pride_and_sensibility
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Mickey felt a little like he was drowning. He could steal, shoot a man, intimidate anyone, and yet he was stuck staring at the back of Ian’s head and thinking about how much he wanted to kiss him. More than anything, he wanted to hold his hand.
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Lydia and Stiles watch Kill Bill.
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- Part 1 of Hold Me Down
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Stiles almost doesn’t think she’s going to tell him, but then she says quietly, “I broke up with Jackson.”
“Oh,” he exclaims at the confirmation, jubilant. But then he can pretty much feel her glare through the wall they’re talking through, so he hastily adopts a far more sober tone. “I mean, oh. So sorry for your loss. My condolences. Uh— rest in peace, Jackson.”
“He’s not dead,” Lydia snaps.
“He’s not? I thought you would’ve ripped him to shreds.”
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AU. Stiles and Lydia are neighbours in their apartment building, and the walls are really thin, which means they get to know each other. Whether they want to or not.
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04 Apr 2025
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this was perfect and should be reread many times
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Lydia has a plan: attend college, study the biological makeup of werewolves, win prizes, and wear amazing shoes. She does not expect to make friends with Stiles. Or flirt with Stiles. Or accidentally start a pack war with Stiles. Whatever. The point is, Lydia has a plan.
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When Inspector Arthur Pendragon went into work that morning he didn’t expect to get on the bad side of an attractive paramedic whose dessert-related insults were surprisingly scathing. Then the same man turned up at the police station, with a clever glint in his eye and his daughter in his arms.
When Merlin Emrys became a single father he made one simple rule: he wouldn’t date until Aithusa was old enough to understand. Merlin had always had his hands full with his daughter and never had a problem with this rule until Arthur stepped into his life. Then everyone he knew started conspiring against him. -
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The body of a Prince was not like anyone’s. His hand only ever held others in a firm handshake, and rarely without gloves. Sometimes he would raise the delicate hands of noble ladies to his lips for a brief kiss, but it was all out of propriety. He rarely touched others, but what was even rarer was others touching him. The only ones who dared were his knights, and even they only smacked his shoulder or patted his back in friendly roughhousing. Gripping each other’s arms before battle was the most heartfelt touch they exchanged. Lingering soft touches were not done. Any lingering touch on his person could be interpreted as political movements. After all, Arthur’s body wasn’t his own. It never had been. He was Camelot’s first and foremost. Even above his own needs and wants.