May 3
The switch Draco makes from
"My father will hear about this"
To
"My husband will hear about this"
In fics will always be delicious to me.
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The switch Draco makes from
"My father will hear about this"
To
"My husband will hear about this"
In fics will always be delicious to me.
I think I’m falling for her at 100mph and I’m not even trying to hit the brakes. Sometimes you just meet someone and everything clicks, like you’ve finally found your person. I’m so lucky I get to know her🌙 @siriuslykiller
Stiles who couldn't sleep after the nogitsune unless he knew someone who was able to put him down was close by, someone who wasn't scared of getting their hands bloody or had morals so high that God blushed Cough Scott Cough. Chris, Derek, Peter, or Jackson.
He didn't do sleepovers with Scott anymore and he definitely didn't let himself fall asleep around the pups.
Stiles spent months with dark bags under his eyes until one of the four finally got him to realize that he was himself and the nogitsune wasn't coming back (Probably Jackson or Peter).
But even after he finally started getting better and realized he was okay he just slept better when he was curled around one of the four.
SOBBING AND THROWING UP.
Fic: Run until you're home by @daisybeats
Steter blurb thingy idk. Unedited and very rushed! Enjoy!
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Their love would be desperate, needy, and violent. The rest of the world would look at them and be afraid, afraid of the raw power that practically oozes out of their pores.
The pack holds their breath every minute that Stiles and Peter spends in the same room because what if they figure it out? Scott especially he'd rather have Peter watch his back in a fight before he'd willingly let Peter and Stiles spend hours alone in the loft again while the rest take care of the threat.
Peter knew though. He knew the moment in the high-school when he set his eyes on him and not that he and Stiles could be powerful together. No he didn't know that. He knew Stiles was his true mate and that terrified him because his whole life everyone rejected him. His parents, his grandparents, his siblings, his aunts and uncles, his nieces and nephews, his cousins. They all looked at him like he was a monster, from the very moment he took his first breath.
They knew he was powerful, they could see it in his eyes that he was destined to do monstrous things. They tried to keep him innocent, they tried to keep knowledge and dynamics from him, yet they still used him for their own gain in the moments they needed.
And Peter? Back then he wouldn't say no because at least then he felt needed by his pack and family and it's the closest he could get. He didn't get the sweet shit that the rest of them got, the pack bonding nights and the scenting. No that was non existent in his world.
Stiles didn't know or not really. He had a sick fascination with Peter and the power that surrounded him. He didn't understand that pull he felt towards him, he couldn't grasp the idea of why the hell his first thought when he closed Peter into that room in the high school was to join him to wrap himself up in that monstrous form.
He didn't understand why he felt like he was supposed to go stand next to Peter instead of cowering away when Derek told him to get down in the hospital. He didn't understand any of the interactions after either.
What he did know was he felt like his soul got thorn to pieces when Derek slashed Peter throat and he knew he felt his soul repair after Peter came back from the dead.
Although that pulsing need to stay close to Peter stayed under Stiles's skin he tried his best to ignore it. Why would someone like Peter even look at Stiles twice? And even if he did what's the point? Peter would never stay not if he got too see everything that Stiles hides away.
Stiles had a darkness inside him that his mom saw first and she was happy to ignore it. The way Stiles would get fascinated by death and killers. She was happy to ignore it until she got diagnosed she never mentioned it until then because the longer his mom was sick the more she started talking about how she always knew he was a monster.
Stiles was happy to ignore the kids that called him weird and a monster because he cradled dead birds or whatever he found at their school but his mom calling him that? That he couldn't ignore.
Overtime he got really good at hiding it. He was good at pretending at being the victim of being possessed even though he loved every second of it. Maybe he regretted killing Allison only maybe but she hurt Erica and Boyd and he can't forgive her for that so he doesn't see why he should really care.
Theo coming around and bugging him about how he wanted Void Stiles pissed him the fuck off alot more then he cared to admit because he didn't wanna be Void.
He wanted to be able to kill without second thought sure and he wanted to settle that fascination that simmered underneath his skin but he wanted it in his own way. He wanted someone to want Stiles not Void.
Yet nobody seemed to want Stiles not even Scott the boy he's been calling his brother for years, the boy he protected over and over again. It made the insecurities that layed in his stomach churn. He hated it.
Ending up in the wild hunt with Peter of all people was something Stiles didn't expect. He knew he'd been feeling empty for months before hand but he hadn't known what caused that empty feeling until the moment he saw Peter again. It was like a punch to the gut.
He felt this unsettling need for a man that most likely hated him. A feeling he'd been ignoring for two years running at that point and for the first time since the alpha pack he found himself alone with Peter well semi alone anyways.
He didn't know how to handle that but Beacon Hills was slowly becoming a ghost town so he sucked it up and demanded the wolf to help and finally Stiles felt alive again.
