#Non-Sexual Intimacy

[elinekeit-artstuff]

Every time we kiss

we confirm the new world coming.

Excerpt from American Wedding, by Essex Hemphill

[dtblrficsupport]

this fic literally re-wrote my brain chemistry its soso good and the themes of rebirth and starting anew are just *chef's kiss* https://archiveofourown.org/works/52731736

Let It Flood, Let It Flood, by @sappymix1

Synopsis: “Let me undress you,” he whispered, and Dream nodded. George pulled his shirt over his head, a little bit quick and a lot clumsy. What was easier was removing Dream’s belt, George’s fingers quick and nimble as they undid the buckle and pulled it from his baggy jeans, and it wasn’t long before all that was left of them was two piles of clothes on the floor bleeding into one another, as Dream took George’s hand and carefully pulled him into the shower.

The water was hot enough that it burned, but George beamed the second that he was under it. “It’s not too warm, is it?” Dream asked anyway, self conscious at the notion that he could have fucked up the first thing he had done for George after he got home.

“It’s perfect,” George said, a little bit forceful, like he had known what was going on inside Dream’s head, what thoughts the distance had let fester a bit more than Dream would have liked.

- it's a new year, and they shower.

no matter how much time has passed, an author will always be thrilled about a new comment on their fic :D

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[dnffics]

seashells

by sappymix1

Rated E, 20.5k words

Tags: Oral Fixation, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Sexual Content

Summary:

He could see George's teeth – his perfect front teeth, like little iridescent seashells pressed to his gums – working at his lip. Not biting it, not the harsh mean pressure Dream had put on himself a million times, just rubbing against it. It felt the same way that it did when George clutched his hands together. A safety thing. And Dream thought back to scraggly hoodie strings lit by New Years fireworks. Dream had never been good at moving from place A to place B. It always felt awkward and stilted and like he was two seconds from tripping over his own feet. Maybe that’s why he and George had been stumbling over what their relationship was becoming for months now. But asking George if he wanted Dream to put his fingers in his mouth only felt like the next natural step, he supposed. - George likes having something in his mouth. Dream likes George.

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 As You Are by ilip13

💙 As You Are

by ilip13 (@ilip13)

M, 15k, Wangxian

Part of the Wangxian Summer Exchange 2021

Summary:"You want me to help you zip up your dress?" Lan Zhan just wants to verify. It never hurts to be sure, with Wei Ying. Wei Ying chews on his lower lip. It’s not quite as red as the dress, but it’s close — dark where the dress is bright, but the same kind of liveliness, the same seductive lure. "Yeah? If you don’t mind." * Lan Zhan's roommate starts wearing dresses. Lan Zhan finds himself helping. Kay's comments: Hnnnnnngg, this story. It's so good, so soft, so hot. Everything about it is just so great. Ili, I am on my knees. In which Wangxian are roommates and Wei Wuxian starts wearing dresses. It awakens something in Lan Wangji. They are so gone for each other and he's being such a sweetheart, caring so well for Wei Wuxian while holding back so much because he also just really wants to fuck him senseless. *chef's kiss* Excerpt: Then Wei Ying slips the jacket on, turns around and flips his hair back over his shoulders, and. Oh. He looks fuckable. He looks utterly, impossibly fuckable. His hair frames his face, giving him a soft, open appearance, the loose strands reaching just past his collarbones, above where the dress starts. His jacket ends at the waistline, tight-fitted, accentuating the narrow circumference of his hips even further, and that dress… It’s inviting without being promiscuous, lively without being too gaudy. Wei Ying prances towards the long mirror hanging by his door, examines himself critically, then turns to Lan Zhan and asks, "Well? How do I look?" Fuckable. Which isn’t something Lan Zhan ever imagined he would think about any person wearing a dress, least of all his overly-excited, far-too-often-irritating roommate.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, roommates, mutual pining, getting together, crossdressing, non-sexual intimacy, gender exploration, gender non-conforming wei wuxian, light dom/sub, top lan wangji/bottom wei wuxian, sadist lan wangji, masochist wei wuxian, dominant lan wangji, submissive wei wuxian, light bdsm, breathplay, spanking, undernegotiated kink, friends to lovers, love confessions, part wei wuxian/others, last lan wangji/others

