallway. Forward they moved. Forward. Turning right. Some more forward. Then turning left.

“Kurt,” Jane called quietly, given how quiet it was so all around her, but all she heard after that was her own voice echoing—and of course the knocking of her heels against the floor as she walked some more forward.

Briefly after that, they finally paused. A sound of door was being opened. She was pulled inside then the door closed behind her. They were certainly alone by now, behind that closed door, Jane thought. Also, it got so warm, almost unbearable, given how she was moved, dragged all the way here. So she just loathed that coat she had on.

“Kurt,” she called again.

“Here,” he assured, as his hand released hers, which she never would’ve allowed it if she hadn’t been sure that he was already stepping closer toward her and then stopped, just like before at the elevator.

He began to unzip her coat and it slid easily when she shrugged it off, impatient for this part to be done since, for her, it was growing hot. The next part, he started to untie the blindfold, and she held her breath as he did so.

“Finally,” she muttered.

Kurt’s smiley face was first thing to see. God, it hadn’t been that long and she already missed that lovely face! He stepped back and began to admire the sight of her surprised as her eyes, wide open, traveled across the place he’d gotten her into.

What must be a hotel room looked so beautifully decorated, pretty huge, and the lighting must be on the dimmest setting it could possibly be without being completely off. On very available surface there were nicely put numerous of candles, each one with a little flame flickering and dancing the way her heart was at this exact moment.

Two meters or three away from where she was standing was oversized bed that dominated a majority of space. A single lamp emitted light from the corner of the room, making it atmospherically feel warm.

When she took a deep breath, a bit overwhelmed, there was this heavy fragrance, which made her slightly turned to the side to see red, velvet roses bouquet. It was so huge. Breathtaking. Beside it there was the cake, and she could smell it too. Finally, there were the shelves filled with so many drinks, huge bottles of them in all brands and colors.

Jane jumped into his space and pressed lips together. It was one kiss but it was long, slow, and it carried so much affection within it. When she pulled back, she told him what that meant to her and thanked him repeatedly, every time came from the bottom of her heart, genuinely meant.

Kurt was quiet, unlike her. He let her express—whether it was in words or by gripping harder onto his neck—how she was feeling, and let her hot breathing tickle his face. He was so appreciative to the sight of her so happy, surprisingly blushed, and carefree. It really suited her, being this much happy. He wished if he could just quickly frim her up in this particular position and take a picture of her, so he could admire it later. But she wouldn’t simply let go of him; she was hugging him in earnest, with fluttering eyes that were framed with wet lashes by now.

“Let’s show you around.” Kurt suggested, after what felt like a full minute. She nodded with a warm smile, intertwined their fingers together, and then they stepped toward the other side of the room, where floor-to-ceiling window took place.

It wasn’t just a huge window, when they got closer to it, it was actually a balcony door. There was an invisible handle at the side and, with a good deal of effort, Kurt pulled it to be opened to the view of the whole city, New York City. From Jane’s point of view, as she stepped in the balcony along with Kurt, there were glimmering lights, bouncing dots of colors that danced and reflected and contrasted with the darkness of the night. The crowd of cars, bustling and honking in desperation to be released, free, she enjoyed watching that part. Not that anyone would ever enjoy being in the crowd itself, but it was quite appealing to her to only watch it from a cozy, high place. And sharing such a place, such a view with Kurt was just... She couldn’t ask for more or less than that. It was the meaning of perfection in her opinion.

The breeze blowing of the wind grew strong by every passing minute, but they stood still and firm, clenching in one another. Eyes sparkling in curiosity, Jane stepped some more forward and, since their hands were still entwined, Kurt stepped along with her to the far side of the balcony. Her free hand clenched on the handrail as she gracefully leaned against the wrought-iron railing and asked thoughtfully, “In which floor are we?”

“The twentieth.” He answered quickly, to which she gasped, turning her head to face him and pretended to look impressed. “Wow!”

Curling her arms around his neck with ease as he pulled her closer by the waist, she narrowed her eyes and wondered aloud, “I wonder how much this costs for one night.”

Kurt seemed to be busy studying the beauty of her features, having her this up close.

“How much?” She repeated, rather louder. This time her eyes were wide; she was seriously asking not like before just wondering.

“I’m not telling you.” He shook his head and, undeniably, there was a laugh in his voice.

“You’re not telling me!” She began, her challenging behavior making him entertained, fail to hide a grin. “You don’t need to know.”

