#* / interactions. ⋮ erica reyes.

[sundrop-writes]

you were nice to me and acknowledged my existence so i hope you know that means you’ve unknowingly asked for all my dumbass, hyper-specific 12AM bullshit thoughts.

you can turn this into a mini blurb or teen wolf pack headcanon - whatever works for you, but who do you think in the pack is would be into you wearing a necklace (or any form of jewelry really) with their name/initial on it? are they buying it for you or is it something you would have to initiate, do they want one too with your name/initial on it?

i know it’s not everyone’s thing but i think it can be really adorable 🥰

if this isn’t your vibe just let me know, no biggie 🩷

This is absolutely my vibe!!! I love this prompt so much omg. Also, I love it when people come to me with their random 12am bullshit - whether it's just to rant in my inbox about fictional characters or to suggest fic ideas. This is what Tumblr inboxes are for

My requests for Teen Wolf are open!! Just make sure to read my rules first!!

What would the pack think of you wearing a necklace that represents them?

A/N: I changed it from an initial to a representative symbol, partially because of a tiktok that Star sent me the other day of someone selling Teen Wolf necklaces in an Etsy shop that I can't stop thinking about and I want one so badly, and partially because I think Derek's tattoo would make a really amazing necklace.

Warnings: descriptions of canon level violence, I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible (please let me know if I messed up anywhere on that), Isaac's low self eesteem due to his father's abuse, mentions of Jackson x Lydia, references to sex (but nothing descriptively smutty), I think that's it.

Includes: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes (I got tired while writing this so that's all the characters we have lmao)

Derek would love it. It would be his idea - he would be the one to give you the necklace.

He met you shortly before becoming an Alpha, and you were the defining member of his pack. You were the first person he had bitten in order to turn them - you had been bleeding out outside of the Hale house after Peter had stuck his claws through your stomach, sensing Derek's attachment to you (even if it was something that Derek himself hesitated to admit), and he had called Derek weak for taking a liking to you. So the moment after Derek had slashed Peter's throat open, making him the Alpha, he had used his new found power to bite you, ultimately saving your life.

You were someone he had once viewed as his weakness, but he had come to realize that you were his ultimate strength. You showed him how to interact with Erica, Isaac, and Boyd with kindness and understanding, you showed him how to harness his Alpha power with more than just the anger he harboured inside. You showed him love - something his isolated heart hadn't felt in years.

To him, the triskele tattoo on his back represented the three forms of a wolf could take - the powerful, leading Alpha, the following Beta, and isolated, weak Omega. It represents how a wolf can rise to power, but he can also fall to weakness if he's not careful.

When he gave you a necklace with that same symbol as its pendant, he explained to you why it was so important to him that you wear it.

"You have helped me rise to my full potential." He told you, pinning the clasp behind your neck. "Every time I look at this around your neck, I want to be reminded of that. I want to be reminded not to fall to anything less." He kissed the base of your neck, causing you to break into a large smile as his thick, warm arms wrapped around you from behind. "I need to be reminded to serve you a good, loyal Alpha every single day. Not to fall back into my former weaknesses."

"I thought I was your weakness?"

"No. You're my strength."

Isaac would be unsure about it. And it most definitely was not his idea.

It started with you and Lydia hanging out before a lacrosse game - the two of you were getting ready in her room, and while she finished up her makeup, she said 'oh!' as if suddenly remembering something, and then went to her jewellery box. You looked on in curiosity as she pulled out a necklace, and when you squinted closer, you saw that it was a silver pendant with the number 37 on it.

"What's that?" You asked.

"It's Jackson's jersey number." She told you. "It's good luck for a player's girlfriend to wear his jersey number, and I didn't want some big ugly jacket with the numbers written on the back."

It made you wonder if you should wear Isaac's jersey number to the game, even though the two of you had been playing around with dating, not exactly official. Isaac was hesitant on PDA and labels. Lydia encouraged you, though, and she ended up using a red lipstick to write his number 14 on your cheek, making you look like a crazed fan - but everybody at the game already knew who you were there for.

Before the next game, Lydia gifted you with a necklace similarly to her own, with the promise that she wouldn't have to freeze her ass off in the stands alone - and to her, it was like the two of you had matching best friend necklaces, representing the lugheads that you cheered for on the field together. At first, you only wore it to games. But then you found comfort in wearing it all the time.

Isaac, of course, took notice of this - his eyes easily magnetized to the number 14 glimmering on the silver chain around your neck.

He felt like he didn't deserve to have a mark on you. He was undeserving of claiming you, undeserving of being called your 'boyfriend'. He was worthless, and you wearing something that represented some kind of serious relationship between the two of you - why did you want him? Why?

After a long, tiring night of talking, some tears, and eventually some kissing - he finally understood. And from then on, he was more than proud to have his 14 constantly shining around your neck.

Scott would love it. But it would be your idea.

The two of you had to date in secret - your family had a loyalty, an alignment with the Argents, so you couldn't be seen with Scott in public, creating a deep frustration between the two of you when you couldn't hold hands in the hallways or go on 'real' dates like other couples could. Scott expressed a deep frustration at loving you, being your boyfriend, but not getting to be yours twenty-four seven like he wanted to, and that's what caused you to come up with the idea.

You got a silver heart locket necklace, and inside, put a picture of the two of you. Well - it was a piece of the picture of the two of you. You grabbed a photo of the two of you kissing, and cut out the space that had formed between your necks when your lips came together in a kiss - to anybody else (most important, if your family saw it) it would have looked like a photo of blank sky. But you and Scott were the only two people in the world who knew what the photo truly was.

And you gave him the rest of the photo with the missing heart shape cut out between the two of you so that he could be reminded of your next words every single time he looked at it.

"The space between us isn't what matters." You told him firmly, pointing to the space you had cut out of the photo. "No matter how big that space gets, we always know how much we love each other. We'll always have each other."

From then on, every single time he looked at the silver heart dangling around your neck, it was something he remembered with a smile. No matter how far the two of you had to be apart, no matter for how long - your love kept you together.

Stiles would absolutely love it. It would be his idea.

Stiles would be incredibly shy and shitting his pants nervous about asking you to wear his numbers, but the week before, you had asked him to be your boyfriend after a roaring success of a first date that he had no clue how he landed with you. His first game as a first linger was coming up, and he felt like things could only go up from here.

