This tho! Mc trying to make up some weird funny shit and Sylus is not even trying to play along.
I can imagine his monotone voice with a smirk! I love it. The relationship they share is just so full of witty and funny moments! It’s what they deserve!
Aw thanks hun! Currently the two gold nose rings and the middle lip banana are real. I really wish i had dmy bridge done but the healing it quiet intense 🙈
— you decide to spoil your boyfriend by riding him stuuupiddd :p
— sub zayne, use of "mistress", overstimulation, mindbreak, zayne eventually goes into subspace, biting kink, nipple play
The remaining sanity that your boyfriend was trying to preserve crumbled the moment you pressed his body deeper into the mattress, grinding your pussy onto him for what felt like the hundredth time. The slick that was dripping between your legs, a mixture of your juices from the rounds you had pushed him through, made every movement of yours effortless, your pussy clamping down on him and making him see stars as a strangled moan leaves his throat.
"Love, I think- I thinhaah! are you still n-not-" His cock throbs as you grind down in a particularly harsh manner, cutting off any of his protests. "Not satisfied? Of course not - you can still talk, honey." Your voice was sweet and teasing, yet your actions were anything but, your hands sliding over his torso and finding his nipples, the two pink buds perky and cold to the touch.
Watching his flushed face intently, you start to pinch and pull at his buds, the sudden gesture causing his eyes to roll back and his body to jerk into you, a high-pitched whine slipping past him before he could stop himself. Spurred on by his reaction, you pull harder, causing tears to well up at the corners of your doctor's eyes.
"I-It's too much, please it's too seehns'tive-!" Zayne's words were barely coherent at this point, his words slurred together as he cries and sniffles at all the sensations overwhelming him, from your pussy bullying his cock to your fingers rolling over his nipples and your heated gaze that wanted nothing but to see him driven to ruin - it was all too much, and the doctor found himself orgasming again, spurt after spurt of cum painting your walls and dripping down from you to his thighs.
The tears that he was just barely holding earlier were now spilling onto his red cheeks as broken sobs fell from his lips—pleas for mercy that completely contradicted how he remained rock-hard inside you. A condescending smirk curls up at your lips as your fingers trail up from his chest up to his jaw, tracing it lightly. Your voice dips into something low and sultry, amusement dancing in your heated gaze. "Your words say one thing and your dick says another....Now, I just don't know what to do."
Zayne, parting his lips to reply, gets cut off by a choked whine as you abruptly halt your movements. His teary eyes focus in on your self-satisfied smirk and hooded eyes. Fuck. He knew that look.
Your still-teasing fingers slide back down to toy with his oversensitive nipples, gentler this time but enough to pull a shaky breath from him. "I’ve gotta say, honey….If you really want me to stop because you can’t take anymore, well, I guess I have to respect my sweet doctor’s wishes."
His breath hitches and his expression falls, but he knew he had it coming with all the mindless babbles leaving him throughout the whole session. It only hits him how far you wanted to take it when you slowly start to lift yourself off his cock, a small whimper leaving him as his hands instantly move to your hips to stop you, a pleading look in his eyes. "I...I..." He starts out, the words catching in his throat.
"You….You....You what, Zay?"Your voice is thick with amusement, his hesitance deepening at the smirk on your face. "You have to use your words." To punctuate your statement, you roll your hips, letting the remainder of him inside you feel that brief, fleeting pleasure and earning yourself yet another wobbly gasp of your name.
For a few agonizing moments, his mouth opens and closes, nothing coming out—until he finally caves, his voice barely above a whisper.
"...Please." His fingers dig into your skin, his resolve crumbling entirely. "Keep on riding me…until I can’t think."
His admission brings a wicked grin to your face, one that the doctor knew only spelled ruin for him. Before he could brace himself, you slam your hips down onto his, changing your rhythm from slow, teasing grinds to an eager and relentless pace, your slick pussy easily moving up and down his cock as he writhes beneath you.
This time, his thoughts truly scatter, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of your movements, your voice, and the way you looked at him as you rode his cock—like he was nothing but a pretty toy for you to use.
And oh, that turned him on.
Small pleas and whimpers for more left him like he had never protested against you in the first place. He lets himself get fucked into oblivion, relishing in everything you so generously give him. In between his moans and mumbles of pleasure, a singular word leaves him that lets you know he'd fully given up control.
"Mistress...!"
