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To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.
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3 Jul 2017
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This is some dope shit.
Let me try again: I had no idea I needed this in my life. This story is just so lovely!
Fantasy!AU. Royalty, too.
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Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.
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4 Jun 2017
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A beautiful fucking alternative universe to what would of happened if Eggsy was a handler instead.
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Beacon Hills.
Two lost souls.
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13 May 2017
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Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell
"Make love to me," Derek demands.
What.
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2 Apr 2017
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The fic that broke my heart.
“I... I know that what you felt... I know it wasn’t real. But,” Stiles gulps convulsively, “what... I felt. Was. Real, that is. So just... handle with fucking care, alright?
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“Okay,” Stiles leans over the book, finger on his chin, while Derek stands there beside him with a frown on his face, “we have the pig’s blood.”
“They loved that at the butcher shop,” Derek mutters, rubbing his hand along his jaw. “I’ll take three quarts of pig’s blood. Not like this town doesn’t already think I’m some sort of fucking pervert anyway.”
“We have the hair you picked off his clothes,” Stiles points to the tiny Ziploc bag with a handful of Scott hairs tucked safely inside, and Derek grimaces. “We have the candles. We have the snake. Now we just need an object of the deceased.” He furrows his brow as he leans over the book some more, cocking his head. “It says the object can be anything that was deeply personal to the deceased. Like a piece of sentimental jewelry or a cherished trinket or even a favorite song.”
Derek snorts. “Yeah. Let’s just listen to fucking Blink-182 and summon the devil.”
“Right?” Stiles laughs, high and hysterical, manic almost.
Derek laughs, and Stiles laughs, and it’s not funny. It’s really not funny.
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29 Mar 2017
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Ah, to get back into reading long ass fics. Sterek! And lovely. It could have gone so wrong. Scott died and Stiles resurrected him. Then shit happened.