Hououkishou
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“What’s going on?”
Scott made a strange, whiny noise at the back of his throat that made him sound a little like a kicked puppy. “Your scent.” He pulled on Stiles’s hoodie until their noses were practically touching.
“Scott, buddy, you’re going to have to be more specific.” Stiles rubbed a circle on the back of Scott’s hand with his thumb. “You know I don’t have werewolf senses.”
“You smell like… like…” Scott fumbled for words, his brow furrowed deeply. His eyes started to look a little wet, and that was something Stiles could not deal with.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m okay. Just tell me what’s wrong and we’ll fix it. I’ll—I dunno—shower really good, I promise.”
“You smell like something claimed you,” Scott finally said in a horrified whisper.
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12 Aug 2026
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Hen watches him go, frowning, realizing that she's come away from this conversation with more or less net zero new information.
The new probie. What a strange guy.
Something about the new probie doesn't add up. Hen peeks through the cracks in his armor.
Or: four times that Buck reveals a mysterious skill, and one time Hen finds out where he learned one of them.
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- Part 3 of i was never meant to stay
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11 Aug 2026
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Being fourteen and not ten, Christopher decides that it is his god-given right (they never said that in any of the services his grandparents took him to, but Chris is an excellent extrapolator) to be exactly 28.5% more dramatic than he was at ten years old. A percentage he wouldn’t have needed his calculator for if his dad had already taken him back to LA, because then he could’ve just asked Buck for the answer.
All of this to say, he decides to go for a greyhound.
Christopher Diaz decides to run away from home (again). He runs directly, somehow, into a nineteen year old Evan Buckley. They both run less directly into a nineteen year old Eddie Diaz. All three of them, in some way, are trying to run home.
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10 Aug 2026
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Buck’s had a lot of sex, he’d know if it ever felt wrong.
He’d know.
Or, Buck has a very bad relationship with sex, has a breakdown about it in the car, and Eddie holds him through it. Literally.Bookmarked by Hououkishou
29 Jun 2026
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Buck isn't looking, but he can feel the presence of someone else climb in with him. They situate themselves in the narrow space between the center console and the seats. A hand lands on the back of his neck, ensuring he doesn't move from this position. The pressure is firm, but not cruel.
"Relax," Red whispers in his ear, low and husky. "Enjoy the ride."
Buck hears doors slam and the shifting of gears. The car lurches, and so does his stomach, because it's evident that nobody is going to find him now. Relax? Impossible. He's going to be killed, his body will be buried in the middle of the desert, and he didn't even thank Eddie for the coffee this morning.
Or: Because Buck's life can never be simple, he finds himself with a gun pressed against the back of his head, in the middle of a feud that has nothing to do with him, and with five pounds of C-4 strapped to his chest. Somehow, that's not even the worst part.
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21 Jun 2026