That one desperate cry of your title sends heat flooding through you, your desire surging into overdrive. One of your hands slide from his chest to his abdomen, steadying yourself as you lean down, biting into the flushed skin of his neck. His breath hitches and breaks into tiny, high-pitched mewls, his hips jerking up instinctively to push deeper into you.
He was beautiful like this.
Wanting more of his delicious sounds, you keep your teeth against his skin, sinking in just enough to leave a mark—something for him to wear long after this was over. When you finally pull away, Zayne lets out a soft hic, his hazy, tear-filled eyes locking onto yours with a look of longing…and unmistakable desire.
You open your mouth to tease him about it, but before you can, he surprises you—his voice needy and utterly wrecked as he stumbles over his words. "M-Miss...please, I- ah-! N-Need more, want t' be marked-"
Even as his consciousness crumbles, his desires remain clear. He knew exactly what he wanted from you now, and he wasn’t afraid to beg for it with each of his shameless moans and hips that were desperately meeting yours with every thrust.
Unable to deny your lover's desperate plea, you bite down, canines marking him as yours once more. Your tongue follows, soothing over the fresh wound, and causing Zayne to break off into a series of fast-paced cries. His body trembles as pleasure courses through his veins, a whimper of gratitude escaping him and sobs wracking his body as he cums, filling you up again and sending a wave of bliss through you, your cunt fluttering in the tell-tale sign of orgasm to seal both your fates.
"....Cumming just from a bite? Oh honey, you really are gone, aren't you?" You receive no answer but Zayne's flushed face, tear-streaked cheeks, and violent hiccups of pleasure let you know exactly what he would have said, anyways. He was completely spent. Yet you keep moving, using his cock to chase the last of your high.
When you finally reach your peak, your body tenses, shuddering through the aftershocks. Even then, you don't pull away, merely slowing to a gentle grind as you catch your breath. By now, Zayne was barely conscious, a hazy look in his eyes as his body twitches from the overstimulation. He weakly attempts to pull away, not wanting to keep his cum in you for too long but you push him right back down, a soft snort of amusement breaking free from you.
"Don't worry about it, honey. Let me stay like this for a little while, alright?" He only whines reluctantly in response but makes no further moves to resist. Instead, he simply lies there, his body spent, mind floating.
As the minutes pass, the heavy rise and fall of Zayne’s chest gradually even out, though the occasional aftershock still runs through his arms or legs. His hands that were gripping you so desperately now rest limply, his fingers twitching with the lingering echoes of pleasure.
You brush a hand through his damp hair, smoothing it back from his sweat-slicked forehead. His half-lidded eyes flutter at the touch, unfocused but filled with something tender—something that made your heart clench despite what you had just made him go through.
“There you go,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Breathe, love.”
A faint hum vibrates in his throat, and after a few slow blinks, his dazed expression melts contentment. His lips part, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. “…You're insatiable.”
A warmth spreads through your chest as you giggle, shifting just enough to lie against him without breaking the intimate connection you both shared. "...I know. But you liked it, didn't you?"
He scoffs lightly, burying his face in your hair. Even without a response, the way his hands soothingly rubbed over your skin said enough. And as his body finally relaxes beneath you, you hold him close—letting the night settle around you, wrapped in the heat of each other’s presence.
a/n: BOOOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA I GOT SOMETHING OUT OF MY DRAFTS
I've realized I've kinda merged Zayne's two myths together, you'll see what I mean.
ENJOY!
CHAPTER 3 - Why do you look like you're about to shed tears?
As it was expected, the royal army went into pursuit of the escaped dragon only three days after his prison break.
The nation of Philos was thrust into a state of general unrest and panic, the fact that a single dragon was still living and on the run prompting many citizens to spend most of their time indoors, be it in larger cities or villages.
But the biggest surprise for the royal family was the fact that their trusted Foreseer also went missing, and around the same time as the vicious beast broke out of his bondage.
It didn’t take those humans long to connect two and two together, their struggle to come up with a reliable plan rather amusing to imagine and observe from afar.
At that point, the dragon and the Foreseer have been traveling across the kingdom for almost two weeks, successfully evading the approaching royal army that could only take accounts of citizens and villagers that managed to spot the ominous figure in the sky by pure stroke of luck.
And even those accounts weren’t accurate… and mostly because none of those foolish humans even thought of the fact that this dragon could do much more than just destroy everything in his path.
Traveling in the dead of night, resting during the day, that was this duo’s main course of action.
The dragon already knew this land by heart, remembered the location of every cave or underground tunnel they could use to rest for the day, knowing that whoever remembered his previous escape was long dead and forgotten.