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[girlsgoneplague]

Spock headcannons, don't judge me i just think he's neat

He will NEVER ask you to neglect your duties but he will often apologize for putting you in harms way, even if its not his fault

Anytime you want to watch a movie he indulges you because he can get work done while you're leaning against him (but it is hard to watch dramas they infuriate him)

If you're an Ensign your relationship is quite secret but to be honest only people close to him will notice anything is different

Once you become a lieutenant he takes you out to dinner in the mess hall, and MANY people realize you're together but its still just a rumor since no one can read his facial expressions

You don't often get in harms way, but he almost broke a PADD whenever he found out your ankle got broken while running away, he doesn't recall any other details of rhe mission only that you were nearly left behind

Theres no kissing him in public, you respect his privacy and he has never had the urge to kiss you in front of anyone because he knows that what you share is for each other to enjoy.

There have been quite a few times (after a close call) where he did hold his hand out for a vulcan kiss, and somehow it makes you blush more than when he asks you in private to kiss like humans

There have been only a few times where Kirk has attempted to tease you both, but when you got hurt and spock nearly broke multiple pieces of equipment he realized that he wouldn't get a rise out of either of you unless he did something crazy

Kirk regularly gives him advice about dates because they're in fact the bestest of friends

His dates mostly consist of legitimate quality time, playing games together, eating dinner and discussing your day, or even just reviewing particularly interesting mission logs you've went on without each other

Bones had to physically restrain Spock more than once from leaving the med bay (so he could see you) and you're the only one that can convince him to take Bones adivice

Before you dated Kirk and Bones bet on every aspect of your relationship and once Spock found out he waited 2 weeks to tell them you were together

Spock never thinks about retiring but anytime you're allowed shore leave he imagines life with you to be enough. after he's gotten too old to be with starfleet of course

And if anyone is wondering, no he will never do public sex, this is Spock and in my opinion he only does it every once in awhile because he doesn't find it as satisfying as spending time with you and making conversation.

Side note even though this is x reader Spock is for sure in love with Kirk thats just a fact

I also couldn't decide which version to use so here's both!

[graciereadshannigram]

Kinktober Day 18: Massage

me?? grace?? writing something that is not rated E for Explicit???

i just really wanted to explore some non sexual intimacy between them and gah, love how it turned out.

After surviving their fall, Hannibal and Will have retreated into a secluded life, far from the violence that once defined them. As they heal, both physically and emotionally, they find themselves navigating a new kind of intimacy—one marked not by bloodshed, but by quiet tenderness. When Hannibal’s lingering pain from their shared ordeal becomes too much to ignore, Will offers something unexpected: a simple, caring touch. What begins as an act of physical relief soon becomes something deeper, as Hannibal, long starved of gentle contact, is forced to confront a vulnerability he’s spent years denying.

hope y'all enjoy, please let me know what you think!! <3

[jomiddlemarch]

And thy mercy shall follow me

6. She woke at dawn.

She lay on her side, her face turned to the courtyard which was filling with the morning’s light. There was a perfect clarity in how it made everything which had been one in night become individual and beautiful in the way of ordinary things. She felt herself like the night’s shadows, a darkness without border, cold and alone. Bereft.

It was a terrible moment to wake and feel John was dead.

She sobbed, once, and swallowed the sound.

“Hush, my lady, all is well,” John said.

She was so startled, she could not move. And then she became aware she could not move because she was held in the circle of his arms, her head pillowed on one, the other wrapped around her. She held his hand in hers, clasped against her breast, their fingers laced together. It was a lovers’ embrace, one she had never shared with her husband, nor any man. He was alive and though warm, his fever had dropped and the hand that she held was steady.

