#rectifier stiles

[rectifier-vn]

Finally a game that understand me

I'm officially satisfied 😌. can't wait to mark them hoes like a calendar and throw them to the street

Thank you Joy 👌

-🦤

I’m glad you enjoyed! Hehe they are my sillies, I’m excited to showcase some new content for them very soon 💖 👀

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

charming wayward sons│fic scene│werewolves

rising son│chapter 2

[takaraphoenix]

Man, I really wish I had been more daring and a little braver about entering new fandoms back when I first got into Teen Wolf.

I discovered the show during the hiatus between s2 and s3 and I got so obsessed, I watched the first two seasons three times in the span of one month - something that has never happened before or after; the highest feeling of rewatching a show right away is one immediate rewatch. And then I dove head first into fanfiction.

If this happened today, me getting this attached and obsessed that quickly, damn it all to hell, I would have yeeted a dozen fics into the void before s3 even rolled around.

But gods, I was so awkward about entering new fandoms back then, because I was also still a bit of a new writer when it came to English (I have been a fic writer since 2006, in my native tongue, but writing in your second langua makes you more self conscious), so that added to the nervousnees.

But by the time I grew more daring, and actually did start writing for this fandom, the show was already on its fast decline. And I hated s5 so much, I dropped the show and didn't watch s6 until 2020, when Teen Wolf next decided to consume my life and I (re)watched the whole show.

And now that Teen Wolf is once again consuming my fandom life, I'm just... kind of mourning what could have been.

Because if I had been daring, if I had written for it back in 2013, then I would have had enough attachment to keep writing even as the show's quality rapidly declined, I would have written so much, this would be one of my top three most written fandoms, instead of me only having written 6 fics for it so far.

Anyway, this is a callout post for my past self: Bitch, why did you not write more Teen Wolf fics that cater specifically to all my interests so I can reread them now that the hyperfixation has reawakened?

[wolfspurr]

This is SUPER late, I know, but last year I participated in the @sterekcollabang (2025 Collabang coming soon! Yay!) with the wonderful @noxnthea and I never posted about it here. Which is obviously something that needs to be rectified!

I had a wonderful time bouncing ideas, and working on this moodboard to go with @noxnthea's fic, and I love the way it turned out. Please all go and check out A Hydrographic Map to Home on AO3 and show it some love. It's so, so good!!

A Hydrographic Map to Home (20650 words) by Noxnthea Rating: Teen And Up Audiences “I don’t…know how," Derek whispers, and it's the truth. Derek doesn’t know how to want things for himself, how to believe that he deserves it — Stiles hears both and more in the silence that follows. “Well,” Stiles decides, “we’ll work on it. And until you do, I’ll just have to believe hard enough for the both of us.”   A kidnapping, an excess of water, and a journey to trust and control: one night, and the summer that led to it.

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

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—

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Three Steps to a Good Meal

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/66525508 by iamblufairy Stiles sometimes forgets to eat proper meals and Chris and Peter intend to rectify that. Words: 803, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Has ADHD, basically Stiles is bad at eating regularily and Chris and Peter make sure he does, Pining, Light Dom/sub, if you squint really hard - Freeform Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/66525508

[nominalappraisal]

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[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

Were it to happen later, this how I imagine it...

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! 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.

Still pissed that Stiles didn't have much of a reaction to Kate being a werejaguar. He so would have said some shit like "What's next, Werelions? Weretigers? Werebears?!" And Scott or Derek would have quietly said,"Oh my. " We were robbed.

