



to the moon
Sometimes Derek looks so sad that Stiles doesn't quite know what to do.
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View profilebaby, air and light and time and space have nothing to do with it and don’t create anything except maybe a longer life to find new excuses...
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None of the characters belong to me, etc, etc. The fic was inspired by Percy Shelley's poem, and the cover I made in canva. This fic participates in the tarot delipa, I can't remember what the number is. 30 and something? My theme was The Moon.
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First Published
26 de maio de 2019
Last Updated
26 de maio de 2019
Editorial Status
Completed
Language
Português (Brasil)
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