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“What’s a shame?”
Francis looks at him. Really looks at him, and brushes his jaw with his knuckles.
“That you have such a lovely voice, you terrible man. And you so rarely let me hear it.”
There is a tear caught in the corner of Arthur’s lash line, from the laughter, from the wind that dried his eyes; because he is tired. It could be any one of those things or a little of them all. Francis reaches up to brush it away, and Arthur is so still—so very still—as he does it that Francis thinks he might be holding his breath.
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12 Jan 2026
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Rust — Rust a fool — allows himself to imagine a world in which he turns. A world in which they solve this together, they grind it out and start thinking, really thinking, pavements and hard man-hours, answer to nobody but themselves, they solve it. Marty turns. Let this be that world — it’s the world of shit-all else, it’s the world where Rust wakes up wishing he hadn’t every fucking morning, the world in which he knows the sound a child’s bones, still soft, make under the wheels of an ‘84 Mercedes 230CE — let him have this, just this. Only this.
Marty doesn’t turn. Marty mutters under his breath, “Sanctimonious prick,” and Marty leaves.
They arrest Rust twenty-one days later.
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05 Sep 2025
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Shortly after Will kills Garret Jacob Hobbs, he and Hannibal stumble into a D/s relationship. It's a relief to have Hannibal telling him what to do, but the closer they become, the closer he gets to realizing who and what Hannibal really is.
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09 Jun 2025
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Dreams and Stars by objectlesson
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
07 Jul 2020
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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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06 Aug 2024