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The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) for Giveemhale
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
29 Dec 2021
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“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!”
Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’
“Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind.
“Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!
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09 Feb 2023
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“Stiles,” Derek’s voice was more serious than before, his eyes appearing darker in the candlelight. He looked down at his hands holding the fine crystal glass, observing the gold inlaid for the first time. He never held such fine dinnerware before, even at weddings—and Stiles used this daily. He gently placed the crystal down. “I am far beneath you.”
Stiles’ face pinched up in revulsion at such words. “That’s not true.”
“You’re the Duke of Beacon, and I am a recently appointed mine baron,” Derek tiredly answered. “My hands will never be clean enough for you.”
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29 Dec 2021
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Ellie slips the photo out of the back of her phone, it’s folded and creased between her mother’s seventeen-year-old face and the boy beside her. They’re both looking into the camera, both grinning, both a bit blurred by the glow of streetlights behind them. A snapshot in time, a freeze-frame moment from seventeen years ago… she’s been staring at it so long that her mother and the boy blur together until Ellie finds herself in the smear of it. (His smile, the dimples that sit in the edges of a sharp-toothed grin. Her mother’s hair, the curve of her cheek and nose.)
The train lurches as it slows and Ellie tucks the photo into the back of her phone again with unsteady fingers as she pushes to her feet. Some of the other people in the car do the same. It’s late enough that she’s aware she doesn’t quite blend in, too young looking in sneakers and leggings and one of her school sweaters, but she’s got pepper spray hanging from a keyring jangling around her wrist and she’s too nervous about meeting him to worry about anything else.
The paper crinkles in her hands and she looks down at it again, just as the subway doors open on a rush of warm, stale air. His name, in blue ink.
Nicolas Cordova
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26 May 2021
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27 Mar 2019
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Трилогия про Уилла Норана и Фернана Риверте. Можно приобрести в виде бумажных книг здесь: http://book.mimolet.com/mp/?s=3278
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27 Mar 2019