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“I’m sure you heard me the first time, but I don’t mind repeating myself,” James says with a lazy shrug. Sitting beside Will, he’s leaning his cheek against one fist, an indolent display of leisure. It’s the time of day when the light that spills through the library’s windows casts them both in a golden glow, almost seeming to jump off James’ skin. It just means that the grin James cocks at Will is even sharper, even more beautiful.
“I know you want to kiss me. So what’s stopping you from doing it?”
Will and James fuck, occasionally. Casually.
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11 Jun 2025
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He crawled across the short expanse of the tree house and tugged on Stiles’ shirt.
“What, are they bringing reinforcerants?”
“It’s reinforcements, and no, but I wanted to try something.”
“Okay?”
Derek took his face in his hands and smiled at him, and Stiles smiled back. Jesus, his heart was beating so quickly, and was it really that loud or could only Derek hear that? This was going to be his first kiss.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Stiles’.
And than quickly fell backwards with a gasp.
“What the heck Stiles!” Derek moaned, hand going to the side of his face. When he looked up Stiles was holding the baseball bat they kept in the treehouse and his eyes were the size of two grapefruit.
Or, Derek was nine years old when he fell in love with Stiles. This is their life story.
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And Derek was there, as if it was a simple twist of fate.
There were so many ways Stiles wanted to forgive Derek, but then he came to his senses.
He wouldn’t risk Charlotte’s safety for that hope–never again.
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Stiles and Derek are parted by war and misunderstandings, only to find each other again.- Language:
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18 Sep 2023
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The man (who Derek had taken to calling ‘Bambi’ in his head) had arrived at Hale’s Bookish Tales painfully early that morning. Normally when he came in he would sprawl out in the desk under the large bay window up front, but today he’d made a bee-line for the lower level and hadn’t returned to the surface since.
Not even after the mass blizzard alert hit, and all the other customers had fled.
If it wasn’t for Derek’s increasingly unhinged infatuation with the man - and thus over-awareness of his presence - he wouldn’t even have noticed that a customer still remained in his bookshop. But Derek had been carefully watching the stream of customers filing out, and had noticed the glaring absence of one in particular.
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- Part 1 of Winter/Christmas Themed ❄️
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A short and sweet AU, where Derek writes poetry about Stiles.