i figure this can be sort of like when derek and peter kill jackson

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7

Lookee what my brain coughed up~~


Peter stays the night again. The man cooks for the two of them, Stiles finishes his homework, Peter uses his shower and poaches more of Stiles’ clothes, and they end up in the fort again, knees and arms knocking together, blankets piled on top of them.

“Should we be expecting your father tonight?”  Peter enquires idly, not sounding like he cares much either way.

“Mm, no, he’s working on a case out of town.”  It’s instinct to check his phone, but there’s no text message waiting for him, and that’s to be expected too.  He sends one off to Scott though, just to check in, just to ask how he’s doing after everything that went down.  He doesn’t get a reply this time either, which doesn’t surprise him one bit.

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Merry Christmas, @captainsusana19!

Tags: pre-slash, hurt/comfort, angst, post-season 2/pre-season 3, cannon divergent AU, cannon typical violence

Author’s note: The prompt from captainsusana19 is vulnerable Stiles who doesn’t want the pack to realize that he is scared/ worried/ injured. Derek realizes this and finds stiles alone (either tells him to wait after a pack meeting or hunts him down as it were) and makes him tell Derek what is wrong. Then followed by shmoop of some sort as Derek helps stiles feel better. Basically a shmoopy hurt/ comfort fic with much angst. I don’t like established relationship fics, either pre-slash or that is THE MOMENT and my preference is top Derek and bottom Stiles.

I hope you enjoy this, I’m wordy and a 5000 word max was a challenge, I ended up paraphrasing some scenes to get the word count down. I tried to get as much angst, hurt/comfort, and schoomp in a pre-slash fic in under 5k as I could get, and tried to keep them in character. I hope you like it :) Happy reading!

The Pains of a Human

It was all his fault—well no it was really all Gerard Argent’s fault; his whole body ached and it had been one of those don’t feel it until the next morning situations. At this point he couldn’t pinpoint what had caused the most pain: being shoved down the stairs, being electrocuted when he tried to save Boyd and Erica, getting the shit beat out of him by a geriatric dying of cancer, getting shoved out of the back of a car while it was moving a block from his house (probably so he couldn’t attempt to free the werewolves again), or the whiplash from driving his jeep through a wall and into Jackson.

What was his fault was telling his dad that it had been kids from the other team that had beaten him up. If he were to go to hospital now, and there had been serious damage done by geriatric Argent and his goons then his Dad would demand blood from the other lacrosse team, pistol whip them all until someone confessed to a crime they had not done. The vivid black seatbelt bruise that said high-speed impact that lay over the other bruises, would also key his father into the fact that more had happened then he had said, had happened.

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Peter Imagine - To Love a Killer

Request: The peter part of your new years preference was so good! But I felt like it was a part taken from a series and Im really curious about it now, would you consider writing a full imagine from that, like maybe starting back when the reader/peter met? Because I would totally read and love that! 

Warnings: It’s long. No explicit smut, but mentions of sex and sexual things. Also no mention of age so possibly underage if you take it that way.

Link to Preference Mentioned

You met after his resurrection. You had managed to get yourself caught up in the middle of the whole giant lizard debacle and after the shock and confusion of what the hell was happening wore off, made quick friends with Scott’s pack. You had seen him once before in the final battle where you found out the giant lizard thing was Jackson and he was suddenly cured or something, (Okay, you didn’t keep up with it well, but it was a lot to take in!) but you didn’t actually meet until a few weeks later at Derek’s loft.

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if there are any fics out there with Stiles/Jackson friendship? Thanks so much! love your blog

There are! We even have a tag for it. But here’s more. - Anastasia

Originally posted by mason-hewitt

That’s what friends do by grimmfairy

(1/1 I 1,637 I Not Rated I No Pairing I Trans!Stiles)

Stiles was rushing to his next class when a heavy, familiar hand descended onto his shoulder.

“Um…Stiles, you’re um-” Jackson leaned forward and whispered into Stiles ear, his warm breath ghosting over his ear. “You’re bleeding through your jeans and people are starting to notice.”