He had you, he was first line, so - he steadied his courage as he tightly gripped the black velvet box that had the shiny gold necklace in it, praying that this wouldn't be too much, too soon. Praying that he wasn't going to scare you off.

"Um, hey." He greeted you at your locker, a ball of nervous energy that had you giving him a questioning eyebrow.

"Good morning." You smiled at him, wondering why he was acting so strange. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips - a light, chaste kiss in greeting, and he felt himself nearly knocked over by the joy of it.

This was really real. He had you.

"What's that?" You asked, motioning toward the box in his hands.

"Oh, uh - a gift." He said. "For you."

"Stiles, you didn't have to. It's not my birthday or anything."

"I know." He said. "I want to - to do something special. To celebrate you being mine."

An intense wave of butterflies overtook you at this, and you look on in awe as he opened the box, presenting the necklace to you.

"It's - um - it's my jersey number. Ya know - 24. Just - it's a thing that people usually do, wearing their boyfriend's number... and I - am I being too weird? I'm sorry." He went off rambling the longer that you didn't speak, and you quickly raised a hand to his wrist, trying to calm him with a soothing touch there.

"I love it." You assured him with a smile. "Thank you. I can't wait to wear it."

"I could... help you put it on now?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and he excitedly grabbed it out of the box.

From then on, you never took it off. You were more than proud to be his, and proud to show it off by wearing the necklace.

Erica would fucking love it, but it wouldn't really be intentional on either of your behalves.

One thing Erica never expected about becoming a werewolf - how possessive it would make her. But being able to smell when someone had touched you, being able to hear how hard your heart pounded when you were scared or anxious - it made her want to rip apart anybody who even looked at you the wrong way. The two of you weren't even officially dating. Your friendship always crossed weird lines - you were the only person who was kind to her when she was an outcast, and after she transformed, you were the only person she knew for certain didn't just want her for her body.

The sex between the two of you was amazing, but you never talked about feelings.

One night in the haste of undressing, she dropped a necklace on your floor - a nameplate necklace that her parents had gotten for her birthday a few years ago. You didn't want to forget to bring it back to her, and you thought it was funny, a kind of joke - so you put it on. You thought nothing of having the name 'Erica' dangling around your neck in bold silver letters.

When Erica saw it - it drove all of her wolfish instincts insane. Seeing her claim on you, her name literally written across you - it took everything she had in her not to throw you across a table in the middle of the library and fuck your brains out, then and there.

And she saw the way other people reacted to it too. The way guys would go to flirt with you, but then their eyes would dart down to the necklace and then look to her, as if finally noticing her presence glaring at them, telling them to back off - and then they would scatter in fear. It was the first time in weeks that the two of you actually had peace.

So she implored you to keep it. She loved having a silent little claim on you. After all, wolves love claiming their territory, right?

...

Teen Wolf Masterlist

[stilesstlinski]

Ever since his return from the other side, Stiles had been suffering with severe nausea and fatigue. Nothing seemed to appease his symptoms, and conversations with other non-humans had lead him to realise that it wasn't that common of an occurrence. Lydia had hypothesised it was his lack of connection to his ‘anchor’ in resurrection that was causing Stiles’ weakness, but he was unable to test that theory with the absence. He felt their feelings, occasionally seeing the world through their eyes. But he understood none of it, causing spouts of anxiety he couldn’t control.  Stiles couldn’t follow the voice in his head, despite several failed attempts to do so. He couldn’t reach out to them. He’d been pulled into their mind extensively only once – and all he’d witnessed was panicked blurred images of a boy he couldn’t make out, before the world blacked out. They could be anywhere, and considering he was already dealing with a long lost twin, he was unsure whether or not he even wanted to pursue another bizarre connection. He was just about to call it quits, deciding to dismiss his research after another failed visit to the library, when a blonde came into vision. Suddenly the tug of pain in his stomach, the aching of his throat, it stopped. He knew her. Not well, but Stiles certainly remembered her. Somehow, he knew she was the one; he felt it. “Erica?”

[bericas]

let's have a toast to the good life; suicide before you see this tear roll down my eyes.

[mcrcki]

@vcndetta said : ♫+58 (danika and erica)

♫ 58 : american idiot by green day

"everything isn't meant to be okay," danika shrugged, watching erica for a moment. "there really isn't more to it, you know? sometimes things just don't fucking work out, it sucks but it's how it goes, right? no use in getting upset over something you can't control."

[wvsteria]

jackson kenner & erica reyes @vcndetta

"so how'd you turn?" jackson asked, since he'd come to realize the werewolves were different depending on where they came from.

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for erica reyes!! ( @vcndetta )

dropping to the ground, cassie tucks her wings back into her suit as she looks around. "i'm... really fucking tired of this shit. like, i can't do it anymore."

[lavendaers]

@vcndetta lydia martin for erica reyes

"we can argue about this tomorrow." lydia shook her head, arms crossing over her chest. "it doesn't mean you win though. we'll just pick this back up tomorrow."

[wintersghst-a2]

once again making bad decisions

[exilae-moved]

NOW SHOWING, exilae & @batinstincts ... you're clearly exhausted, you can go in the morning.

" yeah well i... " your voice trails off with a huff, & a roll of your eyes. not at her, this isn't her job to know why the exhaustion seeps so deep into your bones... it's frustrating, it's beyond frustrating to live in this perpetual state: but that's your burden to carry. " i'm always tired. i was going to walk home, i can't drive ––– so... " arms cross over your chest & your teeth gnaw on the inside of your cheek ( the metallic taste is familiar, it is something you sometimes miss ). " it's fine. don't worry about it. "

[cfthesoul]

muse: erica reyes

"i still have nightmares of the vault. how i almost died. it plagues my mind at night sometimes and i can't think of anything else."

[brxkenbeta]

Open Starter

"What are you doing here?"

[tylcrlockwood]

Tyler raised his eyebrows at her honesty, not many rebels were willing to discuss their health concerns with those they barely knew. After the war, such matters had often remained private outside of the infirmary. But it was refreshing, in a grim sort of way, something he found himself respecting. “I guess it’s true what they say, women are way tougher than men,” he admitted with a half shrug, feeling empathy for her. That’s why Scott outsold him as an alpha, because Tyler had no idea how to help others, and wasn’t a very strong conversationalist when it came to heavier topics. “I’m sorry. That sounds rough. And I can understand why you might think lycanthropy is cool or whatever, but the grass is always greener right? It’d be trading out one set of pain - both emotional and physical - for another. Turning, that is.” He hoped she wasn’t considering it. Being human was… grounding, connective; and certainly an opportunity that shouldn’t be wasted. Tyler never had that choice. “I get it, really. But you should trust me on this.”