She pretended to pout, then glanced away at the outside scene as her hair gently flow in the wind. But it wasn’t until she felt his mouth patting her ear and whispering, “I just brought you here to enjoy it.” that she looked back at him and, at the close proximity, their foreheads rubbed. “I already am.” She whispered back.

“That’s the only thing that matters.”

They shared a long, loving look, soon followed by a smile then a soft kiss.

As if glued together, they were so close as they headed back into the room and then Kurt turned on the music.

Humming in pleasure, Jane closed her eyes at the beautiful sound of music when it covered the silence with its delightful tunes. She allowed herself to melt against his rigid frame, pressing her forehead against his chest, which just had the right amount of warmth that she was quite addictive to. Voice muffled against his chest, she whispered, “This’s nice.”

The comment made Kurt chuckle softly, not that there was anything funny about it, but it was just a way through which he could express the great pleasure he was experiencing at the moment. And just like him, Jane chuckled softly for the same reason before pulling a little back, only to see his smile creep onto her face.

She tucked that smile into her memory and, smiling back, she tucked her fingers between his own. He squeezed hers in return and possessively slid a hand about the sharp curve of her waist as her free hand rested with a feather-like weight on his shoulder.

Beautiful, beautiful, no other name

I knew from the moment you came

I've seen in your eyes the dawn of a day

Where nothing will ever be the same

And now, they were dancing together, swaying in slow motions as the music spun around them. Everything seemed perfectly going, from the mutual feeling between them to their movements that stayed in sync: when he stepped right, she stepped right. When he stepped forward, she stepped backward. But when he gave her some space and stepped backward and simultaneously lifted their entwined hands, she spun around in an elegant, slow movement, her body resembling the tune to the music. There was a sort of possession, aggressiveness in the way he pulled her back to him after having spun that made her gasp faintly. But then, as a reaction, she bit her lip and looked down at the small space between them, mind recording every fraction of the moment, taking mental images, and most importantly enjoying every emotional sensation.

Feel my heart beating through my chest

I'll get used to just saying "yes"

Yes, I'll love you with all I am

Yes, tonight is where we begin...

His lips were pressed against her forehead for a long moment as they continued to dance in the same way, which was a demonstration to their love for each other. Their real, mutual, simple yet deep love.

Oh, I wanna dance with you

Oh, I'll promise to stand for you

I'll do anything for you

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Tonight, my love all I want

I wanna sing for you

Yeah, I'll sing for you

Happy birthday, baby

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, baby

Happy birthday to you...

The music lasted for more or less five minutes, and when it was starting to fade away, reaching its end, Kurt improvised and, as though she were the center of the universe, he spun around her just the same.

Both fell into soft laughters afterward, before Jane snuck her hands up to his neck and hugged him tightly, and he returned the hug just as tightly. Silence fell again, that pleasant, comforting kind of silent. And so, they lingered in such a position for a moment, neither willing to break apart.

The next moment, Jane hardly detangled herself from his grip then looked over his shoulder, where the all bottles of drinks were nicely settled, and then back at him with a knowing look. Kurt, with no troubles, took the cue and, from his pocket he pulled out the same rose-colored blindfold, raised his chin in pride, then asked her to turn around first, his voice rich and husky.

Surprised Jane raised a brow in response. “Again!”

“Again.”

She rolled her eyes. “You brought me here, to this beautiful place, so you blindfold me!”

“You know," Kurt gripped her shoulders and turned her around himself, and just like the previous time, he tightened the blindfold around her skull as he explained, “I’ve read a quote, just recently, that says something like, the best and most beautiful things in the world aren’t necessarily seen, nor even touched, but rather felt with the heart.” He then turned her around so she was facing him and he added, “I want you to see if that’s really true or not, okay?”

“But I can’t see.” She joked, to which Kurt grinned widely, and simultaneously she matched him with a very similar grin, although she couldn’t see him by now. She could hear it nonetheless.

“You just have to feel.”

With that being said, Jane nodded in acknowledgment, her shoulders relaxed and jaw unclench. Kurt cupped her face into his hands and brought it impossibly close to his own that their lips were touching. “Now, how about some drinks?”

Jane, having been craving that, gave a frim shake of her head. “Yes please! I’m quite thirsty.” She whispered against his mouth, before stealing a wet kiss then another from him.

kissing her back, harder that her head went back, Kurt slid his both hands down from her face to her back and then her hips. He kept roaming his hands all over there in earnest, which felt so damn good. Every curve in her unyielding body that his hands passed by filled in the depths of his pleasure. Just like that, and he was so turned on at this point.

