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Stiles opens his eyes, and suddenly everything feels real.
It's harsh, harsher than anything he's felt in years. The lights above him are a blinding white, the tabletop under his back too cold, his sweat sticky on his skin. There are faces leaning over him, wide eyes and concerned words too grating on his ears.
He closes his eyes again. Just a moment ago he'd had Sam in his arms, the little pup sniffling weakly against his shoulder as he rocked the boy back and forth. There had been a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and it had woken the boys up. He and Derek had to go into their room to calm them down, hold them and rock them back to sleep. Aaron had already passed out on Derek's shoulder, and he'd been putting the boy back into his bed. Sam was fussy, was always more fussy between the two of them, more afraid of lightning and thunder, and Stiles was just whispering something to Derek about getting blackout curtains for the boys' room.
And now he's here.
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28 Jun 2026
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"What would you like, Geraldus? You can tell me."
Harper Geraldus has had a very bad, terrible, absolutely no-good week. His superiors decide he needs a night at the Sharess's Caress to cure what ails him.
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23 Jun 2026
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Alicent supposed the headman’s axe slicing into her neck would hurt less than this: the sight of Aegon, garbed in white, kneeling before the block, his face a mask of bravery while Rhaenyra, in her authoritative voice, said for all to hear above the pouring rain, “Aegon Targaryen, you are sentenced to death by execution for crimes against the Crown and its rightful queen, the foremost being usurpation of the throne, and taking up arms to keep it in your possession. If you have any final words,” continued Rhaenyra after a brief pause, “you may speak them.”
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19 Jun 2026
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Blood dribbled down Alicent’s neck. Her pulse throbbed. There was a matching one between her legs. She was dripping wet there, too.
“Don’t squirm,” said Rhaenyra. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Good.” Alicent liked it best when it hurt.
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Alicent is visited by her long-time vampire lover. They each get their fill.
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19 Jun 2026
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Anyone who knows Stiles merely has to take one look at her to know that graceful is something she is decidedly not. Yeah, she gets injured a lot, and the sad part is, like seventy-five percent isn't even for supernatural reasons. Most of it comes from being an unfortunate klutz with the frightening ability to trip over every impediment she stumbles (har har) across, and the unfortunate habit of running into every sharp corner of every possible piece of furniture in her vicinity with any number of vulnerable body parts. To be honest, she kind of lucked out with the whole fiance with super-saliva-healing power, because it's really cut down on her overall band-aid usage.
So, she's got a lot of experience with watching Derek both figuratively and literally lick her wounds. What was it her dad always said? One's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern? Hell, it didn't even take three instances to figure it out...that Derek kinda had like, a thing about blood, specifically hers. Because she's definitely not stupid, and she's certainly not blind, and Derek might think he's being subtle about it, but he's not.
He's really, really not.
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03 Jun 2026