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Stiles wanted to protest, to take a shower alone and wallow in his bad decisions, but his stupid heart wanted it, wanted to be held in the warm water and treated like he was precious. Peter did that, touch softer than Stiles thought capable as he washed him and pressed sweet kisses to his skin- like he felt something more than lust and a weak pack bond for Stiles.
Though… it wasn't as weak as it used to be. In fact, it might have been the strongest bond Stiles currently had.
"Stop thinking," Peter rumbled against his wet skin, pulling Stiles' back to his broad chest.
"Asking me not to think is like asking the sun to turn off," Stiles grumbled.
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Stiles has been harbouring a secret his whole life, desperate for someone to work it out and save him from himself at the same time. He’s falling hard and fast for someone he thinks he shouldn’t, someone who is changing his life, someone who doesn’t know what he is. Can he hold himself together when an even bigger change becomes necessary and he has no choice but to leave and take his wolf with him?
How about when another wolf enters the picture?Bookmarked by beanieweather
03 May 2026
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“Both the human vikings and the shifters would take a mixture of herbs that made them more powerful in fights. Increased strength, speed, senses. A frenzy of bloodlust and violence to lay waste to their enemies.” Stiles is proud to have the attention of the pack now.
Peter has leaned forward in his seat, eyes burning scarlet as he follows Stiles’ train of thought.
Stiles convinces Peter to take viking berserker drugs as a way to defeat their enemies. He absolutely does not have any ulterior motives for this at all. Christopher begins to question his life choices.
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01 May 2026
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"Stiles' thumb shook almost imperceptibly when it hovered over the number. His number. Not for the first time, he wished he had other options. The problem was that he'd already called everyone else in the pack. Hell, he’d even called Chris Argent for fucks sake and it was not like he was on the best terms with that guy.
Stiles chewed his lip and sighed before pressing call. He was the last person Stiles wanted to drive him home after getting his wisdom teeth pulled but he was out of options. This was Beacon Hills, and Stiles was probably less likely to be killed by him than he was some rogue supernatural Uber driver.
He swallowed as the call connected "Peter, I need a favor.""
Or the one in which Stiles confesses all of the nasty things he wants Peter to do to him in a post-anesthesia fog and then promptly forgets all about it. Peter...does not.
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06 Apr 2026
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"It’s been three months of sneaking around and getting their rocks off, and frankly, Stiles can’t believe they haven’t gotten caught or called out yet. It’s been a series of increasingly ridiculous excuses and explanations, and if Peter wasn’t such a concerningly excellent liar there’s no way they’d still be getting away with this."
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You can't always get what you want, but that won't stop Peter from trying.
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