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Three Days, Four Nights by TheSavageGod
Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas
30 Jul 2025
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A covert matchmaking service exists in Prythian, matching alphas and omegas to share their heats and ruts together. Anonymous. No strings attached. Discrete. Azriel had been using for centuries - easing his heats with some nameless alpha. It was routine: every six months losing a few days to heat, then returning to life at the Night Court. He never expected that, in the midst of burning heat, waiting for the matched alpha, that Eris Vanserra would show up in rut.
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10 Oct 2025
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"A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. 'Excuse me'; 'thank you'; 'hello'. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you' or 'Wow you’re really pretty'. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.
Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world' tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret."
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04 Oct 2025
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It was around the age of 16 that Stiles finally started to come to terms with the implications of his words and he had made peace with it. On occasion, he thought that maybe they’d be able to work past whatever issues his soulmate had with him, but when even Scott would forlornly glance at his bicep with those big round, pitiful eyes - he knew. So he accepted it!
But one good thing that came out of that whole situation was Lydia. When Stiles had swiftly redirected himself down the opposite end of the hall and ducked into a somewhat empty classroom to escape prying eyes and laughing jeers over the words stamped across his skin, Lydia had followed. She stayed quiet, let Stiles collect himself and get a hold of his breathing again, then calmly said, “Fuck fate.”
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OR: the soulmate au one based off an old tumblr post or something i read when stiles' words make him think his soulmate hates him so he avoids speaking to them so they won't know who he is. needless to say, that plan doesn't pan out too well and idiots are forced to communicate
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04 Oct 2025
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When Jaskier is young, he is sold to a slaver to solve his parents' problems with money.
He ends up at the royal court of Tretogor, a gold-collared bedslave, reserved for the royal line. Unlike the others, Jaskier doesn't settle into his fate, but rebels in what little ways he can.
It's no wonder then, that when the warlord of the north visits Tretogor for negotiations, Jaskier finds himself in the middle of it all.---000---
His mother's face is sad, and Julian wishes more than anything he could change that. She tucks a lock of his soft brown hair behind his ear.
“Remember how you said you wanted to help?”
Julian nods.
“There’s someone who… is coming to take a look at you. If you do well, we’ll get enough to pay the rent that’s still due. If we’re very lucky, we’ll get enough to buy back the farm.”
“What do I have to do?” Julian asks.
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Bookmarked by cataclysmica
10 Sep 2025
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Under Cazador, the title 'boy' was used to degrade. An endearment coated in poison.
Under Halsin, boy is like a prayer.
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21 Aug 2025