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After being married for ten years, Xeno and Stanley enjoy their tenth anniversary having gotten married right out of high school—ten years ago now.
Xeno was content with the way things were. He had science, Stanley, and a routine that worked, and he had no desire for any of it to change.
Then, a random eleven year old kid by the name of Gen shows up on their doorstep claiming to be the biological child of the one and only Stanley Snyder.
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07 Jul 2026
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Stanxeno criando gen ... gen es hijo biológico de Stanley qué conoció tarde
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With graduation around the corner, Xeno begins to fear that his and Stanley's relationship may be coming to an end. Not wanting to lose the love of his life, Xeno decides that desperate measures must be taken to ensure Stanley stays by his side.
Little does he know, Stanley has a plan of his own to keep the eccentric omega forever connected to him, intertwining their lives forever
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En 1975, Stanley Snyder conoció a Xeno Wingfield.
En 2002, Xeno tuvo que aprender a vivir sin Stanley, por el bien de sus hijos.
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- Stanley x Xeno
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- Muerte de personaje.
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The hardest, well, it was the first time
Then the hardest is knowing when will be the lastSanji's a sex worker trying to take care of his daughter, until a particular job gives him a reason to not just survive, but live.
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It’s on one such sunny afternoon that Sanji finds himself sitting at the base of a large tree, enjoying the warm temperatures while simultaneously shaded by its leafy branches. It’s peaceful out here, so much so that he can almost pretend he’s not a patient in a hospital who has no real plan for what he’s going to do next.
He flinches as that thought occurs to him, his shoulders already hunching protectively up around his ears. At the same time, completely without his permission, his hands start to bury themselves in his hair, tugging at the strands until they hurt.
“Stop it,” he tells himself sternly, rocking slightly back and forth. “Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. You’re fine. Everything’s going to be fine. There’s nothing to worry about here. Germa’s done, the rock’s done, and you made it through both. You’ll - ”
“What’cha doin’?”