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    Chronicling the escapades of Din Djarin and friends. Mostly standalone, with hints of continuity.

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    In a world where Professor Xavier and Magneto found the X-men together, how much will be different? Of course, then there's the matter of trying to balance it with their marriage...

    Did we forget to mention Magneto's name is Erika Lehnsherr?

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    “Teach me how you like it, Dr. Grace." Simon's breath on his neck was warm and wet and intoxicating. His vision blackened.
    He'd never felt like this before.
    The next words from Simon's mouth nearly caused him to choke on the saliva pooling in his mouth.
    "I’d love to learn a thing or two from you.”

    Simon is Ryland Grace's demisexual awakening. They're being real freaky about it, too.


    Based on and inspired by this gorgeous art by ollicrillix.

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    “What,” Grace is laughing as she says, “do you wanna stick your hands in my shirt?”

    [Yes.]

    “What.”

    [Grace already say what.]

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    Grace's hands are cold, and Rocky is inspired to try something new.

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    “I called it the Good Luck quilt,” Grace says. “It’s all symbols of luck from across the world, it was a parting gift before the mission - but let’s not get into all that. It’s silly but it’s comforted me through some pretty hard times. I thought…I don’t know. I’m probably just being sentimental.”

    Simon grasps the edge of the quilt that he can reach, if only to make sure it’s real. It’s beautiful. There’s not a lot of color left in the world, and colorful, soft fabric of this quality is worth a fortune. The patterns are joyful, almost childish. For some reason that Simon can’t quite articulate through the sickness and exhaustion, it makes him suddenly very certain that this isn’t the COI.

    In Simon’s old universe, fabric, thread, and yarn are all precious commodities. He's had to learn to mend clothes and knit socks out of practicality. On Erid, it's a way to pay back what he owes, to make friends, and eventually, to heal.
    A love letter fiber crafts and the people who do them, an exploration of physical disability, and of course, a very soft love story.

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    [What does hand flex mean, question?] Rocky asks from where we're huddled together on the floor, watching the 2005 adaption of Pride & Prejudice.

    "It's uh—" I hit pause, search for the right word. "Have we had yearning in the vocab yet?"

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    or: two years and seventeen days after reaching Erid's orbit, the climate control in the biodome breaks

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    Aziraphale felt his cheeks flush pink. “Yes. Well. It appears to be a curse for a cheating lover. The design is to create an ever-increasing obsessive need for the person who—”

    “I’m well aware of what it does,” Crowley interrupted. Aziraphale glanced up from the book and took in Crowley’s stance, the apparent lax posture belied by the way he was clutching the edge of the countertop with white knuckles. Aziraphale swallowed.

    “Is it…” Aziraphale faltered, then tried again. “Is it…” painful is how he told himself he wanted to finish the question. There was no other possible word to end that question that Aziraphale wanted to know.

    “Don’t play dumb, angel. It doesn’t suit you.” Crowley’s voice was low, an edge of something to it that Aziraphale hadn’t heard since the Tadfield airbase, the moment Crowley was ready to give up and accept the apocalypse. He met Aziraphale’s eyes. “You know who I want.”

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