[sterekchub]

The hands are there to ~serve~ of course, so it doesn't take long before Stiles' complaints are rectified with more shakes, more and more of his food being poured into him instead of shoved. Everyone watching him truly becoming nothing but a toy and balloon for the hands, a deluge of fattening drinks poured into him constantly as he blimps out faster than ever, his throat the only thing active anymore as he descends into a new level of hedonistic indulgence, gluttony, mindlessness and laziness~

No one can talk him out of it. They helplessly watch as Stiles gets lazier and lazier, his meals going from "3 times a day" to "around the clock" to "no solid food, just liquid calories." Stiles hands lay uselessly at his sides- occasionally feeling around to get a sense of just how BIG he is...but when his hands can no longer reach around his belly -he can't really tell anything about his size other than he's approaching roughly the size of an XL beanbag. And by that point - he can't even rest his hands down at his sides because his love handles have swelled with fat...so instead his hands just rest on his flabby sides. Mindlessness takes over and Stiles barely bothers to speak in full sentences - mostly because he's unintelligible with food being crammed into his mouth as he speaks. Mostly becomes "Mmmmppph, more." ""m full." "'s good." Everyone is hoping the hands have a plan for Stiles if he keeps growing at this pace. Every time they see him - he seems somehow impossibly fatter. He's already eating so much and near constantly, it doesn't seem possible his gluttony could be growing, and he can't be any lazier or more mindless than laying around being fed like a spoiled barn animal - but somehow Stiles manages to surpass their expectations and prove he can always be greedier and always be fatter...

[mydearzero]

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18+ MINORS DNI

🌊 = angst 🧸= fluff 🌶 = smut

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

Gun Show🌶 🌶 🌶

You and Joel haven't seen each other in years. Not since before the pandemic happened. You've become an adult during that time, and Joel can't help but notice. Too bad you're his best friend's daughter.

Come As You Are (Gun Show Part 2) 🌶 🌶 🌶

You and Joel have a run in with a Clicker and he's not amused by the way you handled the situation. Your dad doesn't know what happened, but forces you to fix things between you and Joel. He might just have to teach you a lesson, you'll have to show him you're as tough you think you are.

Prey (Professor!Spencer) 🌶 🌶 🌶

You were determined to stay collected and have your professor make the first move. To make him believe he's the one desperate for you. He's onto you though. He knows what you want, what you need. And he's going to give it to you.

Predator (Professor!Spencer) 🌶 🌶🌶

You apparently have a knack for picking up FBI agents. But if prison has taught Spencer one thing, it's that sharing is not his forté.

Lisztomania 🌶 🌶

Years after joining the BAU, you thought you'd gotten past your little celebrity-like infatuation with Spencer, the whole reason you applied for the BAU. A case involving the murder of several groupies of an up-and-coming indie rock band is bound to prove you wrong.

Livid (mean!Spencer) 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Annoying Spencer, just to see him get mad, was one of your favourite ways to pass time at the BAU. Emily had warned you not too push him too far. You hadn't realised how right she was until Spencer decides he's had enough and takes you down to the basement.

Pretty When You Cry (Sub!Spencer) 🌶🌶🌶

You hear Spencer crying after he'd overheard you joke about him with Derek. You better check in on him, right? Except he's definitely not crying. You find him in a... compromising situation. But he's not crying. You better rectify that.

Hunger 🌶🌶🧸

Penelope has decided enough is enough and throws Spencer a small birthday celebration. Your only duty was to pick up the cake. How could you have known the bakery would give you the wrong one? It's the first time you notice something off about Spencer. He has this look in his eyes you couldn't place, nor shake.

About a Girl 🌊🧸

You could never be like her. You were at peace with that. So why couldn't you shake the jealous, envious feeling whenever you saw Spencer with JJ?

EMILY PRENTISS

RED 🌶🌶

What once was an innocent crush on a coworker quickly turned into a full blown infatuation with your boss. She could reprimand you all she wanted, but did she have to wear red while doing so?

STILES STILINSKI

BRIBES 🌶🌶

You get paired with Stiles to write a paper for Coach's class. But when had Stilinski grown into his awkward features? When had he grown out his buzzcut? Why was he suddenly so insanely fuckable?

IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT THE HAIR 🌶🌶🌶

You were only meant to dye one guy's hair and get out. How'd you get tangled into this mess? The shadows are creeping and taking over his body, while he is slowly taking over yours. NONCON

THE BABYSITTER 🧸🌊 eventual 🌶

You didn’t have any superpowers, nor were you even qualified for the position, yet somehow a mishap between Alexei and Yelena ends up in getting you a new job. Bob-sitter. 