“You are better,” she said. “The Lord has brought you through your crisis.”

“…though I shall go in the midst of shadow of death; I shall not dread evils, for thou art with me,” he said, the Portuguese slower than usual. He was trying to give her the feeling of the English words, how they rang in his mind. “Thou, Mariko, hast brought me through—”

“That is blasphemy,” she said. Aghast, she could not yet ignore the spark of joy within herself to be arguing with him again. The overwhelming sense of peace that came from lying with him and knowing him to be alive, to be still inviolably, himself.

“You already knew me to be a heretic,” he said. “I can’t see how this should trouble you any more than any other transgressions of mine.”

Mariko was silent.

Beneath her, she felt John’s arm become tense.

“You are not truly wroth, are you, Mariko-sama? I intended only to express my gratitude for what you have done for me. How much it meant to me to hear your voice through the pain and the terror. To feel your hands upon me, so gentle, when everything else hurt so greatly,” he said. She had never heard him sound shy before, never beseeching, vulnerable. She did not believe any man of her acquaintance would allow himself such openness with a woman who was not a courtesan, paid for pleasure and even more, discretion.

“I am not angry. I am not even as surprised as I ought to be,” she said. Their hands were still clasped, pressed against her bare skin as her robe had loosened in the night. She looked within herself for shame or dismay, could find nothing but relief. Gladness. 

There was a tremendous comfort in being close to him and she would have to give it up.

Soon enough.

“Sugi will come in shortly, with a meal and tea,” she said. It was a warning, rendered in the most delicate fashion.

“And we should not be found thus,” he said, blunt and bold as before he’d fallen ill. Himself.

“No,” she said. “But a few moments remain.” 

A few, little enough to satisfy. To live on.

“My cup runneth over,” he said.

[bluelead35]

donne un baiser (alhaitham and zhongli)

 zhongli x gn!reader, alhaitham x gn!reader

sfw, comfort, kisses, confessions, fluff, domestic fluff, non-sexual intimacy

word count: 1k 

ALHAITHAM 

His divine eyes stare at your own before dropping his gaze down to your lips. His headphones off, exposing his concealed ears. The tips were carved carefully just like the dendro archon’s ears, but more elf-like. His hands shook despite being skilled in writing and with his hands, but the nerves seethed up inside. His heartbeat was practically jumping out of his chest. Your hand caressed his left ear and upon his touch, his ear turned red. Who knew these were so sensitive. He had grown to trust you. He had grown to trust you enough to expose his non-human ears, and they were gorgeous. You reveled in the fact this was a secret shared only to you, and you wanted to kiss him right then there. And he shared the same feeling. Your touch on his ear felt soft, comforting, and safe. He felt protected and only cared about how you felt. With you, he could put down the mask, stim whenever he needed, and express himself in the way he was familiar with and not have to face slander. He was special to you, and you were special to him. That’s why in the comfort of his own home-just the two of you as his roommate had gone out for drinks with a few friends, you sat on the comfortable chair with him next to you, touch lingering on each of you. Sure, there were two glasses empty, but the bottle of the source was practically full and none of you could have beat Kaveh at being lightweight. So this was true. “Thanks for tonight.” You said, as he nodded, hands still shaking. What was he going to do? Carefully, he leaned in softly, his hand snaking up to your cheek and caressing it with his thumb. “Could I kiss you?” He whispered soft and quiet. The rest of the house seemed quite loud, but his whisper was barely heard. You gulped and nodded at his confession. Kisses with him are inexperienced, rough at first, as it takes both of you to mold with one another, but as time goes on. His hand rests on your cheek, and yours on his exposed ears. He holds you carefully like you are a mirror about to shatter into a million pieces, and kisses you until his very last breath. His lips are on you as if his eyes were on a piece of knowledge yet to be discovered. His lips are soft and mold with yours cutely, as you two kiss on the lips for hours on end, sometimes ending with a forehead kiss. He loves sharing a quick cheek kiss or forehead kisses after the day's end. Kisses are filled with the taste of coffee on his own lips, and his natural scent takes up all of your senses-old books and the smell of the ground after it has been raining. 

