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Talia is Not Happy when Peter brings Stiles, a mere mortal, to Haven. Stiles is rude and doesn't care at all that she doesn't like him, at least once he realizes that her opinion won't make Peter turn him away.
"Mortals cannot live in Haven," Talia says again, looking almost as if she wants to stomp her foot. "It is one of our cardinal rules."
"So it is," Peter says, sounding bored. "The thing is, I'm going to turn him."
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The sequel to Of Gods and Men, where Stiles becomes a god.
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- Part 2 of Of Gods and Men
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17 Feb 2026
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Peter has always had his favorites. It's not that he's particularly fond of humans, he's not, but he finds that walking invisible among them at times is much more entertaining than dealing with the squabbling and politics of the other gods. He's always been a solitary creature among them, though his sister always calls him strange for that and says that gods aren't meant to be alone. Maybe that's why she has a horde of children.
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The one where Peter is a god and finds a favorite in Stiles.
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- Part 1 of Of Gods and Men
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17 Feb 2026
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Peter felt blessed and delighted that he was the only person who could be paired up with Stiles for a D/s shoot, because the Nogitsune only submitted to him.
He thinks that's because he's an Alpha and the fox recognizes his authority. That's... not the reason.
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- Part 5 of Phoe's Neckz 'n Throats AUs
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17 Feb 2026
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"Take me away," Stiles breathes when Peter opens his door.
He's soaked through, heavy rain drumming against the stiff line of his shoulders, mud cached up his pants, his arms, teeth-clacking, bone-clinking shivers wracking harshly through him. He feels cracked open, desperate, hollow, and there's a tight, blistering ache in the back of his throat begging him to cry, to spill out all his secrets, his terror, his misery.
"Alpha," he murmurs, crumbling, nearly whisked away by the harsh winds, and Peter's eyes go molten, from ice to lava in a split second, the liquid magma in those irises so entrancing that Stiles, roughly, helplessly, raggedly, repeats what can only be a benediction, "Alpha."
Peter growls, rough and low, and drags him inside, shutting the door behind him a little gentler than he'd expect, but then, Peter is always doing things gentler than he'd expect.
He fucking drowned him gentler than he would've expected, and isn't that just... his life in a nutshell.
[Or: Peter is protective and violent, Stiles is fucked up but surviving, and they elope to canada to see the northern lights.]
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17 Feb 2026
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Tirnanoc. Before things go bad.
“Well,” Philo said, “I can’t fly either. But, I bet we can find a game of our own. One that your mother wouldn’t disapprove of.” The boy looked up at Philo in surprise.
“Really? What is it?” he asked.
“First, we need to find a big, soft snowbank.” He looked at the boy expectantly.
“And then what?” the boy asked, jumping up.
Philo leaned in to whisper, “And then I toss you into it. Does that sound like fun?”
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16 Feb 2026