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    “Please,” he says, making a fist in crude linen, pulling Gimli closer, dizzy with the scent of his sweat, his skin, his dirt. His mouth floods, and he must swallow it before it continues. “Why do you not allow me to touch you as you touch me?”

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    16 May 2026

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    When Gimli is but a child, he gets lost in the mines of Ered Luin. It is dark, and it is cold, and he is alone.

    He will never recover.

    With his shaking hands and his Stonefear Gimli cannot perform as well as he wished, as a Dwarf. He can't go on a Quest to reclaim Erebor. He can't go on a Quest to reclaim Khazad-dûm.

    He can, however, force his way into the Quest to save all of Middle-Earth.

    There he meets Legolas, who reminds him too much of his friend Ori, in many ways.

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    15 May 2026

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    Grandfather's boots are next, soft and worn where Father's are always polished to gleaming, and then Grandfather's hands, and then his face. He looks tired, under his beard, under his crown, but he is smiling when he reaches under the bed to her.

    "My sister Daella used hide under her bed with her dollies, when we were small," he says, his voice very quiet and very gentle. "Will you come out, poppet? Your grandmother and I would like to speak with you a little, if we may."

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    13 Apr 2026

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    Benoit forces himself to look up at Jud from where he was attempting to decipher the Father's scribbled notes. Jud stands there, shaky hands hanging loosely at his sides, in his dark sweater and grey sweatpants that Benoit knows are only staying up due to the efforts of some tightly-drawn drawstrings. Hair dripping, cheeks rosy, eyes bloodshot, beautiful. 

    Road to fucking Damascus.

    or: the days and months following martha's death

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    05 Mar 2026

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    “You’re not usually one to shy away from fornication.”

    Dean’s not usually one to get greedy. Usually he just pushes it all down, the little things. He’s just not there yet. Things like getting slapped during sex and wearing women’s underwear and putting on fun costumes are just part of Dean’s mystical little fantasy world that don’t need to be brought to the light of day.

    And the precarious answer to Cas’s implied question is, “This is about more than just sex. Even though the sex is a bonus.”

    “It’s about… you…” Cas says it slowly, like he’s trying to let Dean fill in the blanks.

    “Liking it when you take care of me.”

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    17 Feb 2026