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Stiles isn't the only human in the pack, but, more often than not, he's the most vulnerable.
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05 Sep 2025
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Great characterisations, Derek being competent and sweet and Stiles not noticing it is peak. This fic is my canon
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AU from 1x04, "Magic Bullet."
"Why the hell did you do that?" Derek demanded. "Why would you bond with me? You were going to leave me for dead, you didn't want anything to do with helping me."
"Okay, first of all, that was like two hours ago and I've grown a lot as a person since then," Stiles said.
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Noah takes Stiles out to a nice dinner for graduation and proceeds to almost embarrass him completely when he sees Stiles staring at their waiter, D. Hale.
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“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”
“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”
Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.
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“Hello!”
Derek was startled right out of his shift, his grey-green eyes snapping open as he tried to find the source of the voice that had scared him. He didn’t have to look far as he found a boy, no older than eleven standing just in front of him. He had the widest, most innocent doe brown eyes Derek had ever seen. There was a timid smile curling on his lips, moles dotting his pale skin. He was wearing a red hoodie that looked slightly too big, the hood flopping over his messy brown hair. Derek had seen him before. He was the Sheriff’s kid.
“My name is Stiles,” he said as he rocked on his heels, looking at Derek kindly, “and you looked sad so I thought I would come sit with you."