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    Six years after the film, Elio Perlman is now a world-renowned concert pianist. Oliver attends one of Elio's shows; they meet, they speak, and more.

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    A non-chronological song prompt-inspired Veronica Mars story collection. Veronica and Logan-centric, pre-series to current books. Slight AU from canon since I started posting prior to the release of the film.

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    “I slept with Mickey Milkovich last night,” Ian whispers.

    “So?”

    “So—” Ian stares at his phone for a second. “I slept with Mandy’s fucking brother.”

    “Ian, what do you want me to say? Congratulations? You’ve been dating Mickey for almost a year,” Lip says, sounding confused as fuck. Ian blinks. That can’t be right. Ian’s only seen Mickey in pictures with Mandy. He’s never even met the fucking guy. How can he be dating him?

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    01 Dec 2019

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    Mickey gives him an exasperated look, rising to his feet. Mickey is definitely attractive, Ian can say, but—this is not the point. “You drank more than me, so I’m assuming you may even have a worse headache than I do.” He pulls on some clothes too and walks over to Ian. Ian can actually feel his heart seize when Mickey comes closer. When they’re almost chest to chest, Mickey frowns at him. “Hey, you okay?” he says softly. Ian forces himself to smile and nod, and Mickey takes Ian’s chin and tilts his head down for a rather sweet kiss. “You’re acting funny,” Mickey says when they pull apart.

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    "You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."

    Derek doesn't respond.

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    23 Sep 2019

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    The weirdest thing is when Stiles figures out that Derek isn't even getting what he wants, not completely. Who the fuck pays for a hooker and doesn't ask for what they really, truly want? What would be the point? It's the one thing that none of Stiles's clients have ever hidden from him, not the way boyfriends might. He expects lies on every subject except this one.

    Stiles doesn’t accept every call he gets, but he specializes in werewolves, so he gets more than his fair share of weird requests. His clients have given him fake names and asked him to degrade them, to piss on them, to do things that Stiles won't do even for his dad's bills, and all of them, even the ones who were ashamed about it afterwards, have known they could be honest with a hooker about what they want in bed. They've gotten their money's worth.

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    He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

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    22 Sep 2019

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    "What if it's not true," Stiles says quickly, heart pounding. "We could be related, we could be brothers. How creepy and disturbing would that be?" He's rambling and he knows it, but he can't stop.

    "We're not brothers." Derek tries to tug his face close again, and Stiles can't think of a single reason not to let him. He wants Derek to kiss him, and he honestly has no idea why he's pretending that he doesn't. He doesn't know why he's so nervous about just letting it happen.

    Derek's mouth is warm, all easy shift and pressure. Stiles lifts his hands and curls his fingertips in Derek's shirt, opens up a little for him. The kiss goes deep, turns into a wet slide of tongues, and a harsh grate of stubble that makes his insides feel tangled and hot. It's really, really good, it's better than Stiles has any frame of reference for. Which makes the fact that Derek pulls away very confusing, and a little upsetting.

    "What? Why did you stop?" he says numbly, his mouth is still wet, which is weirdly distracting.

    "You're -" Derek stops, frowning.

    "What? I'm what?" Stiles isn't quite sure whether he sounds nervous or irritated, adrenaline makes his voice louder than he means.

    "Not familiar," Derek says, with a frown of disappointment. "I thought I'd feel something."

    "Oh screw you," Stiles says sharply, face colouring, trying to twist his way out of Derek's impossible grip.

    "No," Derek eases him back into stillness, gives a frustrated sigh. "I didn't mean it like that, I just meant you feel new, I thought if you were mine I'd know it."

    Stiles thinks about objecting to the 'mine' part of that sentence. But he's finding it really hard to think straight after that.

    "I think we've already established how memorable I am," Stiles says, trying to make a joke, and feeling kind of shitty, because it's fairly obvious that Derek has gotten it out of his system, and he has no intention of kissing him again.

    But then he does, he just sways back in, as if it's that easy for him, slightly too much pressure, and the faint scrape of sharp teeth.

    "I never said I didn't want to," Derek says roughly, right into his mouth. Before he's sliding away.

    Stiles doesn't know what to say to that. He isn't sure he's supposed to say anything to that.

    "It's late," Derek says. "And you're human, you should get some sleep."

    Stiles mouth still doesn't work well enough to form words, so he just stupidly watches Derek shut himself in the bathroom.

    "It's awesome how you say 'human' like it's an insult," he mutters. Which doesn't get a reply, but he knows Derek can still hear him.

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    Isak finally takes the plunge towards what's seemed like an inevitability for almost ten years.

    Of course that's when some guy comes along and ruins everything.

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    Isak Valtersen is literally the last thing Even's life needs right now.

    It pretty horrifying how hard that is to remember, everytime he's around.

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    25 Jun 2019

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    "...and this is my fiancee, Isak."

    His teeth are different, is the first, asinine thought that Even's mind chooses to come up with, followed by, When did he have braces?

    As he reaches out to shake the hand of the guy who was once - quite literally - the man of his dreams.

    He tries to stay perfectly still, tries to ignore the jolt that goes through his entire body when their palms touch, and their fingers wrap around each other--

    Isak's eyes seem to grow a little wider, darker, at their contact-- Even tells himself he's obviously imagining it.

    Because he knows his own face is perfectly normal and friendly and not giving away a single hint of what his heart is doing inside of his chest right now.

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    "Destroy the seed of evil, or it will grow up to your ruin." - Aesop.
    After weeks of getting her life back on track, Eve takes a wrong step and begins indulging in dangerous vices. But turning a blind eye to Villanelle's true nature is a grave mistake, and soon, Eve will feel the consequences everywhere around her.

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    28 Apr 2019

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    When comparing all the daydreams and fantasies Eve Polastri has ever had about the lethal woman who used to be called Oksana Astankova, the one in which they're alone on a raft, in the middle of a still and silent lake, is by far her favourite. There have been hundreds of daydreams, of course, ranging from food fights and Christmas Day to slit throats and broken legs, but this one is the only one where she feels like she's getting what she needs the most; a window into the mystery that is Oksana.

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