Oh, that Peter-Stiles dynamic is just so fascinating. Right off the bat. I remembered that it fascinated me, but I didn't remember that they are fascinating right from the start.
The tension in their first meeting at the hospital. How Peter, who has hurt or killed everyone he encountered so far, just... circles his prey until Derek gets there to defend Stiles.
The way Peter just. Tore into Lydia without a thought. But didn't harm Stiles at all.
The way Peter only bit Scott out of opportunity but wants Stiles in his pack - because Stiles is "the clever one" - and actually offers Stiles the bite. Doesn't force it onto him, fully giving Stiles the choice and then leaving without doing... any harm at all... when Stiles says no.
Obsessed with how obsessed Peter is with Stiles.
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Peter: Dear nephew, why is there a severed head in my refrigerator?
Derek: Why would I know?
Peter: I wasn't talking to you? Stiles?
Stiles: Well, I couldn't keep it in my fridge. Dad would freak out.
Peter: Fair enough. If this is going to become a regular thing, maybe we should get a separate one for dismembered body parts.
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Ten years on, I have so many questions about one line of dialogue in Teen Wolf 3B...
We see the chess board with all the names on it and the names correlating with the pieces would suggest that Stiles has an understanding of chess at the bare minimum. But was Stiles a chess kid? And if he is/was or does play chess, how did Peter know? Does Stiles play chess with Peter? Is this just Peter's way of saying Stiles knows how to play games? Is he saying Stiles knows how to strategize and think tactically?
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messy
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Now that I've got a little collection...
Here are the full banner artworks for chapters 3, 4, 5, & 6 of my Steter fanfic, Mutiny of the Hardest Order. :D
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just met peter facinelli and asked him what he thought is most compelling about carlisle as a character:
„with carlisle there’s a feeling of calm, even when there‘s chaos.“
and that’s actually so true and poetic? calling all fanfiction authors to go and pick that line up.
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Nogitsune: Okay, how many of the pack bitches do I have to fight?!
Stiles: I'm the only one that matters. See, you messed with my son, and now I am going to FUCK YOU!
Derek:...
Scott:...
Peter:...
Allison:...
Jackson:...
Lydia:...
Chris:...
Noah:...
Liam:..
Harris: Well, this just got interesting.
Eli: It's "fuck you up," Dad.
Stiles: Wait, what did I say?
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Every time I look at Stiles, I just see these big, brown doe-eyes.
And all I can think is "damn, that's gotta drive his predator boyfriend nuts" and "oh, Bambi would be such a good petname".
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Stiles, speaking softly: You were supposed to be there. Why weren’t you?
Derek: I was held up, literally. I’m sorry.
Stiles, nearly whispering: I guess the bullet holes in your jacket make more sense now. I’m not going to make it though. I love you Derek. I always have. I want you to live even after I’m gone.
Derek, rushes to hold him: You have to make it. You’re the only one for me, Stiles. How can I live if you’re not with me?!?
Stiles, barely whispering through labored breaths: You have to remember all our good times and carry them with you throughout your years. I’ll love you always and forever. *heart monitor goes flat*
Derek roars: NOOOOOOO!!!!
Peter had been watching Stiles and Derek from the shadows of the hospital room. His own heart felt like it had stopped beating the moment Stiles drew his last breath. The piercing echo of the flat line bore into his psyche and grated his senses.
Two things were certain. One, Scott McCall, would die tonight. He had failed at his appointed duties of guarding Stiles. He preferred to get his cock wet instead and couldn’t accomplish his singular task. Now, Stiles was DEAD. Peter was going to enjoy carving into his flesh until he was begging for death.
Two, they would get their boy back. There was no way in this forsaken fucking land that he would allow Stiles to remain dead. He had become his best friend and a dead best friend would not fucking do!
It was time to introduce his nephew to the Hale Vaults secret annex—a section he prepared with great sacrifice alongside a three hundred year old coven of witches and two immortal Fae Royals—a necro-magic ritual room.
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Derek: *on the phone* We hate Peter now. Get on board or the sexting stops!
Stiles: Peter's a son of a bitch!
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Peter: I think you may have daddy issues.
Stiles: What!? My father was amazing, I don't have any daddy issues.
*Derek arrives without a shirt*
Stiles: I may have mommy issues cause I want him to breastfeed me.
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If the gang found out there was a were-hyena stuck in a zoo exhibit a la Buffy the Vampire Slayer
*new were-hyena*
Stiles: Alright, now wait a goddamn minute! You're werewolves. Took a bit of an adjustment period but I was cool with that. Jackson became a Kamina when he got turned then became a werewolf with Kamina features ‘cause that's totally normal. Then Malia showed up as a fucking were-coyote which is fine, whatever. I had seen weirder shit by that point! Then Kate Argent became a were-jaguar? But, sure, why not. And fucking Theo is half werewolf AND half were-coyote– that I can kind of rectify because it was the dread doctors’ doing and shouldn't have existed. Of course, it wouldn't exist if you had listened to me when I told you he was evil at the start—
Derek: Stiles.
Stiles: Fine! But I was cool with all of that and now you're telling me there's a fucking were-hyena stuck in the zoo?
Scott: An evolved were-hyena who's stuck in hyena form…
Stiles: Because that makes it so much better. What's next? Were-lions? Were-tigers? Were-bears?
Peter: Oh my…
Stiles points at Peter: Thank you, Peter, for getting the joke. Back to my rant—
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