Tyler gently took the paint supplies from her grasp, shaking his head. “I’ll carry those. Come on, you can lead the way. I don’t think it matters where we start, just pick a house and we can make it look… half decent.”

It wasn’t common for Erica to act on the defense. People used to make fun of her all the time, and while it had made her incredibly defensive, she never actually voiced those thoughts. There was no point when they’d already won. But this felt different. She was in total awe of Tyler, yet he seemed unhappy to have the one thing she’d always wanted. To be strong – practically untouchable. Besides, what he was describing sounded like her life any other week. She started hesitantly. “I… already feel a lot of pain. I haven’t broken every bone, but.. that’s what they feel like anyway. Seizures, I mean. That’s exactly how I’d describe them. Like someone else is taking over your body. And mood swings?” She laughed a little, frowning at the floor a moment later. “That’s like, every month for a girl.” Realising she’d essentially just argued with one of the most inspiring people she'd ever met, Erica stammered, now looking apologetic. “I’m sorry. It’s just… what you have – what you are. It’s amazing.” Definitely worth it, she thought.

Erica practically beamed at him, relieved she’d gotten it right. Her initial expression was nothing though in comparison to the smile she wore when he agreed to partner with her. I’m all yours. She almost felt faint with excitement, but forced herself to hold onto some control. Now was not the time to be spinning out. Once again, Erica longed for someone to gossip to, to share her excitement with. Finally, she was being seen.

Burying the longing for now, the blonde nodded enthusiastically, grabbing paint supplies. “Okay. Wow. Yeah, um, great. That’s great. Let’s, uh.. shall we? Go?” Blinking at him a few times, she realised the answer was obvious, and set off, berating herself again for coming on so strong. The last thing she wanted to do was blow this opportunity.

[wvsteria]

allison argent & erica reyes @vcndetta

"hey, did you see this?" allison asked, grabbing the poster off the wall. "it looks like the market's going to be here soon. you ever been?" she asked looking over the flyer then showing it to the other.

[lavendaers]

@vcndetta sathia flynn for erica reyes

"so you only turn into a wolf once a month? huh.." sathia trailed off, nodding her head slowly. "it's just, where i'm from, the ones that shift into wolves there can turn whenever they want. though we also have merpeople that don't have to give up their voices to get legs."

[takaraphoenix]

Stiles' Solace

Tags: m/m, Jackson Doesn't Leave, hurt/comfort, fluff, Pack Mom Stiles

Main Pairing: Danny/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Danny Mahealani, Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore

@stanny-week Day 4 Prompt: hurt/comfort

Summary: Danny more or less accidentally learns the truth. That Jackson is a werewolf, that he is part of a pack. It sounds unbelievable but it beat Danny's personal theories (Jackson joined either a cult or a polycule, both led by Stiles). He also learns a lot about Stiles in the process.

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Stiles' Solace

The Mystery of Stiles' Cult-Possible-Polycule

Stiles Stilinski may be the center of a cult of hot people and Danny had no idea how that happened.

It all started with Stiles and Scott. Which, at this point in Danny's life happened far too often.

Jackson and Lydia started spending more and more time with Stiles and Scott. And Danny understood that, it made sense. Lydia had practically imprinted on Allison Argent the day the new girl started school with them, while Allison and Scott fell hard and fast like yet another over-exhausted straight rom-com. So it was a chain-reaction. Jackson was in love with Lydia and so painfully whipped, he did anything she asked, and she wanted to spend time with Allison, but Allison was dating Scott which meant Scott tagged along and wherever Scott went, Stiles went.

That was how it had started, and when it started, it had still made sense. Or, at least sense that Danny could easily follow. Things started making less and less sense the longer they went on.

First, Jackson started pulling away from Danny. From everyone, really. Even broke up with Lydia and that was just wrong. Then, Stiles and Scott started being everywhere, even without Jackson. At the Jungle, of all places. It was bizarre seeing Stiles surrounded by the local drag queens like he was their newest duckling. Which only got more suspicious when Stiles invited the drag queens to Lydia's birthday party a few weeks later – meaning Stiles had actually been adopted by them.

And. At that point, Danny started reevaluating his interactions with Stiles, especially Stiles' question if he was attractive to gay guys. It had felt like yet another tired conversation with a straight guy who wanted an ego boost. Not many straight guys got adopted by a flock of drag queens. Still, Danny was never going to prod someone about their sexuality. Stiles knew Danny was gay, if Stiles wanted to talk about his own sexuality, he could seek Danny out.

Things got decidedly more weird from thereon out. Just before the school year ended, Jackson and Lydia got back together and seemed to be going stronger than ever before (not the weird bit. They were so on and off that Danny on occasion flipped a coin to determine what their relationship status was). Jackson was also fully back in Danny's life though, like he was trying to make up for missed time. And here was the weird thing; Jackson got affectionate. Physically affectionate. Now, they did occasionally do bro-hugs, but Jackson had always been awkward about affection. Now? They had cuddled on the couch together just last week while watching a movie. Purely platonic of course, because they'd tried once, during an off time between Jackson and Lydia like two years ago, just to agree that they were better off as friends.

Scott and Stiles were back being part of their life too. Now that Jackson and Lydia were back together again, and Scott and Allison were back together again. Only that something else changed, because it wasn't just the six of them anymore. For reasons beyond Danny's comprehension – and here came the part that stopped making sense to Danny – were Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd and Isaac Lahey now a part of their group too. And this was where things got truly weird.

Jackson developed a deep friendship with Erica, Isaac seemed all over Scott, Boyd and Erica were so attached to Stiles that for the better part of a month, Danny had just assumed they were a throuple, before a sputtering and laughing Jackson clarified that that was not what was going on there. Still, Jackson didn't clarify what actually was going on there. Or anywhere, really.

Danny knew for a fact that everyone aside from him also hung out with Derek Hale, aka Miguel Stilinski. It was cute that Stiles really thought Danny didn't recognize the one wanted person in all of Beacon Hills at the time. Once again, Danny had considered that maybe Derek was Stiles' secret boyfriend for a while. This too had Jackson sputtering and laughing and turning a little green before clarifying that that was not what was going on, while once again failing to provide the real context.

