#lbr we manifested that force bond

[naruhearts]

Do you think that Dean and Cas will finally have a heart to heart conversation this season that has a beginning, middle, and end without being interrupted? Where they finally get to talk about everything and mend the rift between them? I really hope so

2/2 I’m the heart to heart anon! Like I would love if there was a moment where someone sat them down to air their grievances the way Sam and Dean did for Chuck and Lucifer in s11, bc it actually worked and was incredibly promising

HI nonnie!!

I’m on the run and have a busy Canadian thanksgiving dinner to get to (and I’ll most likely add to this once I have time), but WHAT A GREAT QUESTION, because frankly, this is what we’ve been anticipating for…a while. 

We’ve seen 15x01. The rift between Dean and Cas = NECESSARY spousal discord. Dabb & Co know what they’re doing here, and pretty much most meta writers in the Destiel community gleefully watched the EVER-heightening intensity of D/C’s romance-coded arguments unfold in their conjoined emotional arc for the better part of 11 years!! Dabb era, dudes. Family struggles. DEEP EMOTIONAL BONDS, frayed, to be repaired in the endgame. 

English 101: writing an external conflict between two characters can inherently convey INTERNAL CONFLICT — character vs the self, thus introducing significant elements of character development and self-reflection that two characters, intentionally written as romantic star-crossed counterparts to each other, will think about, then either NOT act on or WILL act on. 

In short, the metanarrative focus on Dean and Cas fighting means they’re gonna need to RESOLVE it, and exactly, anon – since it’s the final story countdown, this also means there should be a subversion of every other instance in which they’ve almost hashed things out but were: A. always interrupted, B. gave outside forces priority, not their interpersonal relationship, or C. just plain ol’ avoiding addressing it. 

HOW MANY TIMES CAN THEY SURVIVE THAT? How many times can we survive the drawing-out of WILL THEY WON’T THEY/USING THEIR WORDS?

Lemme tell ya, I do believe we’re going to see the D/C narrative focus grow more potent the closer we get to 15x20, if not earlier. Again, PR isn’t showrunning, but Jensen and Misha are fully aware and informed of their roles as Dean and Cas; they know their tension is a key emotional plot point driving the physical plot, always has been. I mean, it’s already amplified, right in the first episode of the final season!!

After finding out that God is the Big Bad, Dean and Cas must re-evaluate everything they thought they knew about themselves and each other. Again, did they inadvertently play into God’s Angst Plot for them? Did they think they were saving the world on their own terms of free will when in fact, God wanted them to do exactly that – to ignore their self-consciousness and each other’s emotional needs in the process?? *rips hair out* 

Keeping up the awfully sad vibe of arguing ex-husbands a la 14x17/18/19/20, Sam continues to represent all of us. Currently, we don’t see any resolution in sight; once S14 came to a close, they were still clashing. The negative spaces are NOISY! Once again, D/C = divorcees at odds, with what looks like irreconcilable differences. Sigh.

It’s the classic trope of setting aside personal conflict to get the important crap done, yet not realizing that personal conflict is inevitably going to implode.

To get on the same page, Dean and Cas’ preconceived notions of FREE WILL must be challenged, and true free will –> LOVE. God couldn’t control the existence of love...the most powerful force in the world. The ultimate manifestation of free will. TFW threw a wrench into His plans when Dean, out of LOVE, refused to shoot his son, Isaac-mirror Jack – when Cas, out of LOVE, also raised Jack as his own humanized child alongside psychologically nurturing him with Dean – when Sam, out of LOVE, chose to be his teacher in the ways of survival and human difficulty. 

TFW singularly chose to destroy God’s script when they started loving the Nephilim, the TFW mirror, God’s OG Big Bad for his cut-and-paste SPN series of The Winchester Brothers and the Angel Castiel: Same Mistakes Never Learned.

*Back to the point, sorry I went on a whole TFW-lovey-dovey tangent there lol – YEAH, I hope and expect that Dean and Cas will engage in a genuine heart to heart without interruptions, where they no longer let God perch on their shoulders. It’s time for them to set their cards on the table. It’s time for them to USE THEIR WORDS.

Romantic or not (lbr a non-romantic resolution –> greatest cop-out for a 15-year iconic institution, because why even implement consistent, constant tropes of a damn non-platonic nature without any proper follow-through, even in subtext?!), the fact remains that Dean and Cas are longggg overdue for a discussion – a deconstruction of their tension, clearing the air of ALL the stuff they’ve hidden from each other, and with bated breath, I wait. 