ZHONGLI 

Beneath the night sky as it fills up with lanterns guiding past soldiers home, and the music connecting with the old spirits of Liyue, time becomes  whole again. The smell of incense and gunpowder takes up the air from the fireworks dancing in the sky, and the sea by the city softly waves to its passerbys. The city might become bustling with people and busy, but it is where things settle. After days filled with fighting, your limbs are sore. The battle scars decorate your body like stars and lanterns in the sky. He looks at you with a soft gaze, something sweet and so endearing. His lips twitch when his golden eyes drift down to your own lips. He clears his throat at the tension, and carefully places some herbs in your hands. His hands are larger than yours, and big enough to crush them like rocks, but you don’t seem to worry too much. His voice shakes when he laughs like earthquakes and the mighty formations of the city of contracts. So beneath the clear moon sky, wine shared, with new friends and becoming a new memory, he leans closer, wishing to see how you taste with the scent of the fresh air mixed with gunpowder and the ocean salt in the air. His body jolts back however when he realizes that he’s in the city overlooking everything on a seat outside of a restaurant. If word got out that the mysterious consultant was kissing you at Lantern Rite then how would that have gone. Would Hu Tao tease him relentlessly? Would Xiao grumble in disgust? But for you, that was not going to stop him. “Would you like to accompany me somewhere? I have the perfect spot to show you.” He spoke, his hand reaching out for yours as he stood up from the seat. You were going to voice your concerns about the bill, but you realized that Childe was going to pay for it so you took his hand. You two walked through the night sky through the green grass that decorated the hills of Liyue, as he guided you from the steep cliffs with his hand in yours carefully. He picked a glaze lily for you and perked behind your ears. You immediately teared up at the gesture, after knowing the history beneath these flowers and the legacy of the late goddess of dust, you wrapped his hands around his waist in thanks. He chuckled at this action, lifting up your chin with your fingers. His eyes begging you to form a contract with him. And so you did. Despite the last contract being made during the events of the past, he swore to protect you, love you, and adore you, just as he did Guizhong-no more than he did Guizhong. Kisses with him are filled with the taste of wine brewed many years ago and the taste of teas from natural plants and herbs. His smell of oak and earth take you up and consume you, as his kisses are soft and comforting as they turn passionate beneath the roof of a home. His eyes always scan for discomfort before closing them himself to fully immerse him into the passionate embrace. He loves you oh so much and never wants time to take you away. 

[aziraphales-library]

Thank you all for running this blog and providing endless hours of entertainment!

Do you know any fics with Aziraphale playing with/doing Crowley's hair?

Here are some fics in which Aziraphale touches Crowley’s hair...

All Was Well In The World by ethanollieazra (G)

“Angel? Ev’rythin’ alright?” he murmured, sleep in his voice.

Aziraphale couldn’t help but reach forward to cup Crowley’s face. He brushed a tender circle on the demon’s cheek, pulling forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Everything is perfect, my dear.”

———

Lying in bed as the early morning sun creeps through the window, Aziraphale begins to braid Crowley’s hair.

Darling, we need to talk about your hair by Crowletto (G)

Aziraphale might have noticed Crowley's hair one or two times over the centuries. It's nothing to lose a good night of sleep about. But sometimes, an angel can't help but wonder...

The Deepest Pit by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Stricken by unexplained depression, Crowley gets stuck in bed. He can’t even cheer up once Aziraphale comes to check on him. But as always, Aziraphale is happy to keep him company even in the darkest moments.

it talks in tongues and quiet sighs by argentconflagration (E)

Crowley's going to burst. He's going to discorporate on the spot, right here. He closes his eyes and sighs in contentment and assent, and Aziraphale kisses him. It's not deep, but it goes on and on -- Crowley could stay like this forever, and he'd like to believe Aziraphale feels the same. One of Aziraphale's hands is in Crowley's shirt, making tiny grasping motions that Crowley isn't sure Aziraphale is even aware of. But finally Aziraphale pulls back and rests his forehead on Crowley's. He stares into his eyes for a long moment, and takes a long breath in and out. Then he stands up, straightening his waistcoat. "Thank you for that," he says quietly, cheeks pink and gaze still lingering on Crowley's eyes.

