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As Derek disappeared, the others gathered in the dining room all looked at the empty space he left. They waited until the sound of Derek’s door closing could be heard, the dull drone of video games acting as a distant beat in their ears. It was silent for a couple of minutes before anyone said anything.
“Did they ever finish an actual sentence?” Laura asked, her eyebrows scrunched.
“Stiles, maybe. Derek? Not so much,” Nick hummed, a fond eye roll slipping out as he spoke.
“I think Stiles just speaks Derek,” Cora huffed, an annoyance to her tone. The adults chuckled.
“I think you might be right,” Talia hummed, meeting eyes with Nick as they quietly commiserated over their vague and uncommunicative child. Claudia bumped a foot against Talia’s under the table, a delightful grin hidden behind her cup.
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OR: Stiles and Derek don't need actual words to communicate and it drives everyone mad - except for Talia and Claudia, who bask in their sons' alien-like communication skills. Just cutesy, fluffy stuff because that's what the people wanted!Series
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Bookmarked by Staying Weird (kaydq)
09 Mar 2026
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They were the last - and the enemy was still coming. Peter's gaze, chilled, savage, half dead already, turned to Stiles.
"Go. I'll hold them off."
They were the last. And if Stiles had a chance of seeing this through, he'd have to accept the wolf's sacrifice.
One last smile, and it was the first true smile Stiles had seen on that face - fondness, warmth, humor, a depth of emotion Stiles could fathom seeing on that face. Peter's eyes, glowing wolf red - an alpha again, an alpha of ash-killed land and constant winter, and severed bonds - warmed. "It's always been you, sweetheart."
Too many messages in those stilted words. Too much left unsaid. Too much left undone.
"Find me, when you go back. Its the only thing I ask."
"I can't leave you."
"Yes, you can. There's nothing here to leave, sweetheart."
Cracking branches, the thud of roughshod feet running their way. Their brief respite was over. They were the last, and Peter was sacrificing himself so Stiles could escape. Fuck.
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Bookmarked by Staying Weird (kaydq)
02 Mar 2026
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"Courting gift?" Stiles asks. "An interesting move."
It returns the look, hears a skipped beat of Stiles' heart, wonders if its own has skipped as well, down here, with Stiles. But not an unexpected one.
"No," Stiles says. "Not an unexpected one."
Bookmarked by Staying Weird (kaydq)
23 Feb 2026
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Stiles gets the chance to go back in time and change one thing. He decides to go back far enough to save Talia and Peter’s father from dying. But now he is stuck in the past… and has to go to high school with Peter and Chris, who are apparently dating?!
Bookmarked by Staying Weird (kaydq)
11 Feb 2026
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Stiles has zero regrets – zero, absolutely none – about leaving Beacon Hills after he graduates from Stanford. He knows his dad is good, has friends, has the force, has Melissa, and knows that even if he and Mel weren’t dating, that Scott has the sheriff’s back, will take care of him, keep him safe.
He knows Lydia has no regrets, either, and the two of them hop a plane less than a week after the graduation ceremony, two full weeks before their lease in Menlo Park is even up. They pack up a U-Haul, go back to Beacon Hills for two nights, and then they’re off to LAX, three suitcases and two carry-ons between the both of them.
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04 Feb 2026