Finding him will be as impossible as finding a needle in stack of hay.
They would fly across the dark sky, sometimes even above the clouds if the weather wasn’t too pleasant for travel, the dragon occasionally casting illusions of his own form just to confuse or distract any possible onlookers.
But even though he had passed through this escaping routine once before, there was one factor that was very much different from back then…
His traveling companion, or rather, his captive was something the dragon had to pay extra close attention to, and not just because he was human and therefor more fragile.
In spite of that very fact, the Foreseer was more than willing to put the dragon at the unease just by acting as the most obedient captive one could imagine.
But the dragon was no fool.
That human wielded powerful ice magic, and from what the dragon saw and heard, he could very much fight if needed. But instead, he chose to follow his captor’s every order, like an obedient puppy.
He was definitely scheming, the dragon was sure of it. Waiting for me to put my guard down…
But the most disturbing thing in that human’s behavioral pattern wasn’t even his obedience or his massive unwillingness to use his magic when near the dragon. It was his attitude and calm demeanor that had put this vicious beast on edge.
Aside from the first night when they met, when the dragon could so clearly smell the fear and terror on him, the Foreseer acted as if he was on a relaxing stroll through nature, his scent of jasmine being the only thing the dragon could smell.
There was no emotion in that man, not a single one the dragon could use to his advantage… and that scared him more than anything…
“You’re awfully antsy tonight, Snowflake” the dragon mumbled, his wings carrying them high above a vast, deserted valley.
The human’s hands gripped onto his shoulders tightly, digging his fingers in the softer skin of his right shoulder “I told you not to call me that, it’s unflattering”
“You refuse to tell me your name” the dragon reminded, sultry chuckle once again leaving his lips “But maybe you like being called ‘human’. Would the Foreseer prefer that?”
A loud scoff could be heard from behind “You just called me a Foreseer. Why not use that when talking to me?”
The dragon shook his head, wildly amused by this interaction “Why would I call you that? You’re not clairvoyant anymore, remember?”
The human stayed quiet this time around, only his grip around dragon’s neck and shoulders stiffening in a silent protest.
“You didn’t answer my question” the beast prompted again.
“What question?”
The dragon signed “Why are you so antsy? You are making it difficult to fly in a straight line… unless you want me to drop you, hm?”
Even more silence ensued, only wind brushing against their ears as they continued their journey.
“I was trying to… see something” the human eventually mumbled, his voice so weak the dragon barely heard him.
“See what?”
A frustrated sigh was rather close to the dragon’s ear, so close in fact he could feel the Foreseer’s cold breath on his earlobe.
But once he finally spoke, the human hesitated, unlike any time the dragon had heard him speak before:
“This valley…” he murmured “This is the place where I grew up”
The dragon turned his head to look at the human sideways, his eyes truly trying to focus on whatever he might see below.
“This place has been abandoned for more than a century…” he explained, the Foreseer’s grip tightening once more.
“I’m aware…” he acknowledged “It was the drought… then the famine… and then the outbreak of a mysterious plague…”
The dragon shook his head in mild amusement “You know all that and yet you’re still hoping everything’s intact?” he chuckled “And besides, it’s been a century, so unless you’ve been living from scraps and lounging in these abandoned houses-”
“I’m more than four hundred years old”
The dragon frowned, turning his head once again to look at the human. When he couldn’t read him, the beast pulled his wings in before turning on his back mid-air, throwing the human a bit higher before spreading his wings again.
He could clearly see surprise and a tinge of fear in the Foreseer’s eyes, but aside from that, he didn’t even make a sound while being tossed and turned high up in the sky.
In a matter of moments, the human landed right on dragon’s chest, the beast using his scaly arms to embrace him and hold him in place.
“Excuse me?” he demanded, the Foreseer’s eyes widening as their noses almost touched, only to frown deeply once again.
“You’ve heard me” he retorted “I’m more than four hundred years old… and yes, the longevity comes with the title of a Foreseer.”
The dragon chuckled, amused smile spreading across his features “You’ve read my mind with that answer. And you say you’ve completely lost your clairvoyant powers”
The human inhaled sharply before looking away, not able to move even an inch in that position “It was a logical question one would ask, I’m not lying about not foreseeing anything in the future…”
“I know, I know” dragon’s smile widened “I just love teasing you. That’s the only way this little Snowflake will show any type of emotion at all”
The human’s frown deepened even more, those green eyes locking with the dragon’s crimson ones “I know what you’re trying to do… and it won’t work”
“Oh?” dragon sounded almost amused “And what am I doing, hm?”