At this point, Danny was half convinced that they were all part of a cult set around… Stiles, actually. Derek had been in Stiles' room. Scott was Stiles' best friend. Stiles and Lydia were attached at the hip more often than not these days, their noses in books, Lydia teaching him archaic Latin for some reason. Boyd and Erica always hovered over Stiles in particular. Isaac was gradually spending more and more time close to Stiles too, last week the blonde had been sitting in Stiles' lap and no, Danny wasn't even going to bring it up with Jackson because he could not handle a third 'That's not what's happening here' without a clear explanation. Allison was, quite frankly, the only normal person who didn't seem overly obsessed with Stiles, but even her friendship to her boyfriend's best friend was growing stronger with every week.

"One day," Danny sighed, his glass hovering just in front of his mouth. "One day, you will have to tell me the truth, Jacks. I'm your best friend, you have to… to trust me."

"I trust you," Jackson looked at him like a kicked puppy. "I just don't… I don't want you in danger, Danny. This is… I don't want you mixed up with it."

Huffing, Danny downed his drink and waved at the barkeeper for another. "I am involved. Whatever is going on, I am already involved on account of being your and Lydia's best friend. Even if I may be sharing that title with… Stiles, of all people, these days. How did that happen."

"Fuck if I know," Jackson sounded genuinely as lost as Danny felt at that and it eased some of the frustration in Danny. "He's just… always there. When shit happens. When people need to talk. Stilinski's there. It started with Boyd and Erica. They always went to him. And then Isaac started too and… I figured, I mean, it won't hurt to see what they're getting out of it, and…"

"And?" Danny raised both eyebrows, staring intensely at his best friend.

"For a guy who never shuts up, Stiles really knows how to listen when it matters," Jackson shrugged, staring into his own glass. "And as much as he rambles unnecessary shit, he is also… good at finding the right words when they're needed. I've been talking to him about my… birth-parents. And identity. And all that shit. And he gets it. Maybe not fully from his own experience, but he can apply his own experience to it in an… effective way? I don't know, man. It just works. Talking to Stilinski about emotions and shit just works."

For a moment, Danny hummed and let the sounds of the club around them wash over him. "So you just, you just go to him, knock at his door and talk to him about your feelings?"

"No," Jackson wrinkled his nose. "Don't ask me why, but everyone takes the window."

"What."

"The window," Jackson shrugged. "Derek started it, everyone else is just following his lead. Climbing in through Stiles' window. I think it's so we won't wake or disturb his dad. Or so his dad doesn't know we're coming over."

Why in the world would the sheriff mind Stiles having friends over? Did Danny have to worry about Stiles' home situation now? Over the past weeks, he'd learned about what Isaac's home life used to be like before his dad died. Was Stiles not safe at home…? Why was Danny worried about that. If that was the case, surely the very intense Stiles Stilinski Protection Squad was going to take care of it themselves, there was no reason for Danny to worry.

/break\

Stiles was tired. It was close to three AM and he hadn't slept yet. Hadn't even gotten to try sleeping yet. First had been a phone call from Allison, who wanted Stiles' help with a present for Scott. Then came Derek, discussing the last pack meeting with Stiles. And, yeah, Stiles appreciated it, appreciated that Derek recognized Stiles' place in the pack and respected his opinion. But if the Alpha could just schedule these meetings during office hours, instead of 10PM on a Friday night? And half an hour after Derek was gone, Boyd and Erica came climbing in for their regular post Gerard cuddle session. The two betas had grown fiercely protective of Stiles ever since the three of them had gotten out of that damn basement and Stiles super did not mind, he also did not mind the cuddling, it was so nice and comfy and soothing. Still, by the time they sneaked back out to get home to not raise suspicion with their parents, it was one AM and Stiles found himself texting a sleepless Isaac, who was having nightmares about his dad again. By two AM, Isaac was soothed to sleep and Stiles finally got to return to the essay he had been working on before Allison called.

It was three AM and Stiles was so tired and only half-way done with the essay that was due tomorrow and his window opened again. Groaning, Stiles internally prepared himself to send whoever it was away – well, 'whoever', at this point he had gone through pretty much the entire pack, only leaving Lydia (who knew how to ring a doorbell and never came over without texting first), Scotty (who did own a key and did use it, instead of the window, thank you very much) and Jackson. Which meant it had to be Jackson. However, Jackson had plans of going to the Jungle with Danny today, so that meant Jackson was coming over for another sulking-about-Danny session. Those had been increasing the longer Jackson was part of the pack and Danny was kept in the dark.

The problem with that was that the pack was pretty much evenly split on whether they should let Danny in or keep him out of it. Stiles was firmly camp 'hell yeah', because for one, Danny's skills were a clear asset to the pack, secondly he was already on the fringe of the pack and as proven by Lydia getting mauled by Peter, being on the fringe was not safer, thirdly, it was Danny. Who didn't want Danny around. The guy was a fucking delight. Cute, sweet, clever, handsome.

"Fuck, Jackson didn't say this was that hard."

Stiles' head whipped around at the voice and he got to stare at Danny climbing in through his window. What was happening here. Had he fallen asleep at his desk over his essay and had that dream again? The one where Danny broke into his bedroom to seduce him—?

"Wha—at is going on," Stiles asked slowly, watching Danny bend over to catch his breath.

"A ladder," Danny grunted. "You should invest in a ladder if people regularly climb in here. To make this easier on them. This is not the good kind of exercise."

"How… do you know that people regularly climb into my bedroom?" Stiles asked warily. "And why are you climbing in through my bedroom window at three AM?"

Danny straightened up and let his eyes wander over Stiles' room. For the first time, Stiles felt self-conscious about his bedroom. In his defense, how often did one's crush break into their bedroom? At night? Stiles was still half convinced this was a dream.

"Jackson told me," Danny replied casually, still cataloging Stiles' room.

Stiles' eyes bulged and oh holy shit Derek was going to rip Jackson a new one but also Stiles was gonna put his foot down and side with Jackson that decision, even though he wished the stubborn beta had run it by Stiles before. Like, ideally, Stiles and Lydia should have been there to break the news to Danny and ease him into this, give him the 101 My Best Friend Is A Werewolf class, all the fun bits. But okay, okay, okay, Stiles could work with this.

