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    The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.

    Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

    Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.

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    Stiles steps out of his dream between one heartbeat and the next, finding himself alone in a dark wood. The sickly light of the moon, nearly full beyond the branches, spills onto the leaf-strewn ground. It illuminates splatters of mud on his pale ankles.

    It’s the fourth time this month. “Fuck me,” he grumbles, and calls Lydia.

    Stiles and Lydia are lots of things: lifelong latchkey kids, aspiring Ivy Leaguers, the terrors of Beacon Hills High, and inseparable best friends. But between Stiles’s sleepwalking and the voices in Lydia’s head, their grip on reality feels tenuous at best.

    Enter Peter Hale, a charming (probable) serial killer who offers the answers they need—and the chance to be something more than what they are.

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    The average human can walk twenty miles in a day. It's different, though, when you're in the wilderness and battling supernatural creatures at every turn.
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    Stiles is hallucinating.

    He cracks open an eye. He's floating… no, not floating, because he's bouncing up and down, horizontal-like, the skyline above the trees growing closer, then more distant. There are hands holding him upright, cradling his upper back, his thighs. There's a face hovering above him, with a shock of black hair, and although Stiles is having problems focusing, the person looks good. Insanely, inhumanly good.

    Stiles never wanted to be the recipient of the basilisk's venom, but now that it's coursing through him, he admits it's some top quality shit. Absolutely fucking primo.

    "Wow." He breathes, trying to enjoy the moment.

    "Stiles?" The person holding him bends closer, their eyes flashing a bright blue.

    Stiles shakes his head. He knows those eyes, remembers their unnatural, electric color. "Dude?"

    The godlike specimen huffs. "It's Derek. And don't call me 'Dude'."

    Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open unattractively. "We really need to talk," he manages before finally passing out.

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