The Foreseer proudly raised his chin “You’re trying to make me show emotions so you can use them to your advantage” he elaborated “I know dragons are able to make people go mad with their feelings… and just because you have a handsome face doesn’t mean it’ll work if I don’t allow you to latch onto any of my emotions”
The dragon’s eyebrows widened, his lips revealing his sharp fangs in a half-amused, half-wicked smirk “You think I’m handsome?” he laughed “I’m honored”
The human promptly looked away and closed his mouth, refusing to even look dragon’s way from that moment onward no matter how much the beast chuckled and giggled.
Doesn’t matter, the dragon thought. We’ll reach our hiding place for the night very soon, anyway. You can sulk there, little Snowflake…
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A chill ran down the dragon’s spine, a sensation he hasn’t felt since he was a tiny hatchling.
He propped himself up on the ledge where he slept, raising his right hand where the burning sensation etched into his flesh.
There it was… mark of an escapee.
The little Snowflake was trying to run away.
His eyebrows twitching, the dragon leapt from his hiding space in the mountain cave, his wings breaking his fall before he took a flight. The cave they used as a hiding place was spacious but shallow, only hidden away by a massive waterfall at the edge of the valley.
But water wasn’t something that would bother a dragon… unlike a human on this cold, rainy night.
Once outside, the dragon soared high up in the dark sky, the first traces of dawn already illuminating the very edge of a vast horizon.
According to the mark, the human didn’t go far. How could he? He had no wings to carry him around.
Despite his immense talent for use of ice powers, the Foreseer was still just a human-
The dragon could feel his heart fastening, his face contorting in a shape he didn’t recognize. Was he angry? Why?
Because his prey managed to run away? Because he was outsmarted by a mere human-
The beast’s flight came to a sudden halt, his crimson eyes focused on a single dark dot in the vast field of sand and stones.
Found you, he thought before plummeting towards the ground.
There was no doubt he’ll manage to catch up to the human, his wings were simply too powerful for any human or animal to outrun them… except, this human didn’t seem like he was running.
In fact… he wasn’t even moving at all.
He was merely sitting there, resembling a motionless statue carved by a passionate artist, allowing the rain to completely drench him.
The dragon landed softly, all of his anger instantly turning into bewilderment.
His long robes became even darker in color as the cold rain slid down his body, his hair which was usually tied in a low ponytail coming almost completely undone.
With his head lowered, he looked rather small from the dragon’s perspective. Fragile, almost…
“You thought I had run away, didn’t you?” the human’s voice was measured as always, not even turning his head to look at his captor.
The dragon chuckled before finally approaching the human, aware that his own voice had a small tinge of tremble in it as he spoke: “You’ve ventured a bit too far, little Snowflake. You should have known I’d react”
The Foreseer let out a breathy chuckle, his face unchanging “How could I forget? Your bite was rather painful, too” he reminded, only slightly turning his left hand to showcase the bite mark left on his robes.
The dragon chuckled again, rather proud of his work as his tall figure stopped besides the sitting human.
“Why are you sitting here? In the rain, no less…”
A faint smile appeared on the Foreseer’s lips, only one of his index fingers pointing towards something the dragon didn’t notice so far.
Only a couple of feet in front of them, two stones were posted upwards, letters and numbers carved into them like scars.
“Graves?” the dragon asked, the human only humming in response.
“Whose?” the beast demanded this time, suddenly feeling the man’s green gaze on him.
“My parents” he admitted “They’ve passed away about thirty years after I left the village… and after my departure, I’ve never seen them again”
A tinge of something painful suddenly gripped at the dragon’s heart, the beast attempting to ignore it by remaining cold and resolute.
Still, the said coldness didn’t mean he couldn’t be polite…
“My condolences…” he said, barely managing to remember the words humans used to comfort someone who had lost a loved one to death.
What he didn’t expect… was a bitter, broken chuckle.
“No need for that” the Foreseer said after a moment “Why would I mourn people who have abandoned me?...”
Heaviness suddenly overtook the dragon’s chest, a sensation he was unable to ignore.
He slowly lowered himself next to the human, folding in his wings in an attempt to not push him.
“Then…” he murmured, looking intently towards the man next to him “Why do you look like you’re about to shed tears?”