AFTER HOURS 🌶🌶

Clean shaven. That was how you knew Bob. But while you were away on a mission, he'd decided to change up his look. Who knew just a little facial hair was enough to shine a new light on the man and drive you absolutely insane?

UNSTOPPABLE FORCE 🌶🌶🌶 (Omegaverse)

He hadn't had his rut in YEARS. You took suppressants. Some manipulation from Val made sure both those things would change.

Hopefully more to come!

[rectifier-vn]

do the boys have nicknames for the MC?

Yes they do! Thank you for asking anon!

Wren- He isn't one for nicknames usually. He's really formal, but I imagine when he and the MC are together romantically he'd call the MC any variation of "cute". Usually he says it like he's annoyed. Since he is very susceptible to having cuteness aggression. He'd probably always refer to them as his, 'partner, wife, and/or husband.'

Stiles- Stiles like Wren is very formal, he might result to little joking names like, 'winged rapscallion' he tends to use very outdated names. When the MC and him are a couple, he's mostly calling them 'darling and/or dear/dearest.'

Lior- Oh yes, Lior gives everyone nicknames. MC is simply Angel most of the time. And when they are together, its every affectionate nickname you can think of, though Lior likes to call them 'lover' the most.

Greer- Unlike Lior, Greer tends to use nicknames as an insult rather than a sign of affection. The MC is usually referred to just as their name. But when they are together, Greer would think of them as someone who is invaluable, and therefore be known as his 'gem'.

Emile- Not really. Emile would fear being rude by doing so. As someone who was called all manner of mean names in his life, he'd call the MC whatever they'd want to be called. When romantically involved though, Emile would be more comfortable calling them sweet names. No one in particular though, probably just whatever one the MC uses for him.

Glyph- Like Emile, Glyph would prioritize calling the MC what they want to be called. Aniterrans tend to rename themselves if they feel like they don't suit the name they were given. When mated, Glyph would refer to the MC as their mate almost exclusively, hardly ever calling them by their real name.

Percy- Oh yes, Percy's favorite is "Gorgeous or Rectifier" he tends to put MC on a pedestal and feels the need to address them with respect, or shower them with compliments. When they are together, not much really changes. Percy practically manifests being with you by speaking to you as if you are bound to be his significant other from the moment he meets you.

[solsticelosthermind]

I poked through so many wips and hilariously only a couple seem to have the word promise so I’m gonna be obnoxious and post all four

“I’ll kill her,” Stiles promised, low, ferverent, as he wished with all his might Derek would let him look. From the Sterek beauty-and-the-beast-ish wip I’ve had since fucking. 2017. It is over 200k and probably two stories actually in one. I don’t even know how to untangle this. Save me from myself.

Nessa cuts the other girl’s obvious concern off with a quickly smothered giggle. “I’m okay, promise!” This is the Winterhawk I’m playing with right now. It’s OC heavy since it’s outside pov— the girls are collecting proof of Karens Doing Karen Things at the local park via video and oh shit is she yelling at fucking Hawkeye??

“They tried.” Diluc’s smirk is a slow, violent promise. “They failed.” Ohhhh I love this wip. It’s. Uh. The first klk I ever wrote and I dipped halfway through because I was making myself sad and wrote 50k of diluc pining instead which. Was. Not actually any less sad. Anyway it’s exploring how I think Diluc would have developed some kind of addiction or side-effects from using the delusion for so long, and how he was a wreck when he went back to mond, and how Kaeya (and jean!) handle it. (Badly. They all handle it badly)

He hummed, one hand closing around the neck of the bottle to tuck it between his legs as he rearranged himself on the steps, elbows on his knees. “Special occasions only, my love, promise.” I don’t remember what inspired this but it’s titled Jean’s Abortion and is several thousand words of jean going off on a newly returned diluc about how she tried to love Kaeya the way she thought diluc was supposed to love her and how despite all the love she has it wasn’t enough for either of them, could the two of them please get their shit together she has a country to run. Just. How the three of them used to be so close and how it went so wrong and how doing something because you think you should is not always the right thing for you after all.

