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    "Hello," he says softly, setting his fiddle down in his lap, not bothering to stand.

    "Hi," Derek replies, half-gruff, then, because he should, "that was- that was beautiful but... you know this is private property, right?"

    The boy throws his head back and laughs, and laughs, and laughs. The sound of it is overwhelming in its childish joy, and his eyes positively sparkle when they land on Derek again.

    "Yes," he says, unashamed "I knew." Then he's standing, fiddle and bow in one hand, the other stretched out toward Derek, friendly and welcoming, "My name is Stiles."

    [Or: The one where there's a fiddler, and two werewolves whose eyes flash blue, and a whole fucking world to conquer.]

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    25 Oct 2018

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    "Uh huh, and you're an ass. Look, just- don't go killing anyone, okay?"

    That is an odd thing for a child to be- and, seriously, from what she can tell- asking an adult. Even odder asking it of Peter who, despite his interest in the macabre, is a fairly gentle soul by all accounts, at least, that she knows of, because he actually seems to be thinking about it.

    "I make no promises," he finally says, softly, honestly, and Stiles just gives him a long hard look before sighing and nodding in understanding.

    "Well, I guess it isn't fair to ask that of you, really, under the circumstances, so, how about... Don't kill anyone who doesn't deserve it- by my standards, not your own, you fucking psycho."

    "Hey, I'm not that bad," Peter sniffs, and Stiles narrows his eyes, "anymore."

    [Or: The one where Future Stiles and Future Peter astound everybody.]

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    25 Oct 2018

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    "You know my son?" She asks, very disbelieving, because her son, as far as she knows, is trying very, very hard, fighting with his wife about it every goddamned day, to get out of the life, for his daughter's sake. And this boy looks about as in the life as one could possibly get. But then, the strangest thing happens, Allison comes up behind her asking:

    "Gramma? Who i'sit?"

    And the boy's face melts, "Awwww," he coos, "Ally! You're just the cutest little thing, aren't you!"

    Allison blushes brightly, "Umm, hi?"

    "Hello, there. My name is Stiles, I know your daddy, he talks about you all the time, did you know that? He loves you the bestest out of everyone in the whole world! And why wouldn't he? Look at you, those pinchable cheeks!" And all of her doubt flies out the window. Allison is one of the Argents better-kept secrets, because Chris has been adamant about that, if the boy knows of her Chris must trust him immensely.

    [Or: The one where Chris, Stiles, and Peter go back in time and fuck shit up, and scoop up a little Allison along the way.]

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    25 Oct 2018

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    "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-

    "Daddy?"

    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.]

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    21 Oct 2018

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    Peter's lethargic body was unresponsive as he sat in the wheelchair, endlessly staring out the window of his hospital room. His side twinged a bit from the rough scrubbing the nurse had given his mottled flesh earlier and he ached to move even a finger.

    "Uncle Peter?" The small voice was behind him in the doorway. He remembered that voice. Contrary to the title bestowed from the small girl that rounded his chair into his line of sight, Stiles Stilinski was not related to Peter at all.

     

    Or how Stiles and Peter became best friends for life and brought Stiles into the Pack.

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