Another bitter chuckle escaped the Foreseer’s lips, but this time, it really seemed like he was about to cry as he whispered:
“I’m… mourning a child I used to be before getting this forsaken power…” the human looked towards the sky, heavy rain drops falling onto his face “Since getting captured by you… it’s like I’ve found a long-lost peace… and this place had just reminded me of what I used to have… of what I could’ve been if…. If Astra hasn’t chosen me…”
The dragon frowned, completely at the loss for words. Until now, you used to call your god Almighty or Merciful…
Without even noticing he was moving, one of dragon’s wings extended, their leathery consistency acting as a perfect shield from the heavy rain.
The human gasped at the sight, giving dragon a rather puzzled look “Why would-”
“I know you’re not bothered by cold” the beast murmured, removing a stray strand of hair from the man’s cheek “But you can still get sick.”
The two looked at each other for a moment, only a sound of falling rain filling the void this moment had created.
Dragon didn’t understand why he did this… what was the benefit of doing it… but something about seeing this hurt expression on the Foreseer’s face made him feel incredibly uneasy.
Almost like… his chest was about to cave in…
“Shall we go back?” the dragon prompted, offering his scaly hand.
The human didn’t even hesitate in taking his hand this time, his gaze lowered.
“Zayne…”
The dragon frowned, tilting his head “Excuse me?”
“You may call me Zayne…” he repeated, looking dragon in the eyes “So, please drop that awful nickname…”
For a moment, the beast was completely dumbfounded… only to be overtaken by laughter a second later. It’s been a while since he’d laughed like that, from the depth of his stomach, like a joyous child…
“Alright then… Zayne” the dragon purred as he said the man’s name, the Foreseer’s jaw clenching as he heard that.
A few moments later, the duo had taken off towards their hiding spot, the rain slowly subsiding as they reached their destination. They were both drenched, but thankfully, the dragon still had some flame left for usage. They will both get dry in no time-
“How should I call you? You must have a name…” Zayne suddenly asked, the dragon turning to look at him.
He was already taking off his wet robes, the longer part of his hair falling down his pale and scarred back.
As he gulped heavily, the dragon chuckled “I don’t think you’d be able to say it out loud… it’s an ancient dragonic language, I don’t think humans could ever understand it”
“Try me” the man challenged, fully turning towards the dragon.
Amused, the beast approached him and raised one of his hands, a few ancient letters appearing as small flaming stones floating above his palm.
Zayne frowned, inching slightly closer to the letters as his eyes squinted. The dragon had to give him credit for trying, his enthusiasm rather amusing-
“You’re right, it’s impossible to read in the dragonic language” Zayne admitted with a chuckle “But… there is a way to translate it into ours, as far as I remember”
“Oh?” the dragon’s eyebrows raised “And what would my name be when said in your human language?”
The Foreseer stood there for a moment, silent and with his finger scratching his own chin.
Then, with a victorious yet faint smile, he announced: “Sylus… Your name would be Sylus”
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i genuinely do feel SO fuckin bad for the supernatural team. they tried so hard you guys. by the final season they were moving like that Will Smith gesturing at stuff image. they did literally everything they could to tell us that destiel was the story they were telling but because Dean ended up getting edited to just kind of stand there during the confession then immediately die by bury your gays rebar, and Cas never got mentioned again due to covid and network interference, literally ALL their hard work was for nothing. Culturally people just remember it as queerbait. Equivalent of a team going to the superbowl after 12 years and then all its players getting food poisoning and dying.
not snitch tagging but. what do you mean. what do you MEAN.
imagine you are the spn team. you have a long-running pair of characters who are clearly in love with each other. you want to get them together. you want this so badly you convince execs to have the marketing team to do RESEARCH about the two of them getting together.
but either the research comes back overall negative or the execs get cold feet. this goes nowhere for several years. finally it is the last season and you say once again PLEASE we want to show Cas and Dean kissing. execs say no. you say okay can we show them saying they love each other. execs say no. you say okay can we show ONE of them saying they love the other one. execs say it can’t be Dean. you say OKAY fine so Cas gets to confess his love? Execs say okaaaaay but only if he dies right afterwards. you say yeah yeah yeah absolutely sure. execs say but he’s gotta stay gone. and dean can’t mention him ever again. and Dean’s gotta die too.
and you say okay because you think, well, it’s enough, right? that one of them finally says it out loud after twelve years? surely that’s enough. surely it won’t negate TWELVE YEARS of i did it all of it for you / i need you / when cas first laid hand on you in heaven he was lost / id rather have you cursed or not / i love you i love all of you / i have a family / i prayed to you cas / i was there where were you? / let’s go home. They’ll still be able to remember Lamp / pizza montage / no girlfriends for Dean / bisexual gorgon kissing Cas / Cas being rejected by the heteronormative 1950s town / bisexual lighting Lee / Mary’s face when Cas hugs Dean / widower arc / divorce arc.
people surely will not ignore ALL OF THAT just because Dean didn’t respond in the moment? right???
and then the fucking witch’s curse activated and for the last four years people have been genuinely arguing that because Dean did not say “I love you sexually Cas because I like men sometimes” with his mouth none of that matters. How.