I have. An. Insane. Amount of sskk wips how is promise not in any of them and how do i rectify this lmfaoooo

The first weekly word for 2025 is...

✨ PROMISE ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! can i ask for some Sterek fics where Stiles is the mom of the pack please 🥺

And thanks ☺️

For sure. And the tag. (if it doesn't work, try opening it in a browser instead of the app)

(50) Shades Of Grey by Whyamialwaysloislane

(1/1 I 1,4`6 I Mature)

Derek is a bad house owner, so to rectify the lumpy milk in the fridge Stiles takes Derek shopping. It. Is. A. Bad. Idea. (Otherwise known as the time Derek discovered Costco)

Feels Like Belonging by nan

(1/1 I 2,513 I Teen)

Stiles isn't sure why all these werewolves think they have access to his bed. The explanation is just. Weird.

The Last Element by AbandonShip

(1/1 I 3,556 I Mature)

In which the pack goes missing and Stiles has to save them before it's too late:

“You okay?” Derek asks, looking into his eyes. The human can feel the werewolf’s warm breath on his neck. He slowly inches away from him, his hands on either side of his head. Stiles nods shyly. It was times like these that he wasn’t sure if he should turned on by Derek manhandling him or not.

Hold me tight by ghost16

(1/1 I 4,417 I Teen)

Packmom Stiles gets kidnapped

On Building an IKEA Den for an Alpha Werewolf. by orphan_account

(2/2 I 13,892 I Mature)

Senior Prom is coming up, and Stiles doesn't have a date. Additionally, Derek has an unfurnished apartment, and no one to take him to IKEA.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 22,322 I Teen)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

The Fire by TrueBlueBetty

(10/20 I 39,054 I Mature)

“Do you think he’ll accept us?” “Who? The alpha’s mate?” “We can still call him Stiles,” Theo whispered, changing into the pajamas Derek had gifted him last Christmas, “I mean, he’s important you know, the bonds are already forming. Can’t you feel it?” The silence was easily filled with Stiles’ snores, Jackson took a minute to feel for the bond that’s already started to link the pack, now that they were together again. “Yeah, it feels like home,” his heart hurt at the realization, “but there’s a blockage too, I can’t tell what it is yet, but who knows what’ll happen,” Jackson’s face hardened a bit as he tried convincing his heart not to get its hopes up. “When are we expected to leave Talia’s pack?” “Whenever the bond is complete, so I’m thinking ten years,”

Onwards and Upwards by KouriArashi

(23/23 I 94,170 I Teen)

A series of one-shot fics that take place at various points in 'The Sum of its Parts'. The pack is coming together

The Hale Pack by Francey_Pants, Missmusiclover573

(31/? I 301,809 I Teen)

Scott and Stiles weren't separated that night in the woods. Both boys were bitten and turned. With both boys struggling with the change, will things turn out differently? Or end in the same amount of pain and suffering?

[realityescapee01]

Werewolf Bride (part 7)

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Steo | Stiles x Theo | a little bit AU | ns fw 18 | some chapters rated | sm ut

Stiles admits he is clumsy. He trips over nothing and slips over nothing. He was trying to rectify that by training to be more fit, running through the woods and then again stumbles and trips...

...trips his way into another world.A werewolf world and more.

Stiles is not a fan of pain and blood -except when it's a byproduct of a good fucking by his werewolf hubby Theo, as he recently discovered -so he wasn't really one looking forward to getting wounded or experience any pain.

So he generally avoids doing things that could cause those, like jumping into a lake, refusing to resurface until he reach a certain point underwater, between drowning and swimming up to the surface, and hope that it is Theo up there.

A few more seconds of submersion, and Stiles thinks it's time to kick himself up to the surface.

Stiles swam up, emerged from the water and shouted

"Theo!!!" in between gasps and waddling about in the water.

"... Stiles?" Theo approached, shifted and highly alert.

"Theo!" Stiles swam towards him on the banks, got pulled up and hugged by Theo with sharp claws and fangs; everything weighing heavy on Stiles were washed away.

