His Ink On My Skin

Chapter 10: Down the Rabbit Hole

Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

///Memories///

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

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Stiles rang the doorbell; because there was no way he was going to be able to unlock the door on his own.'

Peter pulled the door open and smirked, "Are you running away from home?" he asked, even as he reached out and retrieved the heavy tomes, and one of his bags.

"If that's an option, I'm moving in", he muttered shuddering all over again.

Amused Peter stepped aside, "You won't say that once you see what's become of my living room", he muttered exasperated at his own research mess.

Stiles walked into the living room, and gaped looking around wildly, "What the hell?" he asked, "Did you get attacked by a wind monster?" he asked as he set his bags down on the kitchen counter.

"I was researching a lot", he huffed, "Needed to erase the after-image of what I imagine was Chris and Derek having sex in a coffee shop of all places", he shuddered shaking his head, "And then a truly awkward conversation between my nephew and I", he stressed the significantly.

"Likewise, I thankfully didn't see anything beyond awkward flirting between dad and Parrish and that my love... was and forever is enough. I've also been essentially kicked out", he paused, "While they do things", he shook his head, already hearing Will Smith's voice in his head go, 'Mama Nooooooooo'.

Stiles shook his head to get rid of any half-formed mental images, and hummed; "So what are you researching?" he asked looking at a printed out page on European dragons.

"I was actually researching your bloodline", he answered.

"My bloodline?" he asked baffled.

"I think your mother was a descendant of dragons", he stated as he walked to a corkboard filled with additional paper cut outs and written words.

"My mother?" he asked, "Descendant of dragons?" he asked, "Dragons? Large reptilian creatures that spit fire—those dragons?" he asked just to clarify if the werewolf had actually lost his mind.

"Yes Stiles", he rolled his eyes, "Those dragons", he huffed shaking his head.

"Well don't shake your head at me, for crying out loud, we're talking about dragons?! My life is not a Games of Thrones TV Special", he retorted irked. "And my mother?" he asked annoyed.

Peter raised both hands in a placating manner, "Just hear me out", he sighed and pulled him to the couch, "Derek told me you were a Spark", he licked his lips and exhaled, "I didn't know", he said weakly.