It’s not in the same spot, it’s over his left shoulder blade, almost like it’s over the back of his heart, but it’s just as big. It isn’t black either, so it also doesn’t match any of his other rune tattoos, which Stiles can say with confidence without looking, are either black or blue. No, it’s a deep red, the same colour as Derek’s alpha eyes.
It is though, a huge ass matching triskelion permanently on his body, and he has no clue how the fuck to tell Derek about it.
"Stiles?" he asks, turning on the light, and Stiles looks at him- eyes wide, a flicker of utter devotion and heartbreaking joy passing his features before his whole face crumples and-
John has never seen his son like this, or maybe he has, when Claudia died, but it's different somehow, more, and terrifying because he has no idea why. He's closed half the distance between them before he even has time to think it through, but it doesn't matter because Stiles has bridged the rest and flung himself into John's arms.
He falls apart like that, holding onto John so tightly that it's hard to breathe, but he can't care about that right now because his son is sobbing and chanting "Daddy," desperately into his shoulder.
[Or, the one where Stiles goes back in time to save the world, and surprisingly, survives to tell the tale.]
- Part 1 of Time Traveling TW Fics
When he was a boy he’d be out like a light in the car, back when he still had the implicit trust of his dad to keep him safe. Now Stiles needed to be behind a locked door and in the far corner of the room by a window, sometimes only able to sleep on the floor.
“It’s not alright!” Scott said. He pointed a claw tipped finger at Stiles. “This is because you just can’t stand being the Robin to my Batman.”
“Excuse you?” Erica called out with a flip of her hair.
Stiles frowned and said, “That’s a terrible comparison, if anything I would be Lucius Fox or maybe even a combination of Lucius and Pennyworth. Or maybe Lydia would be Pennyworth, she feels more like a Pepper, but then we’re mixing Marvel and DC and that’s--” Stiles cut himself off and then looked at Scott with a raised brow, “Wait, is this about that throw away comment I made outside the school months ago?”
A story where the pack is tired of following Scott McCall's hypocritical no killing authority, and let him know it.
"What's changed is me, I think," Stiles says. "Pack-adjacent used to be enough. But now I know that the only thing mimicking the bonds enough that they can't tell something's wrong is me and I'm doing it because it's easier to let -- easier than telling them," he says. "I'm worried. That I'd lose it. The pack."
But Stiles doesn't care about the pack, not if he's already come far enough to practically exile himself right out of it. There's only so much magic can do to create fake bonds after a statement like 'they're not my pack.' So why would he -- "You'd still have us," Derek says.
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23 Jun 2020