This is real. Theo is real. He wasn't going crazy.

"Theo, ohmygod!" Stiles pulled back a little to look at Theo's face.

"Watch out!" Theo pushed him down and lunged forward, tackling head on another werewolf.

Theo caught the other werewolf's fists, kneed him, then spun him around down to the ground. He then growled, crouched and slashed the werewolf's throat off. Theo breathed heavily, slower and slower, trying to calm down from the adrenaline rush. He looked at his hand, blood all over it, dripping; some tiny bits of flesh hanging to it too. He snarled and waved his hand, swatting away the blood and flesh, wiping the remaining on his battle-tattered pants.

Stiles witnessed everything. He just watched Theo kill someone. He was so engulfed in the joy of finally being able to come back that he didn't notice there was a war being fought.

"Stiles!" Theo ran back to him and pulled him towards a cave, all the while avoiding other enemy werewolves, some of which Stiles recognized; Theo's pack members.

"What is going on?!?"

"Stay here." Theo forced him to enter a makeshift room in the cave.

Stiles could peek at the small window from that room. He saw the fighting outside. Theo, fighting some of his pack members. Theo, fighting alongside Peter.

"What the fuck is going on?!?" Stiles bit on his nails. The last time he was here, Peter was the bad guy. And then now, Theo is with Peter.

"Just... what is going on?!?" -Stiles kept watching.

The people he once knew as Theo's friends were now Theo's enemies. And not just normal fighting but fighting with intent to kill. To kill Theo. Stiles was so focused on coming back to Theo that he didn't noticed the lake water is mixed with blood. One portion was red already.

Same on the grounds around the lake. Blood splatters, some severred limbs, and shredded clothes littered about.

Stiles could do nothing but ask "what is happening?".

The attacking party retreated and the bloodshed stopped. For now. Leaving behind corpses of allies and former allies.

Theo calmed down and walked towards Stiles. He knows his mate is hell of confused right now.

"Stiles." -Theo opened the door into the room and sat beside Stiles.

"You know, I thought I was going crazy. I thought I just imagined you. Hallucinated you. That all this is fake. Not true. Just my mind finally losing it. My dad. My friends. They all thought that. Even I thought that." -Stiles was just looking at the floor., holding his neck, where Theo's mate mark is.

"Stiles, I am real."

"Yeah, but Theo... what the hell is going on? The last time I was here, Peter is the bad guy. And now you're working with him."

"Satomi should disappear."

"She's the alpha! Your alpha!"

"She's the bad guy here, Stiles."

"I don't understand!"

"She's the reason my mother died. And many others werewolves."

"Explain to me. Everything."

Theo took a deep breath and began telling Stiles what Peter discovered.

It all stemmed from the 9 herbs and the black wolfsbane.

9 herbs is their miracle cure. And black wolfsbane is their worst of the worst.

And Satomi used those. To climb up to where she is now. Worst, she monopolized the 9 herbs and bred the black wolfsbane, using it against his enemies. Making them sick and with no way of a cure other from her 9 herbs stash.

Villages and other settlements were burned down to monopolize the two.

Theo's mother was poisoned and Peter was left to go out and look for a cure. Perfect way to get the pack all to herself, knowing full well Peter would be out there for a long long time, looking for something that cannot be found.

An absent alpha. An unprotected pack. It was bound to happen, they have to choose a replacement.

It was also the reason that the other pack looming on there border for coming here. Peter convinced them to fight. They were the survivors of villages that were burnt.

"And all these deaths?" -Stiles looked out to the bloodied lake and the corpses being disposed off by Peter's side.

"They were too far gone. They worship Satomi. No changing them. There was no other way." -Theo explained, eyeing the corpses, some, his former pack mates.

"What's your plan then?" -Stiles asked Theo, playing with Theo's hands in his.

"Tomorrow. A challenge."

"Peter and Satomi?"

"Yes."

"Theo... I was so scared that I wouldn't see you ever again."

"I know just the thing to keep your mind off the worries."

Theo had a grin on his face. He looked at Stiles from head to toe, lust overcoming him. It's been too long.

