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  1. Public Bookmark 92

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    Altaïr and Malik are rough-edged, jagged where they've both broken and healed--Desmond fits in those gaps very nicely indeed.

    PWIP (i.e. Porn With Implied Plot) of non-traditional a/b/o dynamics (a/b/a) Altaïr/Malik/Desmond.

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    29 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 93

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    Altaïr is neither poet nor scholar, no matter how many times he pretends to be so, but he can grasp why such men work so hard to capture this kind of fleeting beauty in words: for how precious these moments are when Desmond is so defenseless and willing, they are rare; and so all the more valuable for it.

    (PWP; Altaïr and Malik share Desmond between them)

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    29 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 58

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    It had been Stiles who’d suggested it, offhand, while sitting on the steps of the Hale house, watching Derek try to wrangle his pups into something closer to controlled. He hadn’t been looking at Peter, but he’d been watching him anyways, and he’d seen—something in Peter that had made him recommend Peter get out of Beacon Hills with only half the malice that Peter had been expecting from him.

    “And what exactly,” Peter had replied, looking straight at Stiles, “do you recommend I do once I get out?” It was rhetorical.

    Stiles shrugged, tossing his keys at Peter without looking and missing by half a foot. Peter caught the keys anyway.

    “I don’t know, dude. Drive.”

    Peter raised his eyebrows. “Drive.”

    “Drive.”

    or, Peter came back different

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    04 May 2026

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    Stiles spots Pyotr for the first time in three hundred years when he’s trying to decide if it’s worth it to buy the wrinkly bell peppers in front of him. This is a problem—Pyotr, not the bell peppers, though to be fair the bell peppers are also a problem, if a much, much, smaller one—because Pyotr should be dead. Pyotr should be very dead. Pyotr should be three hundred years dead, skeleton stuck somewhere in the middle of ass-nowhere Russia with Stiles’s favorite sword through the center of his torso.

    or, Stiles is immortal. Peter is also immortal. Stiles did not realize this before stabbing him and leaving him in the middle of nowhere three hundred years ago, and now they're in a Minnesota grocery store together with Peter looking at Stiles like he's imagining ripping him apart with his bare hands. Yay.

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    04 May 2026

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    Ahsoka blinked. “Master Obi-Wan?”

    “Yes?”

    “Why is Master Qui-Gon growing mildly hallucinogenic plants in your bathtub?”

    “The usual reason, I expect.”

    “Oh.” Ahsoka’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

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    04 May 2026