Stiles backed away, blood draining from his face. Jackson reached out as if to grab him again and Stiles bolted. When he came back to himself, he was sitting in the locked bathroom stall in the locker room.

The one where Stiles has a bad day and surprisingly Jackson is the one that helps him through it.

What Would You Do? by grimmfairy

(2/? I 3,023 I Not Rated I Sterek I What Would You Do AU)

Domestic abuse: everybody knows the story of the battered girlfriend, the beaten wife, the scared child. Not long ago, we conducted a social experiment to see what strangers in a cafe would do when confronted with a battered woman being harassed by her abusive boyfriend. The responses were incredible, showing compassion, bravery, and even common ground. However, a lesser known issue of domestic abuse involves yet another controversial topic: male domestic abuse victims with male abusers.

Today we have Stiles, an actor, playing the part of Sam, a homosexual young man meeting his boyfriend in this public mall food court. His face is bruised, and his body language screams fear. This is Jackson, another actor, playing Stiles’s abusive boyfriend. When these two meet, what will strangers around them do? Will they stand up for Stiles like the strangers in our last experiment stood up for the women, or will they turn a blind eye?

Watch and find out! This is What Would You Do?.

Escaping The Demons by Hariana

(3/? I 4,813 I Mature I Sterek, Berica, Scallison I Slow Build)

Scott growled as he lunged for Jackson, ignoring the rest of the student body.

Jackson stepped back as Scott threw a punch at him. Jackson just kept dodging until he had enough. He caught the next punch Scott was about to throw and twisted his wrist back. He heard as it snapped, and listened as Scott whimpered, keeping the scream in.

“I don’t know what you did, McCall, but you will leave her alone. She doesn’t need any of your crap.” He hissed out, a bit of a growl peaking through his words.

Jackson squeezed his wrist one last time before getting in his car and driving off.

Scott just watched as the car disappeared.

He growled to himself.

Hurricane Stiles by orphan_account

(1/1 I 6,254 I General I Sterek I Mermaid!Stiles)

Derek finds a very sassy, very tempermental mermaid trapped in his fishing nets.

Dirt Lots & Backstops by Onlymystory

(3/3 I 8,653 I Teen I Sterek, Danny/Isaac I Weddings)

From the sidelines, Derek waved a hand. “You sure you want to pitch, Stiles? It doesn’t seem like your position.”

“I’m pretty flexible actually,” smirked Stiles. “But, I mean, as fun as catching can be, I’d rather pitch as a general rule.”

“Are we still talking about baseball?” Isaac rolled his eyes.

Stiles flashed him a grin. “Everyone handles balls a little differently, pup.”

“Oh my god,” muttered Erica.

7 Isn’t My Lucky Number (It’s Yours) by thegirlgrey

(1/1 I 10,254 I Teen I Sterek I Oblivious!Stiles)

Stiles is the reliable one. He has the plans and the ideas. He is the fixer of problems and the finder of solutions. He’s the one that is always there for everyone else. He is at the very top of the werewolf phone tree okay? Sometimes though, sometimes he just needs a break.

Or the story where Derek is a big faking faker. (And Stiles is kind of in love with him.)

You Are The Solution by ferretbaby

(2/2 I 12,849 I Teen I Sterek I ABO)

Jackson hates being an omega (Scott keeps bragging about his beta-status, Derek keeps trying to get him to submit (which he’ll *eventually* do) and Stiles seems to be the only one who isn’t a total ass about it).

if brokenness is a work of art (surely this must be my masterpiece) by demonicweirdo

(1/1 I 18,431 I Mature I Sterek I Post-Nogitsune)

Stiles glared at him. “Well, I didn’t know that!” he protested. “You’re the asshole who gave me a flower like we were on a first date in a fifties movie and then left without any explanation. I thought it was just a metaphorical thing.”

Derek raised his eyebrows. “Metaphorical? How-”

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation. “I don’t know! Just- Jesus, Derek, don’t tell me the flower is fucking magic.” Derek stayed silent, and Stiles whipped his head around to look at him. “Oh my god, you gave me a magical flower.”