Theo reached for Stiles and started slowly. Caressing and kissing. And sucking on his mate mark on Stiles' neck. Sending Stiles' body on fire and ready to receive him.

"Mmfuck!" -Stiles felt his cock throb in his tented jeans.

Theo smiled to himself, proud to have turned Stiles into a horny mess: grabbing and moaning at him.

They are in the middle of a war. A war that is just on a halt as of the moment. But none of that matters now. Only them.

+++

Morning came and the challenge was approaching closer and closer.

At the big clearing in the preserve, Peter stood in the middle with Satomi, each has their followers surrounding the area. Tensions are high.

Satomi wanted to have a speech first.

"Save it! I've had enough of hearing you talk all these years." -Peter dismissed it. "Let's get this over with."

"Well, then..." -Satomi was the first to launch an attack.

Mid air, they shifted. Taking a slash to each other. Growls and howls filled the in between of exchanging hits. Satomi clearly knows more than Peter, but Peter has other plans.

He didn't just attack physically but mentally as well. Saying, he doesn't really want to be the alpha, he just wanted her 9 herbs distributed and black wolfsbane stash burnt.

Peter was kneeling on the ground. "You know, I wonder where my son is, have you seen him?"

Satomi searched the crowd for Theo. She didn't move but her eyes roamed the area, she didn't wanna panic, Theo was nowhere. She knows this could be a trick. Peter is sneaky like that.

"I'm not falling for it. Theo could be anywhere he wants to be while I get rid of you."

Peter scoffed as he rose back on his feet, walking to a certain direction that Satomi would see a thick black smoke was rising from behind where Peter was standing.

"W-What are you doing?!?" -Satomi was furious.

"We're fighting."

Peter continued fighting her. While Satomi was distracted, thinking if Theo really did find her herbs stash. She got really angry.

Peter noticed how Satomi's fighting dwindled. His little scheme was taking effect.

Satomi might be seasoned and well experienced than Peter, but anger is a double edged sword. And Satomi is losing it.

A mistake followed by another, and another, helped Peter land critical strikes at her. And the last one sent her to the ground, throat slashed. Ending the challenge in Peter's victory.

His allies cheered and Satomi's tried to fled. The allies caught them, fought, and killed the ones who didn't submit.

Peter made his way towards the source of the smoke.

"I take it it's done?" -Theo was standing by a large bonfire, throwing the last dried leaves to it to make a dark smoke.

"Yes. Nice work." -Peter patter Theo's back and Stiles' as well.

They didn't really find the herb stash yet. They just made Satomi think they did. Satomi is wise and all, but making her think that her life's work is gone and sabotage herself did the trick.

Theo took Stiles by the hand and pulled him into a hug.

Later that day, one of Satomi's men broke and revealed the herb stash's location.

Their allies were busy redistributing the cure and making sure there are plenty more growing.

Stiles watched them reorganize the village and form a new pack. Theo took him away into the house, up to his bedroom.

"Oh, I missed this. The cave by the lake isn't exactly home." -Theo jumped, back first, on his bed.

"A bit dusty though." -Stiles coughed a bit from the dusts that flew off.

"Yeah." -Theo laughed and took the blanket off the bed, along with the dusts.

"So, Stiles... when are you going back?"

"W-What?"

"To your world."

"Theo... are you... do you want me to leave?!?"

"No, not that. But, Stiles... you are not from here. I knew that now, when you disappeared."

"I'm not leaving! I'm staying here with you." -Stiles was teary.

"Baby, believe me, I want you too. But..." -Theo's voice broke. "But you will leave. Because that's how it is."

"I don't get you."

"Look at yourself..."

Stiles was confused and angry and hurt. Theo seemed like he is pushing him out. Stiles looked at himself and saw water pooling on his feet.

"When you disappeared, we learned you were a product of the nature imbalance that was happening here because of what Satomi did... and now that Satomi is gone, and the herbs are distributed..."

Stiles saw the water spread more and more. And he felt like he is sinking into it.

"Theo!"

