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Peter opens the door to the cottage, a greeting ready on his lips and freezes. His nostrils flare as a strange scent hits him right in the gut, the smell as solid as a punch to the stomach. He almost flinches from the force of it. The scent is complex, something like honey and cedar and the burnt ozone left behind after a lightning strike.
He finds the source of the smell in the den. There's a stranger—several, actually—sitting in front of the fireplace, talking animatedly with large hand motions. Peter drops to one knee in front of the young man who is the source of the scent and all of Peter's instincts scream at him mate-claim-mine.
"What's your name?" Peter asks.
"Stiles."
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“There’s only one plug in this entire coffee shop and you’re sitting right in front of it and you’re not even using it, and my laptop is about to die in the middle of this online exam I’m taking, so whatever I don’t care how intimidatingly attractive you are I’m sitting down at your table to plug my shit in.”
This is a prompt on the Awful AUs tumblr. I would LOVE to see it as a Steter fic where Peter is sitting in front of the only plug in the coffee shop and Stiles is intimidated by how attractive he is, but is gonna sit down at his table anyway...
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Stiles usually likes going to wineries with Peter. And he's usually okay entertaining Peter's clients. Usually.
Oh and there's goats.
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19 Jan 2021
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There’s not much reason to talk. Sometimes, if he’s quiet enough he thinks his dad forgets him. If he’s quiet enough, and he hopes, Dad will walk right by. Those are good days.
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Peter finds Stiles in the woods.
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19 Jan 2021
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“Your kid,” Derek said slowly, “came running up to me. Tried to nuzzle a hole into my calf.”
Stiles let out a laugh. It sounded bitter. “Caleb wouldn’t just leave my side like that. Did you call his name?”
“I’m not a—”
“A child predator? That’s exactly what a child predator would say, Derek."
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17 Jan 2021