Azalea_Indigo
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Stiles father and his mother, before she succumbed to the illness that stole the light from her eyes and the hair from her head, always told Stiles not to stray into the woods on the edge of town. It was something everyone knew, a fact of life here; you do not go into the woods. The woods are dangerous, full of things that hunt and hurt little boys and girls. That’s why you shouldn’t go into the woods.
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15 Jul 2026
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In which the Nematon is having issues; Stiles and Peter have even bigger issues and sex doesn't solve your relationship crisis.
Also magic and human sacrifice but that's par for the course.
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15 Jul 2026
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Stiles watches Peter from across the room, although he feels like he shouldn’t. Like he shouldn’t try to insert himself, even by proxy, into the moments Peter is experiencing. Autumn spills into the living room through the open doors, lighting Peter from behind. He is bathed in soft light and Stiles lingers in the shadows, ignoring the symbolism of that. He’s bored of all the different metaphors for longing.
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15 Jul 2026
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The treaty is signed while Stiles is being laced into his wedding corset. Ink splatters parchment as a maid pulls the ribbons, tighter and tighter. Stiles’ breath and future are taken away, all to save a village. He is a sacrifice more than a bride. The maid assists in fixing a choker around Stiles throat. Her hands are cold despite the roaring fire in the grate. The choker is a string of blood red rubies, they reflect the firelight with a wet shine like an open wound.
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Bookmarked by Azalea_Indigo
15 Jul 2026
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Stiles is using the copy machine to make posters for the Halloween bash the store will be throwing on that haunted day, when Peter comes in. Peter does not work here. Peter works in a fancy lawyer's office downtown, doing mergers and scamming old people out of their pensions or something of that nature. Stiles doesn't know, he makes it a point not to care. Not that Peter dresses like a lawyer, with his v-necks and motorcycle jackets and criminally tight jeans.
"Stiles," Peter says, tilting his sunglasses down his nose to give Stiles a once over. "Are ironic t-shirts all you own?"
Stiles screws his face up in fake laughter. His t-shirt has a black lineart illustration of a fish with a 1920s style gun and fedora, surrounded by text that reads 'I partied with the Mobb, 1997 IBC Convention, Richmond Virginia'.
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15 Jul 2026