They spent three months give or take together being the only people aware of their surroundings the entire time. They talked alot and when Peter stepped through that portal to get back to Beacon Hills he thought well there's the end of that.
Stiles ended up staying because he would be dammed if he let someone like Theo be in charge of protecting Beacon Hills. Changed or not he just simply didn't care maybe it was just a good excuse because after he and Peter found themselves alone together alot more often.
Then that day finally came. The day that everyone's worst fear became a reality.
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"I just don't understand what the point of it is" Stiles's hands moving around making a broad motion towards all the papers scattered around on the table.
Peter briefly glances up from the book he was reading through trying to figure out what exactly was behind the latest bodies dropping in the preserve before looking back down and continuing to read.
Peter was content on letting Stiles rant out whatever frustrations he was having to the air most of the time Stiles wasn't even expecting a response to his raving anyways.
"Hello" fingers clicked infront of Peter's face making him look up "Are you even listening to me?" Stiles's brow twitched making Peter half wonder if Stiles was spending too much time around him or god forbid Derek.
The wolf snarled at the idea of Stiles spending time with Derek but that was also a feeling Peter had gotten use too over the years.
"Not really sweetheart, no" he smirked at the man infront of him watching the way Stiles's eye twitched like he was wondering if it would be a good idea to punch Peter in the face.
"You are such a - ugh" Stiles groaned out his hands running through his hair and shaking his head. "I don't even know why I bother talking to you"
Peter closed the book and toses it onto the table and spreads his legs out more comfortable widening the space between his legs "Maybe because you love me." It was meant as a tease a poorly thought out one considering his own feelings to the boy but a tease nonetheless. Until he heard the sudden rushing of Stiles's heart and the smell of his panic filling the room.
Stiles looked like a deer caught in headlights and Peter's head cocked to the side and suddenly Peter was holding his breath too.
"Sweetheart" a small pause uncertainty what if he has this wrong, he could have just made Stiles uncomfortable. "Do you love me?"
Stiles's eyes flicker across the room and eyes land on the door like he's planning on fleeing and He wasn't having that so he moves closer to Stiles and he wraps his fingers softly around Stiles's wrist making the boy look at him again.
The air in the space around them grew thick with tension and all the unspoken words they've had over the years.
The shy tentive nod that came from Stiles made Peter's head spin. In all this time that Peter's known Stiles he's never seen him so quiet over it.
Lifting Stiles's head gently so that he could look him in the eyes made Peter's own heart beat go up because there it was and Peter had no idea how he missed it because Stiles was looking at him with this devotion and need like the only thing keeping him alive was Peter.
For a second he thinks about how he could have been so stupid to have never seen it before but he didn't wanna waste another second so he kissed him instead.
At first it was slightly hesitant and soft alot softer then Peter thought he was cable of, then Stiles moved closer into his space hands fisting his shirt pressing in closer into the kiss.
The dam broke after that. Peter dragged Stiles in closer kissing him harder, tongue sweeping across the boys bottom lip before biting it after, Stiles gasping and giving him entry into his mouth.
It was hot and desperate and they were kissing each other like this was the last time they'd ever feel each other again. When they finally broke apart "Don't leave me" the words stumble from Stiles's lips like he hadn't meant for them to come out.
"Never darling I've wanted you for years why the hell would I let you go now" he says it softly while he pulls Stiles closer to his body and placing another soft kiss againt his lips before laying his head onto the boys shoulder "I love you, you're my mate. I'll never let you go again."
That earned a soft sob from Stiles, his heart stuttering and his scent filling smelling of content. "I thought I was insane for how I felt about you the pull, the need I have for you" a shaky breath escapes Stiles's lips before he continues "I love you too"
Every goddam sterek fic I open that has the tag NSFW art ends up being Ai.
If ur using Ai tag ur shit pls I'm not fucking interested in Ai!
What do you consider a rare pair and a crack ship?? Because almost everything I see is people just calling rare pairs a crack ship. Like "Omg I'm so silly with my Crack ship with A & B" Meanwhile A & B are both Canon characters in the same universe that knew each other and even if they didn't it's still the same fucking universe brother. Like I don't know but when I joined fandom a crack ship was two characters from two different shows or books being in a relationship. When did that change? When did idk James Potter and Regulus Black or Noah Stilinski and Peter Hale start meaning Crack ship? THEY'RE FROM THE SAME UNIVERSE.
Anyways the point of this post was I've been reading Stiles Stilinski x Klaus Mikealson stories AND THEY ARE SO GOOD THAT'S MY BRAND OF ROMANCE.
On a serious note guys.
Does anyone notice the parallels between Stiles and Peter?
Like their the same person in different fonts in so many ways!