Won’t You Be My Solid Ground? by scarlettletterr

(10/10 I 18,524 I General I Sterek I HS AU)

Your typical High School AU. There’s a jock, there’s a nerd, there’s a bet, and there’s feelings.

(Nerd) Derek Hale is not a chicken, and when Erica bets that he’d never have the courage to date (Jock) Stiles Stilinski for more than two weeks, Derek accepts the challenge, because he’s stupidly attracted to Stiles, and also maybe crushing on him a tiny bit too much. And maybe Stiles has been crushing on Derek for years. And maybe somewhere along the line they fall in love. And then ruin it.

Our Kind of Nuts by ericaismeg

(1/1 22,553 I General I Sterek I College AU)

Stiles doesn’t know that reaching out to Erica, a girl from his Psych class, is going to change his entire life. All he wanted was a quiet place to study. Suddenly, he’s becoming best friends with Erica, getting a tutor from Boyd, going crazy over this guy who is quite passionate about Pride and Prejudice named Derek, being supportive to Lydia, finding some weird peace treaty with Jackson, and inviting Erica’s best friend to live with him, Scott, and Jackson for a bit.

He didn’t expect things to turn out like this, but hell, he’s not complaining one bit.

Over the Moon by i_kinda_like_writing

(1/1 I 32,814 I Sterek, Jydia, Berica, Scallison, Cora/Isaac, Melissa/Sheriff I Mpreg)

Stiles and Derek spend a night together, and Derek, thinking he’s protecting Stiles, tells him it was a mistake.

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills. He also leaves behind 6 letters to say goodbye to the pack.

From his letters, the pack thinks he’s killed himself.

Meanwhile, Stiles is in NYC, living with Jackson, going to Columbia, oh, and he’s pregnant.

The Strength of the Wolf by tolieawake

(17/? I 47,546 I Teen I Pre-Slash I Time Travel)

In the end, it’s only Lydia and Stiles left. Alone and desperate, oh so desperate. Desperate times and desperate measures and all that, but emphasis on the times.

With nothing else left to lose, they find a way to change it all. And Stiles may just figure out the key to stopping everything that ever went wrong - well, from Peter onwards.

Because he’s older and wiser (sort-of) and beginning to understand in a way that he never did before.

After all, the strength of the wolf is the pack, right?

I’ll hunt you down by ButterflyBones

(28/? I 59,611 I Explicit I Sterek I Kid Fic)

Only dayes after they defeat the nogitsune Stiles suddenly disappears. The smell of strange men in his room. But where ever they look, Stiles stays missing. Until two years later, when he just stands infront of his house, a six year old werewolf-girl by his side. And while everyone is simply happy to have Stiles back, Derek realise that the boy knows a lot more about his kidnappers then he tells. Or why the passing omega is terrified of ‘little Red’ - Stiles.

THE OVERLOOKED HEAVY FORESHADOWING

I wanted to bring some things to light.

In Teen Wolf, there’s a LOT of heavy foreshadowing throughout all the seasons. Most of these we don’t notice till doing rewatches, but once you see the pattern of how a lot of things are basically spoilers for what’s to come, some of these metas we write don’t sound too crazy anymore. And when we say things like “well this person said X so Y might happen”, it’s not completely crack speculation

This is long but has lots of pictures so it’s more bearable. And I’ve only touched on a few things - there’s probably a billion more and I’ll continually edit this to add more.

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Sterek Thanksgiving

My submission for the Sterek Writers’ Network’s Thanksgiving event. Also on AO3

This takes place just post-season two, but it’s a slight AU in that Erica and Boyd weren’t captured by the Alpha pack and came back to Derek.

“You’re joking right now.” It’s not even a question, doesn’t remotely sound like a question, and Stiles falters in the entryway as Derek stares him down – dark brows and long lines of tension, not even attempting to hide the Alpha red flash in his eyes.

