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    Enjolras stumbles across Grantaire via YouTube comments.
    French!R sings. NYC!Enjolras pines.
    They fall in love via email and Skype.

    4000 miles is pretty far, but they've got trains and planes and cars.
    (Inspired loosely by Hey There Delilah, as if you couldn't already tell.)

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    31 Aug 2014

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    Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

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    28 Aug 2014

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    Stiles. For the last time, we’re in witness protection, not part of some FBI undercover operation. There’s no code names involved. Capiche? In which Derek and Stiles pretend to be married for the sake of everyone’s wolvelihood.

    “We – you and I – are going on an official date this Friday.”
    “We went on an official date last weekend.”
    “We went grocery shopping, Derek,” Stiles says. “We went grocery shopping and you managed to hold my hand for an incredibly unimpressive total of two seconds before freaking out and spending the rest of the trip bitchfacing at everyone. If I remember correctly you actually made the checkout girl cry.”
    “Did not,” Derek says, scowling.

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    25 Aug 2014

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    "Why are you calling me?" Éponine demands as soon as she answers Grantaire's call, her voice short and clipped. There's genuine concern lurking beneath the tone, though. "What happened? Your plane didn't explode, did it?"

    "Unfortunately not." He's standing in the aisle, crushed between the over-cologned businessman in front of him and the man with shoulders like a linebacker behind as they all file forward, making glacial progress toward the front of the plane and freedom. "At this rate, I should be at baggage claim in twenty. Where's the nearest liquor store?"

    She gives a laugh that's short and sharp and means she's more irritated than amused. "How the hell should I know? I'm your agent not your personal assistant, and I've never been to Boston before. Isn't that what your fancy smartphone's for?"

    "My fancy smartphone is for being able to answer your emails while I'm in the air, or at line for Starbucks, or whizzing through the city in the back of a cab. Also for Candy Crush."

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    17 Aug 2014

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    There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

    There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

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    7 Jul 2014

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