Aziraphale and Crowley settle in together, softly and slowly. There's kisses and hair braiding and whispered words of affirmation. It's soft, y'all.

Let Our Walls Cave In by JekkieFan (G)

A month had passed since the Armageddon-that-never-was. And with the new era came a new style. Crowley wasn’t sure in what way he’d change his wardrobe yet. One thing was for sure: he was growing his hair out.

Or, five times the ineffable idiots make excuses for Aziraphale to play with Crowley's hair, and one time they don't.

Angelic Whispers by AppleSeeds (T)

Crowley runs a very popular ASMR YouTube channel, but is considering applying for a job at a real life ASMR spa. He books an appointment as a client to try out the experience for himself, but becomes completely flustered when he meets the ridiculously gorgeous ASMR therapist, Aziraphale, who will be spending the next hour giving him unrelenting personal attention.

and you can say that my hair's a disgrace by Phoenix_Soar (T)

Angels don’t shield Demons. Well, Angels typically don’t disobey orders* and give away their Heaven-issued flaming swords, either.

or

The Author Set Up an Entire Fic Just to Make Aziraphale Touch Crowley's Long Hair ... over the course of 6000 years!

- Mod D

[acemdzsfan]

I would like to be able to have a giant cuddle pile with all my friends.

Unfortunately that involves connecting to more than one person and I am very bad at that.

[chillychive]

Good friends are literally the best. I love that my Besties have realized they can touch me, and hug me and lean on me and rest their head against me when they’re tired, and flop on me, and sit close to me. I love that they don’t apologize when we accidentally touch. I love that they hold my hand and offer hugs when I’m sad, and force me to bend down for head pats. I love that they never stopped offering affection, even when I kept saying no. I love that I finally said yes. I loved that they’re defendable. I love that they care. I love that they love me. I love that they make it OK. I love that they make it so much less complicated than it feels. I love that they’ve taught me sometimes, it’s OK to just touch and hold, and not think so much. I love that they’ve shown me all the ways that love can be love, without romance, without sex, without complications. I love that my friends have taught me how to love.

[ladylilithprime]

60 + 62 Casaraph 🪿

60. Poorly Timed Confession

62. Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)

Ohhh, this... this sent me places.....

Sequel to With A Touch Of Your Hand

MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL was perhaps the flimsiest excuse that anyone could think of to have an Archangel and an Angelic renegade who were technically running opposite sides of a Heavenly civil war to meet up in declared neutral territory once a week. Unsurprisingly, it was Dean who had come up with it after Sam had first announced his invitation to Raphael to come back for regular breaks that oh so coincidentally might also have Castiel in attendance taking a break of his own. When Sam questioned why football, Dean had muttered something about "proving Rachel wrong" and asked Castiel what kind of game day snacks would be best to serve to an Angel or Archangel and huffed in offense when Castiel had deadpanned, "Not pork rinds."

Of course, given that the two celestial beings who were invited to these suddenly "traditional and sacred" game nights were, in fact, leading two sides of a supposed civil war as part of an elaborate ruse to flush out the root cause of the corruption of the Host that had led to the attempt at kicking off the Apocalypse early, it was not often that both of them could be there at the same time. Dean had declared that since Sam wanted to play Switzerland then he was responsible for entertaining Angels outside of the actual air time of the game, which led to several very interesting conversations between Sam and Castiel or Sam and Raphael, or even all three of them with Sam acting as both mediator and sounding board to the pair as they tried to sort through their respective avenues of investigation.

