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Lance stopped in his tracks, lifting his head to stare fearfully toward their destination. The castle loomed ahead of them, ominous in its state of disrepair. The brickwork and ornate doors that had once held the royal family now stood crumbled and damaged. The beast that occupied the building now had no time for upkeep, it would seem.
“Keep it moving, Lance.” A gruff voice ordered from his side. The gentle pressure of the guard's sword settled between Lance’s shoulder blades a moment later, when Lance stayed frozen in spot despite the warning.
One more step and he'd be on the bridge. Short and stone, leading straight to the castle door. The final march, less than ten steps before death would inevitably snatch him up in its talons.
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With his entire village on the brink of dying from the coldest winter they've ever known, Lance volunteers himself as a sacrifice to the dragon living in the abandoned Altean castle. Only, the great dragon Krolia isn't home, and instead Lance meets Keith. Short, spunky, socially awkward. What starts out as hate at first sight quickly develops into something much more.
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17 Mar 2020
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Literally the best thing ever, so adorable and sweet I got a cavity from reading it
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Jimin bottles up joy the way people store and save honey.
He does it so often, in fact, that when he looks up — all he can see is darkness.
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Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.
“Not too close, he bites.”
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.
The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”
“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.
He looked extremely displeased.
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18 Jun 2019
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Literally one of the best fics I've read in my ten years of fic reading
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"Holy crap! Why the hell did you lie to incredibly powerful magical beings with trust issues? How was that Plan A?"
Derek says, "We're not arguing about this, it's already done."
"Like hell we're not fighting about this," Stiles says, indignant. "What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking it was worth the risk if it kept you alive! And it worked, so drop it."
"You had no idea that it was going to work!" Stiles throws his hands up. Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life? "Why did they even believe you in the first place?"
Derek says, "You reeked of me," which is unfair. Stiles only smelled because he'd gotten covered in Derek's bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.
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27 May 2019