"So he finally told you he's a werewolf, holy shit," Stiles gasped out a breath. "How do you feel about that, buddy? And no feelings are wrong feelings there. I went through all the stages myself, there's a bit of envy, anger, denial, support, it's all valid."

Danny turned to look at him with wide eyes. "What."

"I mean it," Stiles nodded. "Whatever you're feeling is totally valid. I even get resentment about the lying and I need you to know that lying to you was not Jackson's idea, he wanted to tell you earlier, but the rest of the pack kind of had a vote on it and-"

"Werewolf. Pack," Danny interrupted him, eyes widening even more. "Fuck that makes sense."

Slowly, Danny sat down on Stiles' bed and Stiles would be appreciating the sight so much more if Danny's words and the look on his face didn't alarm him so much because why did Danny look surprised by that had Stiles just screwed up big time?

"Uhm. You… You just said that Jackson told you."

"About people breaking into your bedroom," Danny motioned around with one hand. "You asked me how I knew about people breaking into your bedroom and that's how I know about that."

Ah, fuck. Derek was gonna rip Stiles a new one and he could only hope his betas would avenge him. Groaning, Stiles hid his face in his hands, rubbing slowly. Okay, okay, okay, he could surely somehow work this, right? And Derek wasn't going to actually rip his throat out for going against the Alpha's orders, right? Pack Mom privileges and all that. Right?

"This explains nearly everything," Danny whispered amazing, staring straight ahead like his mind was working a hundred miles an hour. "When Jackson pulled away from us, to protect us? During his… change? Or whatever? And when he rekindled with Lydia, started hanging out again, how affectionate he got. Werewolves seek physical comfort. And all the people he's hanging out with now whom he never even looked at before – the pack. A pack of werewolves."

Heaving a sigh, Stiles closed his laptop, abandoning any hope that he would finish this essay before it was due, and instead walked over to sit down next to Danny. Though he sprawled, propping himself up on his elbows and tilting his head to look up at Danny, who sat straight against the wall.

"Are you the Alpha?" Danny asked, looking down at Stiles.

"What," Stiles blinked, stunned. "No, seriously, let me emphasize some more: What?"

Danny shrugged, which wasn't helpful. "You and Scott got involved in Jackson's life leading up to him pulling away from me – and becoming a werewolf. And you're at like the center of it all. They break into your bedroom for advise? They are constantly all over you. My theory was that you're leading a cult, or are in a complicated polycule but Jackson kept denying the polycule accusations."

Stiles made a noise like a dying whale. A cult. A polycule. Alpha of the pack. He genuinely didn't know which of those was the most ridiculous. He huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

"No, no to all three of those," Stiles slid down further on his bed, legs fully dangling off the side as he laid flat and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm what werewolves call Pack Mom. It has been lovingly referred to as the glue keeping the pack together. The Alpha is the leader, is about strength and brute force and physical protection. The Pack Mom like balances it out emotionally? That's what I do. Der says that that's usually a role taken by one or more of the humans in the pack. Where the wolves provide safety and protection, humans nurture and help on a more emotional level."

"So Derek – Derek Hale – your cousin Miguel – is the Alpha, then."

Stiles winced at the reminder of his not best lie. "Yeah, he is."

"And you two aren't dating?" Danny frowned down at him. "Because that sounds very mom and dad coded, which is dreadfully heteronormative, and I remember him half-naked in your bedroom."

"Don't look at it as heteronormative, look at it as gender-role breaking," Stiles shrugged carelessly. "I don't feel emasculated for being Pack Mom. I like it a lot, actually. Makes me feel like I contribute to the pack too, which… lack of claws and fangs often makes me feel… kinda useless."

It took another moment before the rest of Danny's words caught up with him. "Wait, you think I'm dating Derek Hale. No. No I am not dating Derek Hale. Also, why are you so obsessed with my love-life, Dannyboy? First the polycule accusations, now this?"

"Everyone is all over you," Danny shrugged.

"Because everyone loves me," Stiles shrugged before pausing and clarifying. "Platonically. I am the only guy on the planet who is literally surrounded by smoking hot people of both genders and is not getting laid. I managed to Mom-zone myself. Because that's my life."

Silence stretched on between them, both just sitting on Stiles bed together and Stiles couldn't deny how much he loved that. Loved spending time alone with Danny. Loved having Danny in his room. Loved the way he could smell Danny's body wash from this close, feel the heat radiating off his body. Stiles closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling himself relax.

"So my best friend is a werewolf," Danny spoke after half an eternity. "What… do I do now?"

"Phone," Stiles held his hand out, not opening his eyes.

He was mildly surprised when the request was obeyed. Cracking an eye open, he programmed his number into Danny's phone, sent himself a text and then handed the phone back.

"I'll talk to Der. And the rest of the pack," Stiles sighed, an exhausted sound. "Smooth things over. Then, I'll call you and we can talk about easing you into the pack."

"Why," Danny looked down at him. "I mean, why are you offering that. I've not exactly been… the friendliest to you so far, Stiles."

Which was true enough. But Danny had also never been actually hostile, or a bully. And considering his pack's track-record when it came to threatening Stiles? Stiles huffed amused.

"We may not be friends, Danny," Stiles spoke softly. "But that doesn't mean I don't want us to be friends. Besides, you're important to Lyds and Jacks. So, consider this me being Pack Mom and doing them a favor by easing you into the pack. It's what I do. I help everyone."

"Who helps you?" Danny asked, voice soft. "You look fucking exhausted. From what Jackson said, you're balancing everyone's emotional baggage. Who helps you carry your baggage?"

"I have no baggage," Stiles offered a broad, cocky grin. "You know me, Dannyboy. I'm the flailing goofball who always talks too much about unimportant shit. Nothing I have going on is important."

He didn't like the way Danny looked at him, so he chose to give an exaggerated yawn and stretch before getting off the bed. Putting physical distance between the two of them.

"It's kinda late and I still have an essay to finish," Stiles stated, turned toward the desk. "Uh. You can take the door and stairs this time, you know. The climbing through the windows is a werewolf thing. You can use the doorbell. Allison and Lydia use the doorbell."

"Okay," Stiles could hear Danny get off the bed. "I'll use the doorbell next time then. Night, Stiles."

