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"It's a cold night, detective. Wouldn't you be better off inside?" Stiles drawled as he dropped down to the precinct roof from a neighboring building.
Detective Christopher Argent tensed, but didn't turn around. He was stood facing out to the city, leaning against the hip-height walls of the rooftop.
"Solaris. I could say the same to you," The detective spoke gruffly.
He was Stiles' favourite cop, probably one of the only ones he actually liked. Chris wasn't corrupt like the others, he had a real sense of justice. He didn't necessarily approve entirely of what Stiles did at times, but he never said anything against it either.
"I have the power of the sun at my fingertips, I'm never cold if I don't have to be," he murmured, right behind Chris now. "How's Peter?"
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Stiles is an anti-hero by night, working in the chaos of the corrupt Serpent City, and a Forensic Science student by day. All he wants is to change the system, even if he dies trying. An unfairly gorgeous detective and lawyer duo keep distracting him, though. Will everything change when they learn his true identity, or will he gain the support he didn’t know he needed and stop running from his heart? -
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After the kanima fight in the warehouse is over and the dust settles, everyone leaves. Everyone except for Stiles—and the newly resurrected Peter Hale.
Stiles has one last loose end to tie up: Gerard Argent. But that leads to the discovery that Derek's Betas have been kidnapped again, giving Stiles yet another list of enemies he needs to remove.
And, all the while, Peter Hale won't leave him alone.
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three triskeles, two soulmates, and one giant secret by Hedwig221b for scribespirare
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
25 Dec 2025
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Sometimes, Stiles thought about telling him. It wasn’t even a thought, but a fantasy of him kissing Derek first thing in the morning and kissing him goodnight, of not going into separate bedrooms after a tiring day. He dreamed of making that one step further and putting not only his chin on Derek’s shoulder when the wolf cooked breakfast, but his hands around Derek’s waist, dreamed of taking his hand and threading their fingers, dreamed of kisses and sex and shared life.
It wasn’t this young puppy love. It wasn’t lust, though it was there. It was a years-long, deep, chronic ache. Bittersweet. Overwhelming. Sometimes, it didn’t let Stiles breathe, and other times it was the only thing that made him do it.
Stiles’ confession would destroy them, but not Derek. Because Derek would get up and lift his chin again.
If the alpha was brave enough to cover Stiles’ body from an imminent threat, then maybe it was time for Stiles to get brave, as well. The wounds may never close, but if Derek rejected him… it wouldn’t matter.
Nothing ever would.
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The whole 'Derek needs rescuing' thing is getting way out of hand. Derek comes a little too close to getting himself killed, prompting an argument, leading to a revelation that might change their friendship irrevocably.
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“Clumsy little thing, aren’t you?”
The kid grins. His response is quick, sharp and not at all shaken. “My dad says they’re gonna put ‘it was an accident’ on my tombstone.”
Peter’s lips twitch up, amused despite himself. “How often do things happen to you by accident?”
“I’ve got interesting luck.”
Peter’s not sure why that feels like the understatement of the decade.
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Five times Stiles saved the Hales + one time Peter saved him back.