"The lake is fixing it... anything that doesn't belong to where they shouldn't be, will be put back into place." -Theo has tears now down his cheeks as he watched Stiles get torn away from him.

"Theo! I don't want to!" -Stiles waded in the water, he is waist down now. "Theo!"

Theo held his hand. "I don't want to either, but we cannot fight this... but I promise you, I promise, I will find you in another life, Stiles. But until then, please live, to your fullest."

Stiles was neck deep now, holding desperately to Theo's hand. But the water's pull is too strong.

"Theo!!! Theo, please!"

"We will meet again, Stiles." -Theo said as Stiles completely sank.

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Stiles.

He heard from the sound of splashing water.

Stiles.

He's eyes fluttered open slowly. Freeing themselves from the darkness of what seemed to be slumber.

"Mr. Stilinski?"

Stiles was slowly coming off of it. A snap of fingers. And another, he was fully out of it.

"Wh-What happened?" -Stiles touched his forehead, his head aches.

"The session is over. Have you learned or seen something new?"

Stiles looked at the lady. He realized what was happening. He is in a hypnosis therapy. From all the dreams he's having about the same guy. Over and over. Throughout the years. Through the sessions, he figured it was one of his past lives. Through the sessions, he was able to see more. Not just one same dream over and over. He knows the whole story now. He wonders how many lifetimes had passed since then. But in his heart, the feelings were true. For Theo.

"The guy in my dreams. Always in my dreams, he's my... why haven't we seen each other again?"

"It doesn't always happen. Maybe not now, maybe to your next. Or the next. So on and so forth."

Stiles wanted to continue but he is tired. He said his goodbyes to the therapist and headed out.

He kept thinking about Theo. He believes he had stayed and lived in the same city throughout his lifetimes. He cursed Theo for not getting here soon enough.

"Ha, did he get lost or something? Goodlord." -Stiles walked through the park. Looking at the people around him. He wondered how many remembers their past lives? How many met their soulmates again? Did they always do?

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pain on his head. It's not from the session, but from something hitting the back of his head.

"Ouch! Fuck!" -Stiles looked down at what it is. A football. "Who the fuck did-" Stiles snapped his head back up and looked around to find the fucker that hit him... and there he saw, walking towards him.

"T-Theo?!?" -Stiles was shocked to say the least.

"Stiles."

"Theo!!!" -Stiles ran toward him into a hug.

Theo accepted him into his arms, every so tightly.

Theo kissed Stiles. Pulled away, just enough to brush his thumb over a pair of moles on Stiles' neck, where his mate mark was as a werewolf back then.

"I told you, we'd meet again."

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Three Steps to a Good Meal

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/66525508 by iamblufairy Stiles sometimes forgets to eat proper meals and Chris and Peter intend to rectify that. Words: 803, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Has ADHD, basically Stiles is bad at eating regularily and Chris and Peter make sure he does, Pining, Light Dom/sub, if you squint really hard - Freeform Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/66525508

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People will say Scott has "abusive tendencies" then turn around and admit to jumping for joy when Stiles body slammed a wounded Scott, laughing when he pelted Scott with lacrosse balls under the guise of helping him in punishment over Sheriff throwing himself in front of a car because Scott saved Allison from being hit by a car that was barreling toward her, justify Stiles dehumanizing Scott and treating him like a literal dog using what might very well have been Roxy (Scott's dead dog)'s water bowl because Scott got kissed by Lydia, forget about the time Stiles got Scott jumped by older boys again because Sheriff fell over onto a car while Scott was in the same general vicinity and of course ignore that he has mocked Scott's sports dreams because he had asthma, Isaac's child abuse, and Liam's mental illness.

That being said I also hate that scene in season 3a and I wish it never happened and have trouble rectifying it with the character of Scott McCall as well as the fact Melissa is portrayed to be like... ok with it? Despite being a nurse and basically treating Isaac as a foster son. The scene is just badly written and OOC all around (except Isaac who you could argue would absolutely expect to be physically punished and would be insistent that it happen because he was so used to it) and I hate that it's part of the show forever.