“Um… no?” And then, seeing Derek’s eyes skate off behind him, “Just me here.” As though he wouldn’t have been able to hear or smell Scott anyway.

Some of the tension eases out of Derek’s shoulders, but his jaw doesn’t come out of its stubborn set.

“So you’re playing messenger then?”

Stiles sighs, falling the rest of the way through the doorway.

“No, dude. I’m actually my own person. Sometimes I even think and talk and go visit people all on my own.”

His own eyes slip past Derek into the dim, ashen house. Derek, after a moment, huffs.

“Just me here.” He throws Stiles’ own words back at him easily, almost carelessly, but Stiles can see the tension behind them.

Derek’s betas have been acting shiftier than usual around school, constantly on edge since the whole Gerard incident. Since Boyd and Erica had been imprisoned by the Argents and gotten free – just barely decided to rejoin Derek’s pack instead of fleeing town altogether. It isn’t surprising they aren’t hanging around the Hale house in their free time. It sounds like none of them are speaking much these days. No one’s speaking much to anyone, honestly.

Jackson and Lydia have been isolating themselves ever since Jackson’s recovery, refusing to train with either Scott or Derek. Isaac is still Derek’s beta, but his forming friendship with Scott is causing an obvious strain on both ends. Allison isn’t talking to anyone except Lydia, even though she probably needs a friend right now more than anyone. She refuses to let Scott reach out to her, avoids Boyd and Erica’s gazes, and seems to think anything Stiles says is just him acting as a spy for Scott.

Which, sure, he is about half the time, but he’s also worried about the girl. She’d gone a little darkside for a while there, but Stiles honestly can’t blame her. She’d lost a lot in the past few months, had her world flipped upside down more than pretty much anyone.

And now here Derek is, acting like Stiles is a spy too. And this time he actually isn’t.

“You’re the one I’m looking for,” he shoots back after too long a pause, and sets his gaze back on Derek in time to catch the quick surprised dance his brows pull off. “I was thinking we should do dinner.”

And Derek’s brows are in motion again, a fast and furious, startled dance that carries on until Stiles replays his words and actually hears them.

And… crap, he’d just asked Derek Hale out, hadn’t he?

He might be on a mission to make amends here, but that definitely was not on the agenda.

“I… not… I didn’t mean like ‘we should do dinner.’ Just… look, everything sucks right now, you know? This whole great divide going on between you and Scott—“

“His fault,” Derek grits, and Stiles hates that he can’t one hundred percent disagree. He might be slightly mildly pissed at Scott, himself. Might slightly possibly get why Derek’s so tense about the whole ‘Scott’ subject in general… and that’s even more reason to get things smoothed out between them. Because whatever stupid secret master plans Scott decides to throw together when he’s playing super-wolf, there’s no way in hell Stiles can ever side with Derek against him.

So it would make his own internal compass a hell of a lot happier if Scott and Derek could just make up already. Then Stiles won’t take one look at Derek’s sad indignant face and feel the temptation to spit out something like—

“It was a dick move, ok? The whole Gerard thing, not warning you ahead of time, that was a dick move.”

Crap. Like that.

Derek’s defensive scowl startles right off his face, and he’s looking at Stiles suddenly like he’s not sure what to think of him. Like he’s never thought of Stiles as his own person who’s capable of disagreeing with Scott on anything until now. Stiles thinks maybe he should be insulted, or maybe he should just be pleased that he’s finally made an impression. Until Derek starts in with:

“It was. He was completely—“

And Stiles has to cut him off, hands flailing up. (They’d been doing so well.)

“No, shut up. Stop. He did what he thought was right and you don’t get to say otherwise, ok?”

Which seems to totally baffle Derek.

“But you just said—“

“That’s right, I said it.” Stiles spares a second to actually feel bad for Derek. Has the guy never had a best friend? Does he have any concept of the bro code? “I can say things like that. I’ve lived through ten years of friendship and backing Scott through sometimes terrible decisions for that privilege. But you say anything against him and I’m gonna have to punch you in your stupid Alpha wolf jaw and probably break my hand in the process, so can we just skip that inevitable pain and humiliation and just get to why I’m here?”

