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Coming back from Hell leaves certain scars, even if the body is pristine.
Sam will never tell Dean about this, but sometimes when Dean is having a nightmare he calls out. And sometimes Castiel answers.
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To Stand Amongst Stars by Bliblibo
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
08 Aug 2025
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Something felt different this time. Their kisses didn’t feel just hot, but feverish, and the previously tentative touches had frenzied. Cody’s hands were pawing at his robes as Obi-Wan realised he was trying to remove them.
Oh.
Soon. Soon the price would be paid, with body and flesh and penetration, sweat and tears and fluids.
Or: Obi-Wan and the conundrum that is physical intimacy
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Lamb to the Slaughter by Bliblibo
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
07 Jun 2025
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When the grand chancellor of the republic first tortured a trooper in front of Fox, he fought back.
The second time, Fox begged.
Or: Fox's not good, very terrible time as he learns to survive coruscant
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After Castiel, Claire becomes her own canvas.
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44 birthdays
Bookmarked by Bliblibo
26 Jun 2026
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For the sake of avoiding spoilers Dean is only 35 right now
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In an alternate universe, Harvey's still the best closer in New York but Mike's not a runner for Trevor: he's a pizza deliveryman, Harvey's favorite pizza deliveryman. And Harvey's discovery that Mike's more than he lets on will change everyone's lives...
Told and retold through Mike, Donna, and Harvey's point of view, with new scenes and reactions each time.
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Sam arrives at Stanford with eight things.
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how much more of your guts do you have to throw up before you’re grown up by canoneer_zakura (Lady_ofthelake)
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
20 Jun 2026
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Sam wipes his lips with the back of his hand and rinses his mouth in the sink with mechanical movements, swishes and spits until he can’t taste the sour tang of his unwilling guts spilling out of him. He exits without an outward hint of his little misadventure, and Dean flashes him a normal if strained smile from where he’s cross-legged on the floor with an assortment of metal pieces and cleaning tools spread out in front of him.
“Heya, Sammy,” he drawls, and it’s so frustratingly placid that Sam wants to scream.
or, sam and the helpless agony of being protected