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    “Mieczyslaw Stilinski?”

    All eyes instantly turned to Stiles and he felt his stomach drop. They’d taken his dad. They’d actually taken his dad and were here to tell him so.

    “Yeah?” he asked in a small voice, feeling ready to be sick.

    The second he spoke, two of the four regular guards moved through the rows, the lead guard speaking.

    “By order of his Grace Peter Hale, you have been selected to begin your employ under the royal house of Hale.”

    Wait.

    What?

    (SNYE - January 19th - Royalty AU)

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    31 Jan 2025

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    The Not So Beauty to Your Not So Beast
    isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

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    “Mieczyslaw Stilinski?”

    All eyes instantly turned to Stiles and he felt his stomach drop. They’d taken his dad. They’d actually taken his dad and were here to tell him so.

    “Yeah?” he asked in a small voice, feeling ready to be sick.

    The second he spoke, two of the four regular guards moved through the rows, the lead guard speaking.

    “By order of his Grace Peter Hale, you have been selected to begin your employ under the royal house of Hale.”

    Wait.

    What?

    (SNYE - January 19th - Royalty AU)

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    “You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

    And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

    The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

    “You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

    Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

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    30 Jun 2026

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    Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me
    isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

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    “You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

    And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

    The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

    “You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

    Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

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    Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

    “Not too close, he bites.”

    Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

    “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

    The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

    “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

    He looked extremely displeased.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    Waiting
    isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

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    Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

    “Not too close, he bites.”

    Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

    “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

    The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

    “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

    He looked extremely displeased.

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    “Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.

    The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.

    Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

    If that was a fucking bear, Stiles was fucked!

    The line kept ringing and ringing, but Scott didn’t answer. Eventually his voicemail picked up and Stiles very slowly lowered the phone and hung up without looking, eyes still on the dark shape in the trees. He glanced down for only a second to turn on the flashlight function again, then lifted it ever so slowly upwards, and felt his breath freeze in his lungs.

    It was a wolf.

    It was a motherfucking wolf.

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    01 Feb 2025

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    Puzzle Pieces
    isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

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    “Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.

    The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.

    Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

    If that was a fucking bear, Stiles was fucked!

    The line kept ringing and ringing, but Scott didn’t answer. Eventually his voicemail picked up and Stiles very slowly lowered the phone and hung up without looking, eyes still on the dark shape in the trees. He glanced down for only a second to turn on the flashlight function again, then lifted it ever so slowly upwards, and felt his breath freeze in his lungs.

    It was a wolf.

    It was a motherfucking wolf.

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    It’s 6:18 A.M. on a Monday, and Stiles is using his thumbs to shape the fondant butt of a Winnie the Pooh sculpture. It’s the most action he’s seen in a long time.

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    Or the one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

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    27 Jun 2026

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    Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget
    butyoureyessaidyes

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    It’s 6:18 A.M. on a Monday, and Stiles is using his thumbs to shape the fondant butt of a Winnie the Pooh sculpture. It’s the most action he’s seen in a long time.

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    Or the one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).