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Stiles has been dumped by Derek for months, and he doesn’t understand why Derek gets so angry sees him getting close to someone else at a bar.
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WARNING: Dubious ConsentBookmarked by Fallen_Wind
13 Jun 2026
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**new chapter coming soon**
Latibule: (noun.) A hiding place; a place or person of safety and comfort
Stiles is at college, in his second year of study, trying to navigate being a broke student, being away from his home town, and being kicked out of his pack.
Stiles is prepared, feeling less off balance than his previous year at college, he's excited, even, ready to get through as much as possible. And, he is almost over the guilt and shame and heartbreak that came with the whole getting kicked out of his pack thing. Yes, he still has a crush on Derek, but he has had a crush on Derek since he was 16, and now at 21, he's pretty sure he can manage.
What happens when Stiles's new Folklore & Anthropology professor turns out to be Derek Hale, the one who kicked him from the pack 2 years earlier? What happens when Stiles is so utterly convinced that Derek hates him that he can't read between the lines of what the werewolf is trying to tell him?
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13 Jun 2026
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Tomorrow, Soap would force himself to be awake at six. He’d be ready, sitting on the stoop, a cup of coffee in one hand and his rifle in the other.
And when he shot Ghost dead, he’d plant thistle in the viscera he left behind.
Ten years after surviving a gunshot wound to the head, Soap is struggling with the reality of retirement and the abrupt, seemingly unprompted reappearance of his ex-lover and former lieutenant. But healing isn't linear, and sometimes things need to shatter and break before they can be built back up anew.
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13 Jun 2026
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Ghost’s heart pounded, blood rushing in his eardrums, but he didn’t look away from the screen. He owed Johnny that much. Wide, teary eyes found him through the television, begging for help that wouldn’t come. A match struck against its wooden box, bright orange flickering light coming from Makarov’s gloved hand. One final whimper escaped from Johnny and the video cut to black.
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13 Jun 2026
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“Is — Is Ghost running from me?” Soap asked once the glow of Price’s cigar drowned out the flickering fluorescent lamp lights above them.
Price took a long drag before replying, “probably.”
That stung, but Soap appreciated the honesty as he folded his arms across the rusted metal of the piers fencing. He’d suspected as much — no — he knew as much to be true. Ghost was flighty as a feral cat, and no amount of food left out would bring the man home until he felt safe again. It pained him to recognize that he didn’t feel safe with Soap, not anymore. Maybe he never had in the first place, and that brief relinquishment of control between them was a fluke, if not something conjured up by Soap’s own subconscious to chase after a fleeting hope.
Soap wanted to love Ghost in whatever capacity the other would let him, but he could only get so far when he was stonewalled every step of the way.
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After the rubble clears from their night in the cabin, Soap is left with all the broken pieces that Ghost fled without. With bloodied hands, he learns the value of patience as they fight to define themselves.
[A sequel to Cuckoo in the Dove's Nest. Can be read as a standalone.]
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