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He looked up, and a man stood before him. Geralt hadn't heard him approach. That was the first sign there was something odd.
The second was the faint but still noxious smell of poison that clung to his fingers, just strong enough to make out over the spiced perfume he wore. And under all of that was a richer smell, as familiar as Geralt's own scent, because it was Geralt's own. Or a witcher's, at least.
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07 Jun 2026
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Really nicely done, but unfortunately left on a cliffhanger.
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“Take your time,” Carla said sternly. “Don’t rush this because you’re worried, Buck, do you hear me? Any change in your scent could just set him off.”
“Yes, thank you, I know how to deal with Alphas,” he drawled.
“Yes, but Eddie’s not just another Alpha and I think it’s time we acknowledged that.”
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- Part 1 of How Bright We Shine
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Buck asks, "Where is your dad?"
"He's downstairs buying sodas," Christopher replies. He sits down next to Buck and points at the magazine. "Why are you reading Bridal Guide?"
"Oh." Buck flushes a little. It's not like he can explain: I realized I'm in love with your dad and keep accidentally planning a wedding we're never going to have. "It was this or Golf Digest."
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"You want me to hold you down while we do this, Stiles?" says the incubus. In one sudden movement it has Stiles’ arm wrenched over his head and pinned it by the wrist below the headboard. "Would that make this easier for you?"
Stiles swallows. "Maybe?" This whole thing where he gets the chance to opt out of having mindblowing sex with a demon of questionable intentions is causing him more unnecessary stress than he wants to deal with. Can't it just get on with ravishing him already?
"You really think that’s what we do? You think we need to? Ever?" The incubus' breath ghosts warm against his neck. (Actually, Stiles has half an idea that ‘thinking’ isn’t much of good description of anything that’s gone through his head for a good few minutes. It’s so unfair of it to pick on him for that.)
AKA: The Medieval AU where Derek is an incubus and Stiles is so, so far out of his depth right now.
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- Part 1 of Demoniality
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Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell
"Make love to me," Derek demands.
What.