Derek’s still staring at Stiles like he’s this bizarre new species or something, eyes strangely off guard and puzzled. But he finally jerks his head in a slow nod.

“You’re here about… dinner.”

“Yeah.” Stiles licks his lips, stalling because under the weight of Derek’s gaze, the echo of his flash of anger against Scott, it suddenly seems like a supremely stupid idea. But he’s made it all the way here, the suggestion already hanging there, just waiting for elaboration, and… “Things are quiet right now, Derek. They could actually be, you know, peaceful for a little while if everyone would just stop avoiding and hating and generally being at each others’ throats. I don’t think anyone’s really happy with each other right now, except maybe Lydia and Jackson, and you know, just screw them and their whole true love miracle crap.” He pauses, waiting maybe for Derek to respond, snort, agree, whatever. But Derek’s lips have just thinned out, his eyes drifting to the ashen floor as his arms – his seriously impressive, by the way, arms, like what the hell, Peter was never this buff. Does Derek just spend his days scowling his way through grueling workouts? – crossed across his chest defensively.

So Stiles just draws in a slow breath and continues.

“I was thinking we could all do with some sort of reconciliation. Like a… breaking bread, mending fences, get to know you and burying totally metaphorical hatchets type dinner.”

Derek’s gaze drags up at that, and Stiles flashes him a fast grin, warming back up to his own idea.

“So what do you say to a big, no murders allowed, multi-pack Thanksgiving?”

It’s a good idea. An awesome idea. Why had he ever doubted the brilliance of this idea?

Derek blinks at him.

“You realize it’s May, don’t you?”

Stiles’ smile falls.

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anonymous asked:

Correct me if I'm wrong, but have we ever seen stiles cross over mountain ash? 'Cause I feel like we have only seen him be on one side, but I might be wrong.

Actually he has crossed it, in 2x08 Raving. But that is the only time he’s done it and he hasn’t been around mountain ash since.

Just for kicks let’s run through our mountain ash encounters. It might be good to have for reference. 

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anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU for the one where you share extreme physical sensation until/after you find them; if one of you hurts the other one hurts, for Steter plz.

A/N I WROTE ANGST I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY. No, this was really fun to write and I enjoyed it.


The Hale House is burning. The flames are faster than the wolves, faster than the human children. Almost all will perish and their sorrow will ricochet through the soulmates that they will never meet. Their pain will become their pain, and for some, it will be too much. The Hale family won’t be the only ones to die tonight.

Peter Hale is burning. And Stiles Stilinski is burning with him.

Stiles is on fire. He’s screaming for his father, for his mother who has been dead for at least a year. He can feel the flames; feel his soulmate crying out for him. He wants to help but he’s only ten years old, what can he do? He can do nothing but burn.

An ambulance is called, though Stiles is too delirious to notice. Every touch feels like the excruciating lick of a flame. He can hear his soulmate, the mournful cries, the apologies for the pain that Stiles is suffering.

Whilst Peter Hale is being pulled from the wreckage of his home, Stiles Stilinski is given drugs to numb the pain. Peter Hale slips into a coma, Stiles Stilinski slips into a dreamless sleep.

If only someone at the hospital had made the connection. If only Peter Hale had been brought in a few minutes earlier. If only Stiles Stilinski had been brought in a few minutes later. If only.

When Stiles wakes, the doctors tell him that his soulmate is probably dead. Stiles sobs in his father’s arms for two whole days.

Peter remains in a coma for six years. Stiles grows, moves on, develops a crush on Lydia Martin as a cover for the pain he feels at losing his soulmate. Not everyone loves their soulmate or ever meets them, plus it’s easy to pretend to be in love with Lydia, she doesn’t know he exists.

He still has to take medication for the pain. The doctors say something medical and not at all like an explanation but the simple version is that the damage to his soulmate was so extensive that it rebounded through Stiles. Sometimes he still feels the phantom lick of a flame and dreams of fire and burning.

