1 Work in We Heart Peter 2018
The nighttime air was cool against his skin—shorts shorter than the younger man was used to—and it was only a moment or two longer before Stiles was pushing open the bathroom door, eyes squinting against the low glow of the room’s nightlight before flicking the rest of the bulbs on. His gaze was still on the hazier side, details blurred from both pain and the remnants of sleep, but—
And Laura Hale blinked back, face slowly bleeding itself of color in the mirror that Stiles stood before.
“Oh, shit,” Stiles said—Laura’s mouth moving along with the words—and there was nothing he could do to stop the crimson from bleeding into his (her?) eyes even as an awareness that the magic-user had never met before but instinctively knew began to stir at the back of his mind. “Fuck.”