(The visual D/C narrative also holds: they stand as a unit together, Sam positioned apart from them. Like, we been knew.) *trots around in clown mask*

Seriously. I’m Destiel-positive so far. 15x01 simply strengthened my (cautious) optimism. If you want to read more about the D/C rift, with Jack at the core of it all (oh man, how fitting that Belphegor, who’s taking up Jack’s image by possessing his body – and remember, Jack was the catalyst for both heavily marital-code unity and conflict in Dean and Cas’ relationship – will seemingly take over Jack’s role as metanarrative exposition/mirror for now), I wrote these late S14/beginning of the last hiatus (below), plus x x

I discuss the Dean/Cas argument here, here and here – it’s both a break-up and argument entrenched in parental mistakes, self-guilt, and their ultimate bond with/trust in each other (particularly in relation to Jack, their subtextual son), where the lying and the dishonesty (a redux of S5/6 and S12) are combined spiral narratives of their relationship that they eventually have to break together. COMMUNICATE BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE

I’ll emphasize this again too – still highly relevant lol (14x18):

Cas is telling himself: if I was completely honest with my husband, without holding back, we could’ve been able to avoid this. I wasn’t honest because I knew how much Jack meant to us. I was 😨. I did it for myself…I did it for Dean. 

Dean is telling himself: I dunno, why am I taking my husband’s dishonesty so hard? Because I 😍 him a lot, and I 😍 my son. I trusted Cas to be honest with me. We could’ve worked together. But, 💩, I guess I wasn’t as open with him as I was supposed to be…about what I wanted, and what I felt.

Me: *slaps notebook closed* *coughs* Uh, it’s a — really long — work in progress. KEEP TALKING. 

[spideyxchelle]

so here is that star wars au i was talking about the other day. i wanted to write more. all of the padawan stuff, the beginning of their apprenticeship, all of it. BUT I didn’t. my bad. ah well. ENJOY THE SPIDEYCHELLE STAR WARS AU. also MJ as a sith sounds hot af, lbr. 

he's trying to kill her when it happens. when the bond crackles to life between them and he can hear her thoughts in his head as if she were whispering in his ear. he has his lightsaber overhead waiting to swing down and strike, to end her once and for all. but he hesitates. the green hue of his lightsaber casts shadows on her face and she grins.

she kicks her foot up and he falls. Peter scrambles for his weapon, shooting his hand out for the force to aid him, but when the lightsaber guides into his hand she is already fleeing toward her ship. he pushes himself, running through the forest, to get to her in time. but he doesn't. her ship lifts off the ground and she blows him a kiss as her ship doors close.

Peter yells. and he hears her voice in his head, chiding, don't hesitate next time, Jidai.

when he climbs aboard his ship, Ned (a fellow light-sider and apprentice at the temple) asks, "MJ?" Peter shakes his head and flings himself into the driver's seat, breaking them into the atmosphere and pushing them into hyperspace.

when they arrive at the temper Master Tony is waiting on the steps, his lightsaber hung casually at his hip. "well?" the two apprentices bow and Peter speaks, "she escaped." Tony nods like he had expected this, "I see. and the relic?" their mission was to make planet fall on an outer rim territory planet and obtain an old sith relic. the less access the sith had to beacons of power the easier they would be to defeat. Peter ducks his eyes and shakes his head.

Tony's gaze is severe and knowing, "Ned, find Master Vision. tell him what you know. we can regroup from there. Peter? walk with me."

the master and his apprentice walk in silence through the gardens at the temple. Peter feels the grime from his mission clinging to his clothes. he nearly asks to be excused to find the nearest 'fresher but Master Tony stops by a deep red flower.

"I sense more happened on this mission, Peter. and if I sense it, the council will, too. what troubles you?" Peter rests his hand on the hilt of his lightsaber, if he mediates he can almost hear the thrumming of the kybercrystal hidden within. "I heard her voice in my head, master. MJ." Tony waters the flower, "are you certain?" "Yes, Master. I was about to end it. and I heard her voice say my name clear as a bell in my head. and I heard it again as she boarded her ship." "and you're certain you're not letting past entanglements cloud your judgement."

Tony's voice is calm but Peter hears the accusation underneath. everyone remembers the time before. when Ned, Peter and MJ were all padawan together, when they began their apprenticeship together. and when, just over a year ago, MJ had defected.

a memory flashes in his head. her purple lightsaber clashing against his. her eyes ember. and her voice, "peace is a lie, there is only passion."

"Peter!" Tony's voice drags him from his thoughts. Peter flushes and bows his head in respect, "Master, I....I could hear her voice in my head. this has nothing to do with the past." Tony shakes his head, "I believe you, that you can hear her voice, but this has everything to do with the past."

Peter raises an eyebrow as Tony clips the red flower, taking his time, "I believe what you experienced, Peter, was a force-bond. in the Old Republic this bond, a rare gift, was used so masters and apprentices could communicate on the battle field. it also occurred between....lovers." 

and that word sends Peter into a spiral of shame.

he remembers why she defected. he remembers sneaking kisses in dark corners because the Jedi code refused such attachments, denied love. he remembers when they were caught and how she wanted to leave the order with him, live an ordinary life. he remembers picking the Jedi over her, his dumb noble pride keeping the lightsaber in his hand. he remembers her leaving the temple and he remembers her returning with an order of sith at her side. he remembers fighting, and losing and the kiss she stole before she left him and the left wing of the temple in flames.