Soulmates are the last thing on Stiles mind when Scott gets bitten. Because soulmates exist, why not werewolves?

Stiles barely has time to entertain the possibility that his soulmate might be alive; he’s too busy trying to keep Scott and himself from ending up on the wrong end of the Argent’s weaponry. There’s also Allison to contend with. She’s Scott’s soulmate and with a werewolf hunting family, the whole Scott-is-a-creature-of-the-night thing is going to be an issue. So in between keeping Scott from becoming the alpha’s minion, dealing with Derek (which is about as fun as sticking himself in the eye with a plastic fork) and hiding all this from the gun toting Argents, Stiles figures the occasional twinges of pain are from his general clumsiness and the fact that he’s being run ragged by this entire debacle. Sleepless nights and constant jumpiness have become the norm. When this is over, Stiles is going to take a long holiday, preferably somewhere without werewolves and hunters.

“You must be Stiles.”

The moment Stiles see Peter Hale, he knows. The dull thud of pain that’s always with him fades. He steps forward, a hand reaching for the burns on Peter’s face. Peter allows him to cup his face, to smooth a thumb over the cheek. Peter’s hands grip Stiles waist, his head dropping to Stiles shoulder.

“I thought you wouldn’t survive,” Peter murmurs, breathing in Stiles scent.

“The doctors said you were probably dead,” Stiles replies, awe tingeing his tone. It’s a possibility he never considered, that his soulmate could survive the fires.

And then it hits him, a sucker punch to the gut.

Stiles pulls away, out of Peter’s grip. Peter growls, evidently unhappy with this. His eye flash red, a reminder to Stiles that Peter is the enemy here. Peter is the alpha, Peter has killed and this would happen to Stiles. Derek makes his dramatic entrance and the night dissolves into broken glass and snarls.

“You’re the clever one, aren’t you?”

Stiles is on his knees, bartering for Lydia’s life whilst she lies bleeding out onto the grass. Peter has blood dripping from his fangs, his face completely healed. Stiles resists the urge to touch.

He gets to phone Jackson. Stiles has only just told Jackson where Lydia is before he’s being hauled away. Claws rip the sleeve of his shirt but luckily not his skin. Peter manhandles him into the car. Stiles knows that it’s not an accident when his shirt rucks up and Peter’s fingers graze along his stomach.

“What are you going to do?” Stiles asks. He’s not sure he wants to know. He’s also not sure this is an appropriate conversation during a car journey but Stiles isn’t sure whether he’ll be able to ask once they get to wherever it is Peter is directing him too.

“Kate Argent has to pay for what she did to my family,” Peter replies, “For what she did to us. She burned you too that day.”

Stiles can’t really argue with that. She killed children, Stiles can understand the need for revenge.

“Can’t you leave Scott out of it?”

“I need a pack to be strong,” Peter says. He motions for Stiles to pull into a multi-story parking lot. “I need you.”

Stiles ignores the way his heart flutters at the thought of being needed.

“His username is Allison,” Peter says. He seems unimpressed with Scott’s lack of originality. “His password is also Allison.”

“Still want him in your pack?”

Peter rolls his eyes. Stiles taps his fingers against the hood of his Jeep, aware of how close Peter is standing. The tracker is calculating, the tiny wheel spinning. Stiles is torn between wishing for it to hurry up and for it to keep spinning indefinitely. Peter lifts Stiles shirt, warm fingers trailing along Stiles back. Stiles bites his lip, trying not to gasp. Peter presses against Stiles, nuzzling against his neck.

“After this is over,” Peter murmurs, pressing soft kisses against Stiles neck, “You and I are going to spend a lot of time together.”

“As fun as that sounds I think I’m going to pass,” Stiles retorts through gritted teeth. Peter chuckles, nipping Stiles just below the ear.

“I’m not the bad guy here,” Peter says, gripping Stiles hips.

“You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs and you’re not the bad guy here.”

The computer chooses now to show them Scott’s location. Peter sighs.

“He’s under your house?” Stiles asks.

“In the tunnels beneath our house,” Peter says, shutting down the laptop, “Give me your keys.”