Next time. Stiles' heart did a weird nervous thing at those words. Okay.

/break\

Derek Hale was intimidating. Even more so when his eyes flashed red and he grew fangs and claws. Though Danny couldn't entirely take the eyebrow-situation on the werewolves seriously. There was some intimidating, warning him to not spill their secret, that he would now be in danger from anything that hunted the pack too. Danny took it in stride.

Now that he knew what was going on, it all made so much more sense. Well, not 'all'. He still didn't understand the Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation. But everything else made more sense. The betas – as he learned non-Alpha werewolves were called in a pack – all flocked to Stiles because he was 'Pack Mom'. And now that Danny got to hang out with the pack, not just with the betas in the capacity of school but actually be invited to pack nights, he observed it even more. Casual touches – scent marking – comforting each other. Sharing space, comfort and food.

Stiles usually cooked during these pack nights, he went all out serving things that Danny had never heard of and could not pronounce. Polish family recipes from his mom that he hadn't gotten to make in years in some cases, because cooking just for his dad and himself was different than getting to cook for a large, hungry group of people. It was… weird, seeing Stiles cook. The usually flailing boy was near graceful as he danced through the kitchen, as uncoordinated as it looked, every step had its purpose, every flail was him reaching another ingredient or putting something away, and the end result was usually absolutely delicious. The pack would sit around the large table in the dining room of Derek's recently rebuilt house and eat together. After dinner, they'd usually watch a movie that was put up for vote first during dinner, usually accompanied by heated arguments.

Danny loved it. Loved it all. Loved how much like family it felt – all the arguing around the dinner table reminded him of home, of his siblings, it made him feel warm. He loved that these people, who had all experienced loss to varying degrees of traumatizing, had somehow carved this out for themselves, together, had created this for themselves. Danny found himself marveling at it.

Though Lydia had already been one of his two best friends before, after joining the pack, their bond grew even more. And Danny found himself spending a lot of his time with Lydia, Allison and Stiles. The non-werewolves of the pack. Lydia was a Banshee and though not a supernatural species, Allison was a hunter. Which made her and Scott just so Romeo and Juliet coded, he had to roll his eyes. Which, the most exhausting part about the pack were definitely the mated pairs. Though it explained a lot about how fast and hard Allison and Scott fell, and it explained absolutely everything about Lydia and Jackson, it even explained at least one angle of the Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation (though it only raised even more questions on how Stiles fit with the mated pair).

To his surprise, Danny found himself spending a lot of his time alone with Stiles too. At first, to learn more about the pack, werewolves and the supernatural. Everyone kept saying that Stiles did all the research and knew the most, had explained most things to the betas to begin with, so Danny came and sought him out. The more time he spent with Stiles, the less he minded.

Every quality of Stiles' that he had perceived as annoying was slowly growing on him. When Stiles went on a tangent and started rambling wildly, Danny was no longer annoyed by the word vomit, he found himself smiling at the excitement in Stiles' eyes and the passion in his voice. Stiles' flailing started looking cute to him. And Danny's thoughts when Stiles was chewing on his pencil again, well, those had started being entirely inappropriate.

It reached a point where Danny found himself concerned when Stiles wasn't talking, where he used to seek the quiet and wished for Stiles to shut up. Because now he knew that most of the time when Stiles was actually quiet? That was because the other boy was in a bad mental space. Though Danny hadn't exactly figured out what was going on there, he could see the haunted look in his eyes.

"You really have moped about your ex for long enough now. It's time to get back on the horse," Jackson declared one night at the Jungle. "You should ask Stiles out."

Danny started coughing violently when his drink went down the wrong pipe. "What."

"Dude," Jackson grunted, patting him on his back. "Don't even try."

"Try what," Danny glared at his best friend.

"Try denying that you're falling for Stilinski," Jackson offered him a smug smirk. "I've known you all your damn life, Mahealani. I know what you look like when you like someone and you've been looking at Stiles that way for weeks now. You like him."

"Absolutely not," Danny grunted, returning to his drink.

"...You know that we wolves can hear lies, right?" Jackson's smirk turned even more smug.

Well, fuck. Danny glared fiercely at his best friend and then got up. If he couldn't drink in peace then damn it, he was going to dance. Surely there had to be some cute guy willing to dance with him here. Because Jackson was right with one thing, Danny had been single for too long now. His eyes darkened when he spotted a cute twink. Long, long legs, a tight ass shown off by dark skinny jeans, a red shirt that hugged his lithe frame well, dark, messy hair. Danny didn't necessarily have a type, but he had moods. And right now, he was in the mood to pin a cute twink against the toilet stalls. Time to see if the cute twink was in the same mood.

With a smile on his lips did Danny approach the dancing boy, resting a hand just above the other's lower back to gain his attention before walking around him. He came to stand close, intend on whispering in the other boy's ear, but he froze when he looked into familiar golden-brown eyes.

"Oh, hey, Danny," Stiles grinned broadly at him. "I saw you and Jackson at the bar but you looked deep in conversation so I didn't want to bother."

Danny was distracted by mulling over the fact just how much he'd wanted to fuck Stiles just a moment ago. Damn it all to hell, Jackson might actually be right. He forced a smile.

"Hey," Danny replied after a moment. "What… are you doing here?"

"The girls had a performance and as captain of their official fanclub, I had to cheer them on," Stiles jerked a thumb over his shoulder to point at the drag queens.

They turned and either smiled or winked at Danny. Right. Duckling of the flock. Danny blinked before returning his attention to Stiles. He looked cute in that light, with the soft smile on his lips. Made Danny want to kiss him. Jerking away, Danny cleared his throat.

"Right. I'll, uh, go back to Jackson. Talk to you later?"

Stiles frowned at him but nodded and returned to his dance. Danny couldn't look away, even as he sat down next to Jackson again. Partially so he didn't have to see the unbearable smugness on his best friend's face. Jackson elbowed him until Danny finally looked at him and yep, there it was.

"You were so going to hit on him before you realized it was Stiles," Jackson snickered.

"I hate you," Danny said dryly.

"Can't lie to a werewolf," Jackson smirked. "Besides, we both know you love me."

Flipping him off, Danny ordered a new drink. "So maybe Stiles is cute."

"Not just maybe," Jackson huffed. "I got eyes. I know he's cute. Especially since he grew his hair out. I'll never tell him that, but I still know."