Peter stares at Tony, "why now? why then? why didn't it manifest before?" "you said you nearly killed her. she was under duress, you were most likely hesitating, and the bond sprung to life. we are merely servants of the force, Peter, we cannot begin to guess how or why it works when it does."

"so what do I do, Master?" "I will meditate on this. until then, do your best to keep her out. she is temptation for you, Peter, and temptation is a path to the dark side."

when Ned finds Peter in the mess hall later he plops down and whispers, "I heard master Tony and master Steve talking. a force-bond?" "keep it down, Ned," Peter hisses. "but, that's like, that's like serious force stuff. as if you and MJ weren't complicated enough." "I'm a Jedi," Peter says, like he's trying to convince himself. "are you?" Ned asks.

and that stupid question keeps him awake all night. and that's when she finds him, sneaks into his head and purrs, you awake Woyunoks? the sith speak always sounds like seduction to Peter. he wonders if that's why they call it being seduced to the dark side. but the words coming from MJ's raspy voice could be his damnation.

he spins over in his bed and sends her a message of his own, I have nothing to say to you, darksider.

he thinks she may be gone but, then, her voice echoes in his head, you once did. and then she's carding through his memories. precious memories of them he's locked away to keep on the Jedi path. he sees them all and he can sense she watches, too. he sees the afternoons in the cabin of his ship on missions where they were tangled up in bed. he sees them fighting as a team back to back in battle. he sees them as children mastering levitating objects. he sees every beautiful memory of them and his head aches. STOP, he yells through the bond. and she does.

I missed you, she admits in the safety of the bond. he can almost feel her phantom hand touching his back in the soothing way she used to touch him.

you defected. abandoned everything we knew, he accuses her.

and through the bond he can feel how sharp her response is, you abandoned me first.

it hurts. but she's not wrong. he tries to explain, in another life I would have run away with you. but I have a responsibility. I am a Jedi, a man our holy order.

you are no Jedi. you are a boy afraid to love, she snaps, and I crush boys on the battlefield.

it is never to late to come back to the light, he pleads.

he can almost see her, in her dark chamber, sitting on her bed, it is too late, Peter, far too late for me.

they begin to spend every night talking through the bond and Peter knows that the council suspects. he knows he is being watched like he may decide to join the dark side any day now. but he wants nothing from the dark side. only MJ. which perhaps is why everyone looks so worried.

when they meet again on the battlefield in three moon cycles, MJ looks deadly. her black robes and cape and the swatched on redness of her lips make him tremble. not with fear. but something else. she jokes through the bond, like what you see?

he activates his lightsaber and lunges at her. they know each other's fighting styles well. they had learned to be warriors at each other's back. he anticipates what moves she'll make and she does the same. it doesn't feel like a fight to the death, it feels like flirting.

she ducks free of one of his advances and observes, "you're pulling your swings, Peter." he scowls, "I haven't come to talk." "tell me then," she preens, "why have you come?" "to end this." she scoffs, "you could no sooner end me than you could yourself. you forget, Peter, I know your mind." "get out of my head." "get out of mine," she counters.

and they throw themselves back into the fray. their bodies drenched with sweat, their arms pulsing from exhaustion, their lightsaber connecting over and over again in a dazzling light show of green and red.

their lightsabers cross and get caught. in an x. they are forced to stare at one another as each holds their ground, their lightsabers illuminating their faces in the darkness.

Peter stares. it's been so long since he's looked at her. since he could stare at her without the distraction of her counter move coming toward his head. without the distraction of battle. and she stares back.

their minds flutter with anxiousness, it surges between them. this ends tonight. one of them will not walk away from this battle. he knows it. Peter sends soothing words across the bond, peace is not a lie.

and then, he turns off his lightsaber. her eyes widen as she falls forward with her own weapon and it impales him. she shrieks and he feels her scramble to help him, to save him, to do something. he lays on the ground wrapped in her arms and waits for her to see it is hopeless. he will die on this battlefield.

"you idiot," she sobs, "why did you do that?" "you were right," he rasps, "I couldn't kill you." she grabs the front of his robes, "don't you die on me, Parker." "there is no death, only the force."

she yells in frustration, "stop it. just stop. you're mine. death isn't allowed to have you." "you can always go back," he whispers, serenity sweeping over him, "it is never too late." "there can be no peace for me without you." "you must find it," he shakes his head, "you must."

and he slips into the netherworld in the arms of the women he loves.

and the force shakes when she feels him slip away. MJ screams. and her screams sweep across the battlefield into a rippling surge of power killing without impunity. darksiders. lightsiders. all is death. she kills them all.

and after, there is balance. no light. no dark. only peace.

just as he promised.