“What?” Stiles squawks. Peter raises an eyebrow, hand outstretched. Stiles bites his lip, looking away before dropping the keys to his Jeep into Peter’s palm. “Be careful, she grinds in second.”

Peter closes his fingers around the keys, bending them beyond recognition. Stiles jaw drops open.

“I won’t let Kate use you against me Stiles,” Peter says. He crowds Stiles against the Jeep, hands cupping Stiles face. “I’ve already lost my family, I won’t lose my soulmate as well.”

The kiss is soft, tender. Stiles melts, hands trying to pull Peter closer. Peter growls, biting Stiles bottom lip. He pulls away, resting his forehead against Stiles. Then he’s gone, leaving Stiles cold and wanting.

It doesn’t hurt when Peter burns a second time. They’ve met, they no longer share each other’s pain. Derek rips out Peter’s throat. That doesn’t hurt either. Stiles just feel empty.

When he gets home, he dreams of the fire but this time his soulmate has a face and a name. It’s infinitely worse than before.

No one knows that Peter and Stiles are soulmates and Stiles endeavors to keep it that way. It helps that Jackson is a giant lizard monster with a hard on for revenge. It keeps everyone distracted, Stiles included. There’s no time to wallow when Jackson is crawling on the ceilings of gay clubs and Gerard, creepy grandfather and psychotic nutjob is stabbing Scott outside of the Beacon Hills Hospital. Stiles wants to know where he signed up for this nightmare and whether there are any loopholes.

Gerard it turns out is the bigger threat. Matt ends up dead in the water (literally) and Gerard becomes the new kanima master. Which is about as fun as it sounds. Stiles gets kidnapped (fuck his life) and the shit beaten out of him. Again, as fun as it sounds. He wonders, if he hasn’t met Peter whether Peter would be able to feel this pain. Then he remembers that without Peter, this whole ordeal wouldn’t be happening.

When Gerard leaves Stiles bleeding on his basement floor, it gives Stiles the opportunity to turn off the electricity keeping Erica and Boyd captive and they escape out of the basement window. Stiles injuries are mostly bruising and cut skin as opposed to broken bones and internal bleeding, so all in all it’s not as bad as it could have been. Now, all he has to do is get the puppies back to their alpha, cure Jackson of his scaly affliction and find a way to stop Gerard. Easy right.

Gerard is writhing on the ground with black gunk gushing from his lungs so Stiles feels that his injuries have been avenged. Luckily Jackson is healed with the power of love. Not so lucky for Stiles, seeing as Jackson and Lydia have been soulmates the entire time and crushing on Lydia now would just be weird and kind of gross. At least Stiles will always have the treasured memory of ramming Jackson with his Jeep. Happy days.  The memory is slightly tarnished by the fact that Jackson is completely naked but you can’t have everything.

Jackson, Lydia, Scott and Allison are whisked into the back of Chris Argent’s car. Stiles knows that he’ll hear all the gory details tomorrow from Scott. He’s not looking forward to it. Derek and his band of misfits wander off into the night without so much as a thank you. They look like rejects from Grease so Stiles figures that they’re going to sing about summer loving in order to bond or whatever so he doesn’t bother going after to them.

He’s wondering if putting gloves on will stop him being affected by kanima venom when Peter walks out of the shadows and wow that is so disturbing.

“Hello Stiles,” Peter says. He’s cut his hair and grown a goatee. It’s surprisingly hot.

“I thought you were dead,” Stiles replies. Peter shrugs.

“I got better,” he jokes. Stiles doesn’t laugh.

“I won’t apologize for killing you.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

“So what now?” Stiles asks. He steps into Peter’s space, nervous but eager. Peter places his hands on Stiles hips, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs. Stiles looks up from underneath his eyelashes, amber eyes gazing into bright blue ones.

“Perhaps, we could get to know each other a little better,” Peter says. He smiles and it’s genuine, not a snarl or a smirk.

“Yeah, maybe we good.”

When they kiss, it feels like coming home.