During the day, Chris could leave his phone at home. It's almost always silent. Allison is dead. Isaac is in France. He doesn't talk to his family. But at night, he can count on texts from the sheriff's son or Peter Hale. For very different reasons.
Peter/Stiles, Chris/Stiles, Deucalion/Stiles 31665+ words
Stiles Stilinski was making his dreams come true. It didn't matter that he was years behind the curve, that he found his calling too late for proper apprenticeship, or that his skills were inconsistent at best; he was a full fledged Druid, officially approved and everything. He even had an assignment, direct from the Council themselves, straight out of the gate! If that meant shacking up with three of the most gorgeous and damaged werewolves currently alive, well... he could think of worse things. At least here he was doing some good, and the fringe benefits weren't too bad either.
Peter traced his hands over the small sketch of a Daisy in the corner of the lined paper. “It appears I have made a new friend.” “Oh.” Chris hummed. Draping himself over Peter's back. His lips brushed Peter's neck and he tilted his head agreeably inviting further exploration.
When young 2/LT Stilinski starts writing Chris after serving with him, both he and Peter have no idea how this will change their lives forever.