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    Stiles knows what he should be doing, finding a good Dom and seeing a few dozen therapists. But that shit can wait, right now he's got a gang to infiltrate and a murderer to find. A murderer who killed his father.

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    05 Jun 2021

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    Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

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    “You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

    “Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

    “Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

    “What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

    “Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

    “Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

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    01 Jun 2021

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    Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

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    20 May 2021

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    Agron took pride in his ability to cut ties. He’d wander from bed to bed as he did villages, tumbling with an omega or beta, without any lingering fondness in his heart the next morning. Duro teased him about it, this lack of attachment he seemed to have.

    For Agron, it didn’t matter. Who was some omega, to his brother, his mother, who were cut from blood and bone.

    Later, long after he and Duro had been captured, he cemented himself to this belief.

    Spartacus smelled of sorrow and rage. He rubbed at the bondmark on his neck from his mate without even thinking.

    And watching Crixus wail, tied up between the whipping posts with his back ripped raw Naevia’s anguished face in his neck as they embraced before the slaver was to take her, Agron was never more content with how his heart wandered and never landed.

    Doomed, his brothers were by love. He would never fall prey to it. Or to any omega.

    (Or the A/B/O Nagron AU)

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    03 May 2021

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    The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.

    He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.

    He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.

    Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.

    “Who is that?” he asked quietly.

    “That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”

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    30 Mar 2021