But no matter how he was kissing her almost violently and nipping at her lips, blindfolded Jane was exploring his mouth, tasting him, and licking up every honey-like drop from his lips. Her arms flew all the way up to be wrapped around his neck when she felt her body being held with ease as if she were weightless, lifted, and then sat upon a table.

Panting, unwittingly chuckling, he asked, “Okay, what shall I get you, birthday girl?”

“Dazzle me,” Jane smirked, with an exhaled chuckle lacing through her spoken words. His finger patted her chin before it drew, and then, there was a sense of more empty space around her. He wasn’t in her hand reach now, which made her take a deep breath and await him and the drinks with impatience.

Kurt wasn’t actually that far away from her as he began to prepare a Daiquiri cocktail that contained rum, freshly squeezed lime juice, and sugar syrup. He shook all that together before pouring it into a nice coupette glass then walked back the few paces toward her in pride.

“Hey,” she welcomed him as he approached, feeling his warmth already with a hand in the air to catch him. And he took it, her hand, and replaced it on the glass instead. "Here. Don't be shy to disappoint me." He warned.

After a short sip, a content hum spoke genuinely even before her words did. “Impressive! Not too sharp, not too light and sugary. I love it! Thanks.” She was grinning as she said it, her voice in the sexiest tone. Feeling his palms widespread over her thighs, she raised the glass then took several small sips, knowing that his eyes were fixed on her.

“Glad you liked it.” He said, his own mouth dry, but he did not care to do anything about, not this moment; he was busy staring at her unblinkingly, admiring her and every movement she made, from sipping to swallowing down. Her eyes would’ve been squinting and looking right into his and admiring him just the same way, Kurt thought, if that was an option right now.

Forcefully swallowing the stinging sensation down, after pouring down the last sip, Jane lifted the now empty glass between them in a gesture for a refill, which had Kurt notice the perfect impression of her hot, red lipstick on the glass and he just... admired that too.

“Is it that good?” He asked, after taking the glass.

“So good, haven’t you tasted it?”

“No.”

A smirk pulled at one side of her mouth. “Come here,” she told him, bringing him closer with an arm around his neck at the same time that she opened her mouth to the fullest and took over his own. Her tasty, wet tongue had entered his mouth in ease by now, where it hungrily intertwined with his like a young snake messing with another young snake.

Tasting all that incredible mixture in her sweet, hot tongue, Kurt was also rewarded when her hand ran through his hair for a bit before she pulled him back. “Umm, so luscious,” he breathed.

“I want some more.” She requested with a smile. And so he went to bring her some more. As she waited, there were sounds of a glass clinking another surface and liquid being poured into into it in generous manner. Lastly, there were his easy footsteps approaching, soon followed by the feeling of his warmth. Welcoming him back, she expanded an arm up in the air and when he finally was close to touch, she gripped him so close.

“Let me,” he whispered, and she allowed, so he lifted the glass to her plush lips for slow sips. She enjoyed every sip was poured into her mouth and he enjoyed every second that passed at the sight of her cheeks go rosier from the booze.

And so, she parted her lips once more, on an assumption that another sweet sip would be in its way inside her mouth, only to feel the iced liquid running all over her neck, her chest, to which she gasped, recoiled back, and heard Kurt rushing to say sorry.

“Kurt,”

She pushed him back and was so close to standing on her feet and taking the damn blindfold off when he held her hands still in place. “It’s okay, nothing happened,” he soothed, “I’m sorry it spilled out. Now we just have to take your dress off; it’s all damp and cold.”

Mouth parted, she shivered a little before nodding. “You did it, didn’t you, Kurt?” She claimed him, at which he mischievously grinned as he helped her stand up on her feet. “What?” He pretended to sound busy, slipping down the zipper of her dress from the back then, with an effort he made, begun to lift it all the way up. She rose her arms without needing to be asked. As soon as the collar was clear of her head she was already ditching her heels out of the way, with a hand upon his shoulder for support.

He was gone after that and Jane, naked only saved for a pair of underwear, stood there in what felt like a vacant space in absolute darkness behind the blindfold, hands empty at her sides. “I know you spilled it over me, Kurt.” She pretended to complain, also aware that her voice had a touch of relief at having been freed from that tight dress. Now the direct contact between her skin and the air felt nice, but what would feel even nicer was his touch against her skin.

