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A story of Love and Death,
Aries Arcanum a young heir of Sky Airlines had a perfect life with his ballerina girlfriend Felixia (Xia) West , until she unexpectedly left him heartbroken. She made him promise to find happiness again and not to dwell on the past.
Years later, Aries married Julian Brown, a man he barely knew, for reasons he couldn't explain.
Their marriage was cold and distant, as Aries still clung to Xia's memory and refused to open his heart to anyone else. Julian (Lian), however, secretly harbored feelings for Aries and hoped to win his affection someday. But he also respected his grief and gave him the space he needed.
Will Lian give up on their hopeless marriage and seek his own happiness elsewhere? Or Will Aries ever move on from Xia and learn to love Lian and live his life.Find out in this emotional story of love, loss, and healing.
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Change comes as swiftly as spring rains descending upon the earth, uprooting the remnants of winter and birthing new things into existence. It happens upon us when we expect it the least, and before we can run from it, it has already captured us within its arms. Friends become lovers, whispered secrets become known sentiments, and the innocence of boyhood falls sway to the maturity of adulthood. Tomas had always feared change, for it was something he never quite understood. And soon he finds himself in the midst of it, grappling with his best friend's newly-found love for him and his own sexual identity. He had never seen Edmund as anything more than his best friend. But suddenly a new door is opened to him, one that beckons him into deeper things, into intimacy that far exceeds friendly bounds. Tomas and Edmund's relationship is one of vibrancy and athymy; it is a spring bud breaking free of winter and discovering the beauty of spring.
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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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08 May 2026
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kinda slow but good ending was meh
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“Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…
“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“
“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”
“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.
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Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.
Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.
(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)
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“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”
“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:
DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
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January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.
The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.
So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?