on my knees at the altar of your soul - Sam/Dean, 19k words, E, 1/1
Summary: It’s been four months since the big fight, since Sam left for Stanford, and Dean hasn’t heard a word from him. Doesn’t even know if he’s still alive, and it’s killing him every day from the inside out. But one morning when he wakes up there’s a new voicemail on his phone. It’s Sam, this time for real, and he’s begging for Dean.
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It’s easier for me to speak in chinglish than solely Chinese or English, and sometimes I have to force myself to speak some things in English when I’m talking to someone who doesn’t speak chinese, or just that I don’t know how to express something in English. Like honestly try to translate ĺŠ ć˛ąďĽŚ or 熱鬧？
Haha true! One time someone sent me a message telling me to “add oil” (which is the literal translation of ĺŠ ć˛ą for non-Chinese speakers out there) and I was so confusedÂ
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I have a huge problem with crayola supertips bleeding through pages and even going to the next journal page. However I've heard people swear that they do not bleed at all. Does this happen to you?
My SuperTips bleed through copy paper but not through to the next page :)
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1. hold me by my hand - Orson Krennic &/ Galen Erso, 4.8k words, E, 1/1
Galen Erso’s roommate is a nymphomaniac: he has an unfortunate penchant for bringing back a different being to their dorm room nearly every other night (on average, Galen had counted). Galen’s had no choice but to learn to deal with it, or risk failing out of the Republic’s Futures Program. Especially if he also needs to be in their room at the same time.
But Orson has never asked him for quite this much before.
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2. end of the line - Orson Krennic/Lio Partagaz, 8k words, E, 1/1
“I can’t protect you, Lio,” Krennic says, pressing his lips together. He looks truly remorseful. Partagaz laughs dryly to himself. What a novel emotion for him to feel.
The Director calls him Lio in every situation: in committee meetings, in their constant conversations, in the bedroom—it’s not a rarity, but now? Now, at the end of the line?
After their row on the overbridge following the destruction of Jedha City, Tarkin understands that he is long overdue in reminding Director Krennic, once again, just where he belongs—firmly under Tarkin’s fist.
4. base gamma one - Tiaan Jerjerrod/Conan Antonio Motti, 3.2k words, E, 1/1
The ISD Steel Talon’s orbital bombardment of Despayre’s primary settlement took away everyone Ath’ala loved and everything she had ever held dear. After a year of careful planning, she’s on a vengeance mission to assassinate the Commander of both the Steel Talon and the DS-1: Admiral Conan Antonio Motti.
What she finds isn’t what she expects.
5. a violet in the youth of primy nature - Tiaan Jerjerrod/Conan Antonio Motti, 4.4k words, E, 1/1
After months apart, Conan travels to Val Denn to surprise Tiaan at the Royal Tinnelian Theatre Company’s final production of the season, where he is portraying Laertes in the Tinnelian classic Haamlet. Tiaan’s inspiring performance rouses something in Conan, and he sneaks into the private dressing rooms after the show for a more hands-on viewing.
6. a lesson on submissions - Tiaan Jerjerrod/Conan Antonio Motti, 3.6k words, E, 1/1
It starts with Motti's insistence in jumping into the wrestling ring wearing nothing but that infernal speed-strap. Staring through the exercise suite windows, Tiaan is so rudely reminded of when they were cadets, learning submissions in hand-to-hand combat. That sheer feeling of being completely immobilized by Motti, unable to move, always lit a shameful, sinful flame deep in Tiaan’s body.
Conan catches him watching.
7. purple silks and warrior princesses - Din Djarin/Boba Fett, 6.7k words, E, 1/1
There’s a pretty slave draped over the Daimyo’s lap.
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1. on my knees at the altar of your soul - Sam/Dean, 19k words, E, 1/1
It’s been four months since the big fight, since Sam left for Stanford, and Dean hasn’t heard a word from him. Doesn’t even know if he’s still alive, and it’s killing him every day from the inside out. But one morning when he wakes up there’s a new voicemail on his phone. It’s Sam, this time for real, and he’s begging for Dean.
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2. my lips that kiss your skin, my hands that cradle your soul - Sam/Dean, 4k words, E, 1/1
Dean comes way too close to being killed on what should have been a mundane, routine hunt. No angels, reapers; no supernatural interference to bring them back this time. Even after the monster is long dead, Sam can’t shake that terror, that soul-piercing horror of losing Dean again. He needs Dean to show him that they’re finally safe.