“Are you gonna hate me for that?” She heard him say from a decent distance, then heard a breath that might be a laugh. “Not if you you come right here right now.” was her condition.

He was trying to frustrate her, she knew. It wasn’t in him to do such things, but the day was full of surprises. He’d ruined her dress already, spilled the drink all over her when she’d least expected it, and now God only knew what he was doing.

But even though she wasn’t seeing him, she was able to hear his breathing, hard, out of his nose like an animal. She could also feel his gaze hot on her from head to toe, which made her covered in a thin sheen of sweat all over her chest and between her thighs, the sparking center of her desire. That was all because of her insides, being boiled from stress, from arousal, and from anticipation.

She could, of course, end all of that with the tip of her finger either pull the blindfold down to hang around her neck, or up and then toss it in the air. And, having waited long enough, she threatened him to do so, “You know that I can take this off with the tip of my finger, right?” She supported her threatening words by pointing an index finger at the piece of cloth over her eyes.

Just then he finally surfaced. “Don’t. I’m right here.” Said Kurt, finally approaching her from the back then reached out, wrapping his arms around her middle very, very strongly that she really didn’t need to use her feet anymore, and melted against him, her head falling back, when his lips met her ear. She twisted her neck so her lips could kiss wherever she could reach in the given position, while desperately shrinking a hand then snuck it between their bodies. But he gathered her both hands quickly, that were only seconds away from undoing his belt, then lifted them up and kissed and patted them.

“Kurt...” she hissed, and her disapproval was very, very obvious by the tone of her voice. “Enough with the teasing, Kurt.” She begged him, who continued to kiss her hands, which by now were wrestling his grip. He retaliated by hauling her against him in a loving way. “There’s one one thing before that.” He tried to assure.

“What?” She breathed, from both her mouth and nose.

He revealed her eyes, lowering the blindfold so it was hanging around her neck as he clumsily walked her forward, his front to her back. He hooked his chin over her shoulder and, because of how heavy he was leaning against her back, she had to brace her hands against the table they reached that had the cake upon it.

It wasn’t large, the cake, but it really didn’t need to be. After all, it was just the both of them tonight. There would be a larger party for Jane with their friends later this weekend. But today, Jane was booked for him. And only him.

So he started lighting the candles on the cake, one arm doing so while the other still hugging her by the waist so firmly, then he said, his warm breathing tickling her ear, “I got you this cake from the same store we got our wedding cake, remember? and it’s the same exact recipe. You seemed to have loved it so much back then, so I thought I should get you the same.”

He tilted his head then, so he could see her reaction: she was stunned, eyes fluttering and face awash with emotions. Her makeup and hair that had looked gorgeous once, now looked out of place. “Yeah, I loved it.” She mumbled.

“Make a wish,” he encouraged.

“Should it be out loud?” She asked, twisting her neck so she could meet his face.

“Not necessarily,” he smiled, and then she turned both her head and attention back at the cake ahead of her. The thin candles planted at the top with mini flames dancing made her heart warm, and so she made a wish, within the bottom of her heart.

I want this to last.

She’d meant a lot by just saying this. And then, as if she were going to dive into the ocean, she drew in a deep breath then blew it out until all the candles went off, at which she grinned in absolute happiness then was rewarded with a genuine kiss over her cheek.

“Happy birthday, love.”

She closed her eyes, inhaling this moment in particular. “Thank you,” she whispered as she once more twisted her neck and kissed him one, deep, long kiss.

“Now comes the taste test. See if this still tastes like our wedding day or not.” He eased one hand from her waist, replaced it over hers, and both their hands held the knife. Together, they cut the cake into half, their hands steady and their faces awash of happiness.

Kurt gripped a fork and with it he took a forkful of the cake, then straight up to her mouth. He waited just a second before asking, “Is it good? Is it the same?” which made Jane fight between chewing the chunk of cake and laughing at his impatience. But then she brought a hand up to her lips and laughed and chewed and shook her head yes all at once.

Her taste bud felt like it just went to a wonderland. In other words: the cake tasted amazing, so nostalgic, and just the same as their wedding day. When she had just barely swallowed that down, she was rewarded with another forkful of cake that she accepted. “The cream is just so good.” She told him as she turned her face to face him, humming happily and chewing.

“Really?”