Currently, Sam was sitting on the couch with Raphael indulging in a casual intimacy that he hadn't had the opportunity for since Jess's death: he was painting Raphael's vessel's nails with a luminescent shade of golden yellow-orange called "Temple" from a brand that purported to be one hundred percent vegan and cruelty free. The nail polish itself had been found by Castiel, after a stray comment the week before last had led to a discussion of casual intimacies that were safe for angels to carry out among or even with humans. He had brought the bottle of polish, and a further two bottles of clear polish which were intended as "base coat" and "top coat" respectively, the next week and left them in Sam's keeping when Raphael had been unable to attend. Now Raphael was sat sideways on the couch with their left hand resting in Sam's own as his right hand carefully drew the polish-laden brush over each nail to create an even coat of color.

"The delicacy is not unlike wing grooming," Raphael remarked after several minutes of scrutiny as Sam worked. At Sam's encouraging hum, the Archangel continued, "Our wings are the one part of our being that cannot be compressed inside of a vessel requiring us to hold them constantly on a parallel plane of existence to maintain discretion in our movements and protect mortals and ourselves from certain... unwise interactions."

"Like what?" Sam asked, then added quickly, "If you don't mind telling me. I'll understand if it's not something I need to know or shouldn't know."

"There is no harm in you knowing," Raphael assured him. A bit more thoughtfully, they added, "Frankly, it will likely be better for you to have this knowledge in the long run. Firstly, I trust that I do not need to explain the vulnerability that being unable to conceal our wings, this singular aspect of our true forms that can be perceived and manipulated on the physical plane, brings?"

"Yeah, I get that part," Sam nodded, willing his cheeks to stop burning as his mind drew the obvious parallels between Angel wings and human genitals, sensitive and kept covered to avoid them hanging out and being a point of vulnerability to both pleasure and pain.

"Hm," Raphael hummed softly, looking amused. "Yes, that is an apt analogy, and a similar level of intimacy is involved with deliberate touch of wings, whether it be wings to wings or wings to angelic appendages or human hands. Between two Angels, touching another's wings is only ever done between the closest of brethren, most especially between mated pairs, and there is a... structure to those touches and wing movements not unlike human body language and courtship motions. It forms bonds between our Grace, strengthening with repeated contact, and solemnized by exchanging feathers the way your culture would have two humans exchange rings."

"Wow," Sam blinked, amazed and intrigued. He almost voiced the thought that he wished he could see Angel wings in order to be able to watch the way they moved, maybe gain insight into Angelic culture by watching this whole facet of body language he had been unaware of, but held back the words just in time. Instead, he said carefully, "I take it that it's different for humans touching Angel wings? Other hand."

"In one very specific way," Raphael agreed, withdrawing their left hand to rest on their thigh as they presented their right hand to Sam's attentions. "When a human, whose soul is threaded so closely throughout their body, makes skin contact with an Angel's wing, the bond formed between that human and that Angel is much stronger than the light bonds formed between Angels, closer in strength to a fully solemnized mateship bond, and it snaps into being instantaneously with the first touch. This can have some rather awkward and uncomfortable consequences for both the human and the Angel, particularly if either one were unwilling to be mated - married - to the other."

"Yikes," Sam winced, making a mental note to warn Dean away from ever getting handsy with an any Angel wings unless he and the Angel were both ready for a big time eternal commitment. "Definitely a good reason to keep your wings off the physical plane if one accidental touch could trap you into a marriage with a stranger."

"Indeed," Raphael chuckled, smiling at Sam with approval and a bit of fondness. "You understand the issue well. Fortunately, the risk of bonding does not carry over to our shed feathers, otherwise any human who got their hands on one would shortly have to contend with an unhappy Angelic spouse and vice versa. Naturally, a human who is willingly bonded with an Angel or even Angels is in a better position to acquire said shed feathers, but I understand they are regarded highly as spell components down here among those knowledgeable in the magickal arts and fetch a high price."

"Er, yeah," Sam mumbled, keeping his eyes fixed on his careful painting. "Angel feathers are an expensive commodity in the magick user crowd, at least according to Bobby. Scarcity and all that, since Angels weren't coming down here much."

