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"Bitch Witch!"
"Death Breath!"
"Mole Nose!"
"Zombie Freak!!"
These where just some of the names being thrown out by Nico Di Angelo and Lou Ellen at each other. You're probably wondering what led to this? Shall we step back a minute or two to find out...?
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Let's see what happens when Percy stumbles on to Lou Ellen and Nico fighting, leading to Lou blasting Nico... and making multiples of him!? What will Percy do?
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So I've always wanted to post something on Ao3, and I had this old story back when I was really into percico so much that I wrote a whole story about it, and I wanted to post it on here!
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Remmick has been begging to make you his forever, and tonight? You finally let him.
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19 Jun 2026
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Brendon Park has built an entire career on being the smartest person in the room. Then he meets you, who makes him forget what he was about to say.
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15 Jun 2026
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Stiles has spent years keeping his secrets exactly that — secret. Layered shirts, careful angles, a very practiced talent for misdirection. Beacon Hills is complicated enough without adding shifter to the list of things nobody can know.
He wasn't planning on Derek finding out. He definitely wasn't planning on what came after.
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02 Jun 2026
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Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.
“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”
Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.
Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.
Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.
It felt so wrong to not want them now.
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02 Jun 2026
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There was no physical equivalent to what it felt like they did, so intimate it was. It was seeing each other naked, it was deep make-outs, it was dry-humping, and it was sex, but it was none of it. Perhaps, if someone opened their chest cavities, took their hearts and squished them together, that’s what it would feel like — feeling their valves open and close, the blood pump, the muscles contract, and one heartbeat pulse right into the other.
Derek offered his hand. “Let me show you one more time.”
“Show me what?”
“What would it feel like to have an alpha.”
Warmth burst in Stiles’ tight chest. His stomach swooped. His spark trembled in anticipation, reaching out, striving to taste that power again. Going red under the constant gaze of those hazel eyes, Stiles put his hand in Derek’s. He couldn’t help but give a small inhale at their sparks meeting once more.
Heat. Weight and weightlessness. Tight embrace and high, impenetrable walls. Power. Safety.
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21 May 2026