Magic Fixes What Apologizes Wonât
"Uh huh, and you're an ass. Look, just- don't go killing anyone, okay?"
That is an odd thing for a child to be- and, seriously, from what she can tell- asking an adult. Even odder asking it of Peter who, despite his interest in the macabre, is a fairly gentle soul by all accounts, at least, that she knows of, because he actually seems to be thinking about it.
"I make no promises," he finally says, softly, honestly, and Stiles just gives him a long hard look before sighing and nodding in understanding.
"Well, I guess it isn't fair to ask that of you, really, under the circumstances, so, how about... Don't kill anyone who doesn't deserve it- by my standards, not your own, you fucking psycho."
"Hey, I'm not that bad," Peter sniffs, and Stiles narrows his eyes, "anymore."
[Or: The one where Future Stiles and Future Peter astound everybody.]
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I love it when Stiles is tortured by the past, it always makes everything more angsty. Okay, so this was a pretty good fic, I like the relationship between Peter and Stiles (firstly because mysterious boyfriends, secondly because no one knows how they even know eachother lmao). I will say though, I thought the ending was a little rushed, slightly wished there was more content of Peter or Stiles past-trauma. All in all it was a nice fic, just wished it was a tad more descriptive about the angst.