When she dreamed again, it was of Stiles. He was a flame, pure of orange and yellow mirth. She dreams he danced around their wedding altar, laughing as it caught onto the flowers. She dreams that there are bodies, burnt bodies, instead of guests here. She dreams she is there, that she falls to her knees and he sees her. She dreams she ask him why.
She dreams he turns to her, face shifting bizarrely to smile, “It’s the closest I can be to the sun.”
- Part 3 of At Heart I'm Good, I Swear
Lydia was perfect and smart and completely un-shattered when her and Jackson broke up. He was moving out of the states, to a prestige London school that would really train him for lacrosse. Of course, the day after he left, Lydia marched into the school as if nothing was wrong. Which meant that every boy under the sun believed it, prompting a mass gaggle of them to be at her locker, swarming her table, and trying to get a date with her.
It all died down after about two months of frigidity on her side, and unanswered wants on their side. There was maybe one to two guys at a time at any place to greet her, or leave her a note of admiration. Stiles was always one of them.
Derek Hale, the other.
Or from a tumblr prompt: Two boys are competing for a girl's attention and she comes out as asexual (and gets a kitten and puppy). The boys realize they were trying to impress each other and try for a relationship.
Maybe Stiles wanted to dig into himself, pulling out until he had nothing. All he knew was his bones were too big, his body too tired, and he's eating too much. All he knew was craving, and when that was gone, what was left?
After Peter goes to jail, Stiles and him exchange letters that detail life events that happen after Mommy Dearest has been completed. Inspired by MintMousse!
- Part 3 of MOMMY DEAREST VERSE
Take a friendless childhood, two arranged marriages, an unhealthy dependency on a friend, and a bunch of demons inside your head and you get Stiles.
Or at least, this Stiles. This Stiles that would move earth and moon to protect Scott. This Stiles who has allowed himself to play pawn and queen in the chessboard that is royalty.
- Part 2 of At Heart I'm Good, I Swear
Stiles goes to Derek looking for help.
He finds Peter instead.
Peter takes what he's wanted for a very long time.
Bookmarked by BeyondtheKilljoy
27 Jun 2015
Holy fuck. Holy fuck. I have never met something so wrong that settles so right with me. I love every inch of this, with the bad feeling and how Peter is. God, this is the fic that made me love Peter.