Raphael hummed a little in acknowledgement, and Sam remembered suddenly that Castiel had once said Raphael had been one of the most outspoken in Heaven for keeping Angels and Angelic affairs off of Earth until such time as it could no longer be avoided.

Before either one of them could say anything further, Raphael straightened a millisecond before Sam heard the woosh and rustle of displaced air and wingbeats of an incoming Angel's flight. The Archangel didn't move to stand or withdraw their hands, however, so Sam kept working, assuming that it was likely someone expected. He was right, as barely a heartbeat later the familiar tan trenchcoat entered the edge of his field of view. "Hey, Cas. Glad you could make it."

"Hello, Sam," Castiel greeted him easily before he visibly and audibly turned his attention to Sam's present company with his usual deference and warmth. "Raphael. I am glad you are here. I have made a momentous discovery since last we met."

"I, too, have made a discovery, Castiel," Raphael murmured, before seeming to shake themself a bit and beckoned him forward to join them and Sam on the couch. "You may report your discovery first, if you wish."

"Thank you," Castiel returned, coming to sit on Sam's other side. Sam guessed it was so he and Raphael could face each other without interrupting Sam's attention to Raphael's nails. "I found the demon dealing in souls that don't end up earmarked for the hellhounds, and it isn't a demon at all. It's Balthazar."

"Balthazar?" Raphael repeated, clearly startled, which quickly turned to consternation. "Is he not meant to be guarding the Armoury of Heaven?"

"Indeed he is, and I questioned him to that effect," Castiel answered. "At first he attempted to put me off by declaiming responsibility and blaming me for my 'bad influence' in 'throwing over duty to go off the rails and do whatever the hell you want'. His words."

"Balthazar would never be so crude," Raphael murmured thoughtfully. "A ploy?"

"Indeed," Castiel said, and actually smiled. To Sam, he explained, "Balthazar is unconventional at times, but his loyalty to Heaven is absolute. Once I was able to impress upon him the current state of affairs, he let slip that his true intent was stealing the entire armoury from Heaven and hiding it on Earth so that neither side would be able to use those weapons to devastate Heaven. He was quite taken aback when I approved of his caution and bid him not to tell me anything of where they have been hidden."

"Well, the does bode well for the success of our ruse," Raphael said, frowning slightly. "That is not all you discovered, is it? You are still vibrating."

Sam, who hadn't noticed any actual movement from Castiel at all, blinked. "Vibrating?"

"His wings," Raphael clarified, nodding to the apparently not actually empty space at Castiel's side. "I am aware that you cannot see them, so you will have to trust me that they are quite animated with excitement."

"It might be nothing," Castiel temporized, "but it was something Balthazar said when he thought I wanted the weapons. He said that he had hidden them so well that not even Naomi's pet butcher could dig the location out of him."

"Naomi," Raphael breathed, eyes going wide. "Of all the angels... of course she would be the best positioned to compel and influence members of the Host into dissent and rebellion even while claiming otherwise, and so trusted snd respected as to be considered beyond reproach! But who did he mean by her butcher...?"

"If I may hazard a guess? Thaddeus," Castiel replied grimly. "He is never far from Naomi, and the way he watches some of us... particularly those of us whom Michael tapped as needing correction and reeducation in the past...."

"I see," Raphael grimaced, their expression going briefly ill before settling on apologetic. "Castiel...."

"I know," Castiel murmured back, shifting slightly. Whatever he did, it made Raphael's eyelids flutter briefly in pleasure before going wide with surprise. "It is, as the humans say, water under the dock."

"Bridge," Sam couldn't help but correct, a bit absently as he carefully capped the bottle of clear coat. "The expression is water under the bridge, referring to a bridge of forgiveness between two people or groups built over the troubled waters of whatever argument had separated them into opposing sides."

"An apt metaphor," Raphael said, nodding. "You are done with my nails, then?"