Seriously: you made a long list of scenes, and my brain immediately generated about a hundred more, and that is without even touching upon the fact that Dean is thoroughgoingly queered in dizzying array of ways from fucking DAY ONE, long before he even meets Cas, and saying nothing of all the structural ways Cas is made Dean's partner in the narrative, like the way Cas parallel's Ruby and Collette, the way Amara and Mary know that Dean loves Cas. The fact that Dean loses the will to live with Cas dies, and that he is Jack's father much more profoundly than Sam ever is because of his relationship to Cas, or the ways Dean declines into drinking and hot dog PJs when Cas leaves him. Or a million other things. Like, just...SO MANY.
For fuck's sake, what more could they have done?
They wrote us a devastatingly romantic, totally gay story. I read someplace on tumblr, and I'm so sorry I don't remember where, but it's like they gave us two equations, one for Cas, that goes 1 + 1 = 2, and one for Dean, that goes 1 + 1 = x, and we don't trust ourselves to do that math, because unless that masc dude says in words of English with his actual mouth "I am gay for my best friend" and they make out, we cannot use our brains to parse a story.
Like...it's homophobic? To only see queer people when they make an announcement about it? To expect a Gen-X queer like Dean to label himself explicitly, or to be concerned with identity in that way, instead of just BEING IN LOVE? To only see queer people and queer rep if they are masc dudes making out? Not to understand that there also sad gay stories, and gay lives that are marked by missed chances and grief? That even in our enlightened day and age, sad gay stories are still happening in the real world?
I don't know about any of you, but the epic and magnificent love story of Dean and Cas is exactly what I can't get past. I KNOW Dean loves that angel. The fact that he couldn't say it in that moment, with the world ending, death pounding on the door, his deep existential crisis about what is real, and the fact that he is already in the denial and bargaining stages of grief while Cas is speaking WORKS in the context of that gay story. They did not have to make out for it to be the most affecting love story I have ever seen. And, just to hammer that home, JENSEN HIMSELF was responsible for making another show where that scene was more or less exactly repeated and a kiss DID happen, and it was one million times less romantic than Dean and Cas just looking at each other for 10 seconds.
Come on. THEY DID A-FUCKING-LOT, and it worked, because here we are, 4 years later, fully unable to let it go.
It is another day of me begging fans (and especially queer fans) to stop arguing the straight interpretation on behalf of the people who are resistant to the masc main of the show being queer.
Would I love to see a continuation with a big romantic kiss on the lips? Yeah I'd die on the spot.
But it wouldn't make it less true that this is a queer love story in a show with queer characters. It doesn’t change the fact that they wrote an entire arc that ended with Cas saying "I love you" and "You changed me."
At this point, you are choosing to nod along with the people who claim it doesn't count unless there is a kiss when nobody would argue that this was platonic if it was a m/f romance.
And if it's because you just want to be able to shut up the homophobic people, I can assure you it wouldn't. They would be arguing it didn't count for some other reason.
How do I know? Because I watched people argue that Quentin was straight *even after he kissed Eliot*. I was there when Xena/Gabrielle kissing by proxy didn't count because it was by proxy with one in the body of a man. I was in the mines when Captain Jack kissing the Doctor was a joke (it wasn't) and the Doctor was "not confirmed queer" despite being in bodies that presented as men and women and having canonically been married to a man and a woman. "Why is Doctor Who gay all of the sudden," these people cry as if there weren't monsterfucking sapphics and same gender kisses.
It is not a winnable battle. The goalposts are on a dolley.
So as queer fans, can we not please help them slide the damn things around?
For the record, I am never recovering from this part. Sylus bringing MC's hand to his cheek. The way he snuggles into her palm. The look of peace, love, and fulfillment on his features, his eyes closed, his mouth formed into the softest smile... after centuries spent in the abyss, followed by decades of searching the galaxies, this man has found his piece of heaven. And he has become hers in return. They mean more than the world to each other, and would happily burn down countless others for one another.
SylusMC is true love in its purest, rawest, most unconditional form.
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