SolitaryBirchTree
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Derek Hale is a Class Five Sentinel — one of the most powerful in federal service — and he's falling apart. Four years after his former Guide used their bond to crawl inside his head and sell state secrets through his senses, he's sworn off Guides entirely. But the longer he goes without one, the more his senses fragment: zone-outs, feral episodes, walls through which he puts various colleagues. The Bureau of Sentinel-Guide Affairs gives him an ultimatum — accept a new Guide or be locked in a containment facility for everyone's safety.
Enter Stiles Stilinski: newly manifested, top of his class, already fired from two field placements for being smarter than his supervisors and incapable of keeping that information to himself. Their compatibility index is ninety-fourth percentile. Their first meeting goes about as well as you'd expect.
This is a story about the difference between bonds that are taken and bonds that are chosen. About a man who learned that trust is a weapon, and the loudmouthed, gummy-bear-eating disaster of a Guide who teaches him it can also be a door.
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01 Jun 2026
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He held Stiles’ face like it was the most precious thing and licked Stiles’ neck like he owned it. A kiss was the first thing to greet Stiles in the mornings they spent together, and at nights, it was the last thing he felt on his face. Each time was more desperate than the last.
Derek told him he was made to be kissed. It was a reward, a pleasure, a relief.
And then, after all of this, he would disappear. For two days, three, or for a week. Stiles would choke from the thought that this time he definitely ruined it (how? god, how?), and then, in a click of a light, Derek would come back as if he were always there. Calling from a hidden number, cupping his chin, tugging Stiles closer with his hand splayed on his back, so big and insistent. Kissing, loving, refusing to let go.
But only in a closed room, in the darkest corner of a restaurant, in a black sports car with its windows thick and tinted.
Stiles dreaded saying goodbye.
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31 May 2026
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To think of it, anyone could walk in and take him. Anyone. And Stiles would let them. He would take their hand and go to god knows where with just a nod. The things they could have done to this creature… Who knew how many hands he would have passed before breaking apart?
It was a blessing, really, that Derek got to him first.
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30 May 2026
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Stiles' gaze fell on the ads and random bits of paper stuck to the street pole. He ripped the offending advertisement off and was about to throw it out when his eyes caught a familiar face.
Closely shorn head. Big, doe eyes, an impish smile, and his mother’s nose.
Stiles stared at himself, black and white and frozen above giant letters, which spelled a bold “MISSING”.
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30 May 2026
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Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.
“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”
Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.
Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.
Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.
It felt so wrong to not want them now.
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30 May 2026