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John was working so much, too much, and he missed his boy.
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- Part 22 of Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go
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It was hard being in a polyamorous relationship with two older men who happened to be Uncle and Nephew. What the town didn’t know was, well, werewolves. And mates. Fucking mates gave zero shits about blood relation, apparently. There was also magic. Stiles magic claimed these two men as his and, well, he was completely okay with letting his magic make that choice.
Whatever. They were happy. They deserved nice things. All of them.
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God, Stiles needed more Adderall. And a nap. And a good fuck. Possibly not in that order.
Recent NYU grad, and new law clerk, Stiles Stilinski is sixty-five hours into a very long work week, the latest in a string of very long work weeks. He’s suffering from a terrible case of no-time-to-jerk-off, and a shared apartment with painfully thin walls. To top it off, his entitled bastard of a boss seems to have missed the memo on personal space. If he doesn’t get some quality time with his right hand, and soon, he’s going to end up fired, or evicted.
Unfortunately, his roommate is forever getting in the way of his plans, and it turns out his boss is just plain trouble with a capital T.
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Chris and Stiles have been at their house in Spain for a little over a year when Stiles answers the door to see Peter standing on the other side of it, a bag slung over his shoulder. Chris hears the doorbell, but doesn't hear anything else, so he walks into the foyer curiously, to see Stiles standing in front of the door, staring at Peter with her mouth hanging open. Peter looks uncomfortable and unsure, hand clenching the strap of his bag tightly.
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Sequel to In The Mourning Hours
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- Part 2 of The Hours
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Most people don't discover their destined other half until eighteen, when their soulmate tattoo appears. But Stiles is special—he's always been special. At least that's what his mother used to tell him before she went bat-shit crazy and left him with the gift passed down through generations of her family.
Stiles' soulmate is a bit older—by maybe fifteen years or so. And he's handsome. And smart. And witty. Stiles has never been so happy.
And that feeling lasts for nearly two minutes.
Because Stiles' next vision is of his own death.
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Stiles looks at his husbands with a sweet smile. “Take me to bed?” he pleads.
[Let's make babies!!!]
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- Part 3 of The Wish Our Hearts Make
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