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“Brutus, my muscle-bound captor, and how are you on this fine... whatever day it is?”
Ennis can’t quite meet his eyes. “Tuesday,” he tells him, feeling uneasy.
Stiles pulls a face. “Ugh, no, Tuesday’s are never fine. Benign maybe.” His eyes roll back and he blinks hard, lips quirking. “How are you on this benign Tuesday?”
- Part 3 of Sterek Free Ficathon Fills