She hummed some more, shaking her head yes, to which he brought up a forkful of the vanilla cream to her mouth, only to pull it away from her mouth reach the second she tried to take it in.

He laughed.

She frowned.

He then again offered the same fork up close to her mouth, which she rejected it this time around.

“I thought you loved the the cream!”

“I don’t want it anymore.”

“Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“Yes Kurt and you know what I want now.”

“Okay, I’ll have it then, just after I put this back because you no longer need to see things, right?” He’d covered her eyes again by now, to which she said nothing and stayed still.

The following seconds, she felt a strong contrast sensation between the coolness of the cream over her chest—being applied there—and the warmth of Kurt’s tongue licking it all over there. Moan out loud at the sensation was all she could do, and feel like falling down from pleasure was all she felt before she was caught close to his body, lifted, and laid upon the bed in matters of seconds.

Then he was everywhere. She felt him everywhere all at once. Stroking, kissing. His fingers tugging at the remaining the underwear she still had on until he stripped them off. His mouth wet and sucking over her. Nipping teeth. Hoarsely voiced words of love and praise.

He tore his lips from hers then pulled back for a bit, during which she breathed heavily, still feeling the staying power of his kisses and strokes all over her body. And before long, she felt him lift the blindfold and toss it aside.

Wide-eyed, Jane stared at him in appropriation: he was so charming, fully naked. For all her impatience earlier, though, she didn’t seem to rushe now. She brought him closer that theirs lashes brushed against each other yet their eyes maintained opened to the fullest as she brushed away what she could from the sweat building up all over his back with her palms.

“Have you concluded, if it is true or not? What I have told you earlier.” Kurt only intended to keep his voice quiet, but it emerged so, so soft.

She swallowed, her hand making its very obvious way to the length of him. “I don’t think...I don’t think it’s true.” She managed to say, as she guided him to the inside of her warmth. The two muffed their moans by joining their mouth together before Jane grinned, gasped as it got intense, the sensation, then breathed out. “It might be true, though...for me, touching and...looking at you like this feels so good...So damn good.”

Kurt grinned then kissed her in the neck, allowing her to catch her breath before he settled on the right position to take her in.

“You impressed me a lot today—breathing—come on, impress me some more.” She mumbled in encouragement, and he laced his fingers through hers, pinned them against the pillow, then began doing his magic on her.

Briefly after this round followed by another, the two were bathed in sweat, lying down impossibly close to each other on top of perfectly made bed that had every corner of its blanket still fitted in the right place. But when they gained some strength back, they rose and talked for whatever had reminded of the night, pressing kisses or throwing light punches every now and then.

They talked dirty, lovingly, and everything in between. Among the talking, Jane cupped Kurt’s face with a smirk in her face and threatened him, “When your birthday comes, I’ll whip your back as my gift for you and you won’t say anything about it.”

“Will you remember my Birthday when it comes?”

“I will! Just because mine slipped my mind doesn’t mean yours will.”

“Will see about that.”

Even after two in the morning, they refused to go to sleep. Instead, they poured some more alcohol and drunk it together as though they were opponents in a contest, who would drink more and do it faster.

As for the present time, Jane smiles as these memories of last night start to surface. Next she pulls off the blanket, and just when she’s making progress to get up, she collapses back against the mattress with a groan. Her head is heavy like a rock. Tense. It almost feels like there’s an iron ring tightening around her skull, to which grimaces, realizing what a serious hangover she is going to have for the next few hours.

Bringing her fingers up to her temples and massages it there while inhaling every bit of air her lungs could take in. She wonders what time it is. It must be late-morning or noon, she guessed and continued massaging her temples, and did that for a while, closing her eyes in the process.

When she feels the slightest progress, she wraps herself with a robe, gets out of bed, and goes straight to the far wall, where she draws the curtains and open the door to the balcony.

It’s a refreshing morning, and the room is in desperate need of fresh air. It also is chilly outside, but not what you would call cold. She can smell Fall in the air, and she loves that feeling so much.

The sunlight streams in and the curtains rustle in the breeze. Behind her back, she begins to feel of heat coming—that heat must be coming from another body. She then turns around and, without even looking into his face, she presses her entire being against him in a generous hug.

“Do you feel the same way I feel right now?” He asks with a chuckle, his mouth against the top her head as she shakes it yes. “Yeah, but it’s definitely worth it for me. How about you?”

He only chuckles some more.

#blindspot #jeller #holidayblindspot #blindspot fanfic

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