Great Steter Stories
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When a decades-old treaty comes to light, Peter must find a mate in the next month or leave the pack to be mated to an unknown wolf.
Stiles, in his infinite wisdom, offers an alternative solution.
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Peter wakes in a hole in the ground of a house. Next to him is a man of approximately his age, eyes burning Alpha red, who smells exactly like his 15-year-old nephew. They seem to be in a house that smells like burnt wood and ashes which looks oddly like his childhood home. A young girl with fiery hair and terrified eyes cowers in the corner of the room while looking at him like he is going to gut her. There’s also a mirror reflecting the light of the moon on him above him.
‘Ah, the worm moon ritual, that means I must have died then…’
He gets out of the obvious makeshift grave, then crouches down to the young man’s level.
“Can you stand? I realize that the ritual takes its toll on energy, but since you went through the trouble of resurrecting me, I would like to know who you are, and why you smell like my nephew?”
Warning first half is fast paced, last correction october 2024
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Stiles is often given to impulse decisions. Eating his weight in curly fries because he wants to see if it's actually possible? Oh yeah. Buying the last two dozen chocolate-fudge-surprise donuts because a kid was screaming at his mom in the bakery that he wanted them? There's no stopping him. Dragging his best friend out into the woods in the middle of the night to see a dead body? Heck yes.
Going on a blind date with one guy but then sleeping with the heavily scarred older man he meets in the bar even though he knows he's Peter Fucking Hale™, whose reputation for violence is only overshadowed by the air of mystery that surrounds the entire Hale family?
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Stiles goes on a failed blind date, picks up someone else, and there is ensuing supernatural drama.
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“Peter-” and then she was stumbling towards him, relief in her every pore, steadied by an equally shocked Derek. “Peter.” and then he was drawing her against his chest so her arms wound around his neck, pulling her close so he could be consumed by her scent. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” she whimpered against his collarbone.
His answer was to take a single step forward, now right against the walker they had set up for him, and grabbed a fistful of her hair to tilt her head back and cover her mouth with his.
Series
- Part 1 of Female Stiles Stilinski
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The night of his mom's death Stiles finds a comatose man in his bed.
Things spin wildly out of control from there.