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Stiles is a thirty two year old omega with a successful career in runecraft. He has a two bedroom bungalow with a den filled with books that he calls a library. He has hobbies and a thriving garden, he’s the cool house that gives away full-size chocolate bars at Hallowe’en. He’s not really looking for a mate, honestly he’s more likely to join up with a pack, given his shiny magic skillset. Most of the time he’s happy. But lately, he has a problem.
Whether it’s a midlife crisis, or something in the goddamn water, his dad has become obsessed with becoming a grandpa.
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Bookmarked by Isoulde
26 Jun 2023
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Short, ridiculously clever, and Aunt Elwi is a perfect gem.
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“Well, well, well,” drawls a familiar voice that Stiles hadn’t even considered he might ever hear again. “The token pack human, left all alone?”
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Stiles looks down at the new line on his forearm and sighs. This one won't be a long wait, at least.
You're so beautiful, I wish we had more time.
He doesn't even get to say any words back, collapsing into the dirt, bleeding out from a bullet to the spine, outside of the burning Hale house. His eyes meet his soulmate’s as the light fades from them both.
No, this one wasn't a long wait at all.
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Bookmarked by Isoulde
27 Dec 2022
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Short, sweet, and poignant. While you hope it lasts, there’s a shadow of doubt lurking beneath the surface.
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After Claudia dies, her father stops in to check on her grieving husband and son, and to offer them a new direction in life.
Fast-forward to the present, and Stiles misses lunch with Peter without explanation. Obviously, Peter’s going to kill someone.
2/24/19: “I was making sure the line doesn’t get any longer,” Stiles says, sliding Peter a menu. He gets back into his chair and puts his phone away, and then, so Peter doesn’t pout the entire meal, crosses his feet around Peter’s ankle. “Since we’ve never in the history of me living in this town been able to have a pack-to-pack meet without somebody throwing down, and you always want a rosé slushie after beating up an alpha.”
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Bookmarked by Isoulde
13 May 2022
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2nd (or 3rd time around) . . . The one and only benefit of short term memory loss is getting to reread good stories over and over until they finally get transferred to the long term memory circuits which are still working just fine. And there is great joy in being delightfully taken by surprise (again) by a particular passage.
So when I snorted my coffee across the table in a huge guffaw when I (re)read “Of course. And you bottle up every evil sorcerer in Coke and talk a priest into blessing a roll of Mentos just for the sheer joy of bottle-rocketing them into the afterlife . . . “ I had to make sure I’d be able to come back to this gem at will.
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Every single scrap Stiles has, he’s worked down to the bone for. Blood literally soaked into the land, sacrifice woven through bonds like chains. Their pack is small and strong and so dedicated, jagged parts fitting together into the most beautiful machine.
So this asshole?
This bags of dicks with the cashmere silk sweater and monk straps and manicured goatee? Who thinks he can walk in and throw some money around and claim their territory because of some nebulous family ties?
Fuck this asshole.
Bookmarked by Isoulde
29 Apr 2022
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BAMF Stiles, perfect Peter, sweet,sweet vengeance. Oh, and nasty fey foe.