"Yep," Sam nodded, gathering up all three bottles and twisting to hand them to Castiel since he had been the one to get the polish in the first place. "They just need to dry now, and that'll only take about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes tops."

"With the time differential between Earth and Heaven, we can still remain for the game before leaving to act on this intelligence," Castiel offered. "Did you wish to discuss your own discovery?"

"Oh!" Raphael blinked, then blinked again, and then inexplicably began to blush. "Yes, I... It is not so monumentous or relevant to our efforts as your information, more personal, but it was... impactful and will likely bear some discussion."

"I will endeavor to assist you in any way that I can, my Prince," Castiel said, and Sam was definitely not imagining the warmth and affection in the Angel's tone that turned such a formal address into what sounded like an endearment. "What have you discovered?"

"I believe I am falling in love with Sam," Raphael announced.

.....Wait, what?!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/57791659

just really soft dnfies working on fusion together <3

Like A Movie (You Saw In Your Youth) , by @dnfity

“Dream,” George continues, “did you not hear me? I said that’s enough work for today.” When George doesn’t get an answer after a few seconds, he tries calling his name again: “Dream?” And again, more forcefully: “Dream.” And then he says the one thing he knows always gets Dream’s attention: “Fine, I’m getting naked.”

Or, Dream gets stressed while working on the project. George puts on a little show.

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stray italian greyhound

by furculaed

Rated T, 8k words

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, Non-Sexual Intimacy

Summary:

George steps into Dream’s space and kisses him soundly. His hands cradle his face and he’s thinking, no one else, please. No one after me. Let me be the last.

[chaotic---calm]

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Jiang Yanli & Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen & Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen & Lan Qiren, Jiang Yanli & Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen & Nie Mingjue, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Nie Huaisang Characters: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jiang Yanli, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Lan Qiren, Gusu Lan Elders (Modao Zushi), Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang, Jin Guangshan, Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer (Modao Zushi), Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, intersex omega, Omega Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Alpha Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Bigotry & Prejudice, Political Alliances, Marriage of Convenience, Political Marriage, Romance, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, learning to be married, Pining, Mutual Pining, Pining While Married, Angst, Angst and Feels, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Betrayal, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, supportive family, Minor Violence, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Intimacy, Eventual Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Mpreg, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Idiots in Love Summary:

Lan Huan has harbored an enormous secret his whole life, a deception forced unwillingly upon himself by the elders of his sect. When his shameful secret is revealed, that he is an omega, he finds himself cast aside, his role as sect leader stripped from him, left with no allies beyond his brother and uncle.

Jiang Cheng suffered a fate worse than death when his golden core was destroyed by Wen Zhuliu. Though impossible to fix, Jiang Cheng has doggedly done everything in his power to both retain his position as sect leader and to revitalize his destroyed sect, regardless of the outcry from the rest of the cultivation world who now think him too weak.

Alone, their paths seem hopeless, naught but failure waiting for them. But perhaps together, joined in a political marriage that secures an alliance between sects, both men can forge onward to successful futures? Even if the marriage is for alliance only, even if it is devoid of mutual love and passion—because of course no one could love ones so broken—perhaps both Lan Huan and Jiang Cheng can still somehow be so lucky as to find eventual happiness?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Hunter Characters: Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), CT-9904 | Crosshair Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Platonic Soulmates, Hunter Needs A Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Hunter Angst (Star Wars), Hunter Whump (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), POV Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair is Bad at Feelings, Imperial Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Hunter are Twins, Sibling drama, Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Hopeful Ending, Crosshair Rejoins Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Possessive Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Alternate Universe - Twins, Non-Sexual Intimacy

Summary:

Soulmates have a very special bond with one another. That’s doubly true when the soulmates in question are twins. Hunter falls on Daro, and he doesn’t walk away without an injury. He doesn’t walk away at all, his spine damaged from the impact. And the only one who can heal him is Crosshair, his twin, his soulmate.

Read on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14333926/1/Soultwins

https://www.wattpad.com/1426490457-the-bad-batch-one-shot-collection-soultwins