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The sheriff clears his throat. “You can tell me, you know. If he’s pressuring you. If he’s pushing you too far.” He hesitates. “You’re not afraid of him, are you?” he asks quietly.
Listening closely, Derek can just imagine Stiles’ amused smile, the way his mouth might quiver as he holds back a laugh. “No, Dad. He’s afraid of me.”
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21 Nov 2024
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Favourite teen wolf fic even years on. Love that stiles is human yet very capable of killing, which worries the werewolves. And then the sterek in this is great because the author touches on how effed up that a 21yo is going for a 16yo. Like Derek knows it’s wrong, Isaac and Scott tell him it’s wrong but he can’t not. Morally badwrong is hot lol
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Derek is a grumpy Park Ranger, Stiles is a daredevil rock climber. Each of them wants to escape his past, but maybe together they can find a future. Expect lots of cozy autumn feels, snark, major angst, and passion.
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Colton wasn’t sure what to expect from his dorm mate. First, what kind of name was Mieczyslaw anyway? Even the ‘preferred name’ of Stiles was a little weird. He was also older than the typical college freshman, having gotten a deferred enrollment due some circumstances no one was talking about. Colton had also been informed that there was an accident and Stiles was going to be a few days late arriving, so by the time he finally arrived Colton was in class. He came back from his intro to philosophy class to a the most unexpected sight he could imagine. The dude was hot. 6’, dark hair, and eyes that he couldn’t quite decide what color they were. This was the kind of guy that made a guy question his sexuality a bit. He also straddled that previously unsuspected line between serial killer and model.
Colton smiled and held out his hand as he said, “Hey dude, good to meet you, I’m Colton!”
Stiles didn’t smile. He looked at Colton’s outstretched hand and just said, “Don’t call me dude.”
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"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.
Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.
Chris cocks his gun.
"You killed my father," he says.
"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.
"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.
"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"
[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]
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Read up to ch 13. So good and intricate.