The cute or the sexual attraction weren't even the problem. The problem was how attached Danny had grown to Stiles. How invested in him. Just how attentive he was when it came to Stiles, soaking every new thing he learned up like a sponge. Every layer he peeled back intrigued him more. Danny liked Stiles, genuinely liked Stiles, and he didn't really know what to do with that.

/break\

Stiles was sleepy when he stumbled into his room. Not even necessarily tired, he was still a bit wired from the buzz and the great performance, but he felt drowsy. He was also still distracted thinking about whether or not Danny had wanted to dance with him, because Danny's hand on his lower back – and he could still feel it if he concentrated hard enough – and the near awkward way in which he had just returned to Jackson had nearly kind of felt like Danny had meant to ask him to dance and then chickened out. Only that Danny didn't chicken out of stuff, which only made it more confusing and it wasn't like Stiles didn't dance with all his friends all the time, he'd even danced with Jackson last week. So he didn't fully pay attention when he went into his room, not turning the light on because he knew his way around his own bedroom, thank you very much, and collapsed face first onto his bed. Someone grunted as Stiles made impact with a person's thighs. Okay.

"I don't even care," Stiles declared, yawning and stretching wide in his own bed. "You break into my bedroom and sit on my bed, you are now my pillow. Good night."

He snuggled closer to whoever had broken into his bedroom and closed his eyes, earning an amused chuckle. "You weren't home yet and I didn't want to leave again."

Danny. Stiles blinked dazed. Wait. Danny. Not that it was rare for Danny to be in his room anymore, it was honestly a very, very regular thing by now that had started out with Danny getting the 101 on all things supernatural. Though he was more or less caught up on all of their adventures and all the dos and don'ts that Stiles knew, Danny still dropped by like two to three times a week. Sometimes, they'd do homework together, study for a test, or just... talk. Danny would ask him stuff, personal stuff, about stuff that Stiles liked, and then Danny listened to him. Which was still a bizarre concept to Stiles. Sure, his pack listened to him, but Danny? Danny had always seemed kind of annoyed by Stiles' overall Stilesness and unlike Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Jackson, he hadn't turned into an oversized puppy who now felt the Pack Mom bond. He was still human Danny and he should still be annoyed by Stiles' overall Stilesness. Once, Stiles had asked Danny about it and Danny had just shrugged and claimed that he didn't want to feel left out from the pack, who all always came to hang out in Stiles' bedroom like it was their headquarters and Stiles just… accepted that.

"Why are you here?" Stiles asked, rolling onto his back so he could look up at Danny.

He adamantly refused to move off Danny's lap though, because as he just pointed out, the other had broken into his bedroom, so he now had to deal with being Stiles' pillow and Stiles would be damned to miss an opportunity of kind of snuggling with his steadily growing crush. Danny learning the truth about the supernatural had super not helped with the crush situation. Like hanging out with Jackson, Lydia and Danny had already worsened the physical attraction into a crush, but now that Danny was pack? Now that they... hung out? Just the two of them? This crush was slowly outgrowing crush-levels and Stiles was worried.

"Couldn't sleep," Danny shrugged and tilted his head back against the wall. "Got home from the club and realized that I am forcibly sharing my bedroom with my two cousins who are over right now and one of them snores like you wouldn't believe. The betas get to crash here when they can't sleep, so I invited myself."

That... wasn't untrue. Boyd and Erica often stayed half nights or even the whole night and if Isaac's nightmares about his father got too worse, the blonde would sneak into Stiles' bed too for comfort. Scott was a given, they had had sleepovers since forever. Jackson was a bit more rare, he still had reservations about sharing a bed and fair enough, honestly. Allison and Lydia sometimes came for a proper, normal sleepover because they didn't want to feel left out with all the wolves staying in Stiles' bedroom all the time and the first time the two girls had marched in with sleeping bags, Stiles did have to redo his whole coming out thing with his dad more pointedly. Which did remind him...

"When I asked you if I'm attractive to gay guys, that was weird, wasn't it?"

Danny stilled for a moment and then looked down at him curiously. "In a sense. It happens a lot. Straight guys in sports teams are very in love with themselves and they love the ego boost, knowing that they could get it, even if they're not interested. Well, the ones who aren't homophobic."

"Right yeah no that was not, not a straight guy fishing for compliments," Stiles wiggled his nose. "That was my 'figuring out that I'm gay' phase. I was. Kind of lost on that."

"Mh," Danny tilted his head. "Still lost?"

"Nope. Just gay," Stiles grinned up at him, lazy and happy and warm. "Yeah, after Lydia and Jackson had their epic true love's kiss, I kinda did some reevaluating and realized that I... never felt that way about Lydia. At all. It was just... I guess it felt just safer? To project onto an unobtainable girl, than to confront things that I didn't really understand at the time. And over the years, I grew... comfortable with how things were and didn't question it."

"You procrastinated your own sexuality," Danny looked amused and near fond. "Congrats on figuring it out though."

Humming softly, Stiles rolled onto his side, getting more comfortable on Danny's lap. Those were excellently comfortable thighs. He startled a little when fingers started running through his hair, but as quickly did he relax again. That felt good. That was so soothing, holy shit. He could stay right here, with his head on Danny's lap and with Danny running his fingers through his hair, forever.

/break\

Three months into being part of the pack, Danny finally learned the truth about what that weird Boyd-Erica-Stiles situation was and he honestly wished his polycule theory had been true instead.

They were fighting some kind of creature that lived in storms, made of pure lightning. Because these things were now part of Danny's life. Though he didn't do any fighting, he just drove the get there and get away car (also known as Jackson's Porsche) and took care of injuries, together with Stiles and Scott (who at least had some basic knowledge from his job as a vet).

They were patching up Isaac when the creature lashed out and hit Stiles. It wasn't even a bad amount of voltage, but apparently it was enough to give Stiles a flashback. Erica and Boyd rushed to his side and eased him out of his panic-attack and, in the aftermath, once the creatur was taken care of and everyone was basically hovering around Stiles, the other boy unwillingly explained himself. Most of the pack didn't seem to know the details either, they'd only known that Stiles, Boyd and Erica had been taken by Gerard and that bad things had happened. That those bad things included torture with electricity was new to most aside from Derek and Scott.

