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    I've had to come to terms with the fact that this is just smut. There may be a time when the characters require me to do something else, but for now? Sometimes I want Spock and Kirk to have sex, and this is the universe where they do. That's pretty much it.

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    Lucifer was an angel once.

    That’s what Nursey thinks, the first time he sees William Poindexter.

    Because the boy is beautiful even though he shouldn’t be. Even though he’s doubtless the kind of person who would punch you in the face if you said the words “you” and “beautiful” to him in the same sentence.

    His skin is choked with freckles. It’s potentially more freckle than skin. Not just his face, where his nose and cheekbones are so hyper-pigmented they look tanned, but his collarbones and forearms and knuckles. The close-shaved dark ginger stubble of his hair should make his ears look too big or his mouth too wide but instead it accentuates the long curve of his throat, the cup of velvet skin between the tendons in the back of his neck.

    “You’re the new defenseman?” Nursey asks. “William Poindexter?”

    And the boy turns around and considers him with what might be contempt but what might just be the way his face looks and says, “Yeah?” like its a challenge.

    And Nursey thinks:

    Oh no.

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    16 Mar 2019

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    The first time Andrew realizes he wants to hear the words, Neil isn’t even doing anything. He’s just sitting there, staring at the horizon with that stupidly dramatic faraway expression of his, and letting the cigarette burn down between his fingers all the way to the filter — an outrageous waste of good nicotine, if you asked Andrew.

    (Or: 20+ times Andrew and Neil say I love you, and one time they say it out loud.)

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    13 Aug 2018

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    “Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

    “I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

    “This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

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    When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

    Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

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    08 Feb 2018

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    All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He'll never have any of that again.

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    27 Apr 2016

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The thing is, Stiles must have a daemon.

     

    Everyone has a daemon.

     

    Well, except things. Things don’t. But that's what they are. Things. Not human. Monstrous.

     

    So Stiles must have one. It's just that Derek's never seen it.

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    01 Dec 2015