Afterward, when the pack split up after a brief debriefing – usually, they had full pack-nights, but Stiles, Boyd and Erica seemed rattled and Isaac and Jackson were still recovering, so they decided to make it quick and delay the comfort bonding to a different day – Danny found himself walking aimlessly through the streets of Beacon Hills. When he looked up, he realized his feet had carried him to Stiles' house. He frowned, annoyed with his feet, and his thoughts, and his heart.

Heaving a sigh, he gave in and went to climb in through Stiles' bedroom window – the sheriff's cruiser sat in its parking spot and Stiles tried to keep his dad away from pack stuff, even though the sheriff finally knew (after they told Danny, Stiles had used that as an argument with the pack to also tell his dad), so Danny figured his presence late would only raise questions. The climb still sucked and Stiles still hadn't gotten a latter to make this easier for at least the humans (and yes, Danny had seen Allison scale the wall up to Stiles' bedroom before too. He'd seen Stiles do it too).

"No," Stiles' voice was surprisingly firm, once Danny sat on his window-sill.

The other boy wasn't even turned toward him, he was curled together on the bed, facing the wall. Danny frowned and continued on entering the bedroom, relieved when he had ground under his feet. Stiles huffed frustrated and turned around to look at him and Danny hated what he saw. Stiles' eyes were red, like he had been crying, and when he was curled together like that, the lanky teen whose limbs seemed to go on forever appeared to be so… small. Stiles was not small.

"Danny," Stiles frowned at him. "No. It took me forever to tell the pups off from breaking in tonight. I don't… I really don't have the space for whatever it is, okay? I just…"

He rubbed at his red eyes. Pups. Sometimes, Stiles would call all the wolves puppies, to mock or tease them, but 'pups' wasn't mocking, 'pups' was a Pack Mom thing. Danny had gotten weirdly used to that, to the whole dynamic of the pack. He didn't claim to understand it, that these teenagers of the same age somehow had a bond that approximated a mother/child bond the closest, but if he was being honest, it was no less weird than his own, very vastly different feelings for Stiles.

"Hey," Danny kept his voice soft as he approached Stiles and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't want anything but to make sure you're alright, Stiles."

Stiles looked up at him warily. "What."

"Partially for you, because whatever just happened was traumatic for you and I really don't think you should be alone right now," Danny elaborated. "And maybe partially for me."

"Why?" Stiles frowned, but he made room in the bed for Danny.

"Because I just learned that you had been kidnapped and tortured by our former principle," Danny raised both eyebrows at Stiles. "It's… It's kind of messing with me. I worry."

"About me," Stiles managed to nearly say it like a question.

Sighing, Danny got more comfortable on Stiles' bed, laying down flat next to the other boy and staring up at the ceiling. Stiles was laying next to him, on his side so he could look at Danny.

"Why do you say it like that?" Danny asked. "Is it… really that hard to believe that I might worry about you? That I'm not hanging out with you multiple times a week out of, what, social obligations or pity, but maybe because I like you? Because we're friends by now?"

"I mean, yeah," Stiles admitted after a moment. "You have always been supremely annoyed by me. And I do get that we're now pack, and that I helped explain shit to you, but…"

"And you grew on me during that time, okay?" Danny cut in, frowning. "I like you."

"Why do you keep saying it like that? You're not saying 'like' you keep saying 'like'."

Rolling onto his side, Danny looked at Stiles' face. Open and vulnerable, no snark or mischief in his eyes, just an honest kind of confusion, as well as the aftermath of his earlier panic-attack. Without thinking, Danny reached out to cup Stiles' cheek, gently brushing some tear-traces away with his thumb. Stiles leaned into the touch, big brown eyes staring at Danny curiously.

"You keep offering solace to everyone who comes knocking at your window. Even the people who have treated you like shit in the past. You help everyone who needs it, even when you don't like them. You're kind of… amazing, Stiles. I never realized that before, because I never took the time to get to know you. But now that I know you, I like you."

"You said it weirdly again," Stiles pointed out, narrowing his eyes.

"Because I don't like you," Danny rolled his eyes and leaned in slowly. "I like you."

He pressed a feather light kiss to Stiles' lips. For a moment, Stiles didn't move at all – and Danny was fairly sure he had never seen that happen, not even when he was asleep did Stiles keep fully still – and just when Danny was about to pull away, movement returned to Stiles. He grabbed Danny by the collar of his shirt, clumsily pulling him back in and doing his best at deepening the kiss, even though Danny could tell that Stiles had barely any, if any at all, experience. It made Danny smile just a little and he tilted his head, taking the lead. To his credit, Stiles proved to be a fast learner when it came to kissing too, but that shouldn't be a surprise.

"Oh," Stiles whispered against Danny's lips when they parted. "So… like, huh."

Grinning, Danny nodded. His hand slipped from Stiles' cheek, slowly tracing down to settle on the other boy's waist. He pulled Stiles closer against himself and twisted some so he was laying on his back again, with Stiles half resting on his chest. Stiles seemed comfortable enough there.

"So… you came here to kiss me?" Stiles asked, looking somewhere between curious and pleased.

"Actually no," Danny huffed. "I had plans of staying in denial about my feelings for you for at least another couple of weeks. But then today happened. And I didn't like the thought of you being alone. I guess I came here to, I don't know… be there for you?"

"To be my solace, for a change?" Stiles grinned at him with an edge of teasing.

Yet beyond the teasing, his grin was so soft and warm and happy, so Danny shrugged. "I guess."

Humming, Stiles cuddled up more to Danny, resting a hand on Danny's chest and pulling one leg up to actually lay across Danny's. Clingy. Of course he was clingy, this should not surprise Danny. Sighing, Danny wrapped one arm around Stiles' back, gently running it up and down his spine.

"You are, you know," Stiles admitted after a moment, voice so soft that Danny could barely hear him. "My solace, I mean. If we have to be cheesy about it. Don't get me wrong, I love the pups, I love hanging out with them and they often enough hang out with me without wanting something from me. But it's just… it feels different with you. More… at ease? More solace-y."

Danny snorted. "That's not a word. You're too smart for that."

"Shut up, you fried my brain earlier by kissing me," Stiles actually stuck his tongue out at Danny.

Huffing out a laugh, Danny leaned down to kiss the corner of Stiles' mouth. Three months ago, he didn't understand why everyone seemed to flock to Stiles. Now, he understood.

~*~ The End ~*~

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