#beacon hills fic

[star-girl-05]

Game Night

Stiles Stilinski x reader

“Scott hates me” you whine, laying against the bed. In the beginning you thought it was your imagination. Now though you know it’s not all in your head, Scott hates you.

Today Stiles had a lacrosse game so you being his girlfriend were there. The game went amazing. Stiles ended up scoring the final goal of the game. You were so proud of him, the smile on his face made yours grow. You ran onto the field embracing him in a big hug giving him a kiss on the lips. He laughed against your lips holding you close to him and twirling you around. “Congrats, baby” you mumble against his lips.

He placed another kiss on your lips before telling you that he had to go to the locker room. You nodded watching him head to the locker room with the other players. He gave you a final wave before disappearing from your sight.

After a few minutes you decide to wait by the locker rooms for him. The two of you have plans to go back to his house. While waiting for him that's where you heard it. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop but when you heard your name you couldn’t help but listen.

“Is Stiles coming tonight?” you recognized the voice as Lydia.

“No he’s going with Y/n” you could hear the annoyance in Scott's voice. “This is the third time he’s declined hanging out to spend time with Y/n.”

“What’s wrong with you thats his girlfriend? Don’t tell me you're jealous” you could hear her laugh at the thought but Scott doesn’t.

“Of course I’m not jealous I just don’t like her” you could hear Lydia question why that was. His answer solidified the idea that he hates you. “Stiles can do so much better than her.” You tuned out the rest of their conversation.

You knew Scott didn’t like you but you hoped that over time he would warm up to but he never did. The rest of the group didn’t mind you the girls would invite you out shopping and to sleepovers. It was just Scott that didn't like you and you had no idea what you did. Now you find out it was nothing you did, he just didn’t like you; he thought Stiles could do better. You finally had the answer to the question that had been plaguing your mind for months.

Your problems weren't over though with one question answered, more showed up. Did Stiles know how Scott felt about you? If he knows about how Scott felt about you, would he break up with you? You know how much Stiles loves Scott so the idea that Stiles would break up with you to make Scott happy wasn’t too far-fetched.

You watched as Stiles took off his jersey throwing it in the hamper. He changed into his pajamas before sitting on the bed next to you. “Scott doesn’t hate you” he grabbed your arm pulling you into him. The two of you are cuddled up in bed together, your head on his chest while his hand runs up and down your side. You lean up and place a kiss on his lips. You weren't planning on telling him about what you heard but you did want to gauge if he knew how Scott felt.

“If Scott asked you to break up with me would you” you could tell the question surprised him. He tensed under you. Stiles had just had a big win, his shining moment and you felt you were running it and you were. It was selfish of you to bring this up but you needed to know before it got any worse.

“Where is this coming from?” he chuckled at the sudden question but stopped when he saw the look in your eyes. You were being dead serious. He could see the doubt in your eyes about your answer. It hurt him thinking that you doubted his love towards you. “Of course not baby” the sincerity in his voice made you believe him. The look of complete love in his eyes settled all your doubt.

You lift yourself up off his chest placing a deep kiss on his lips he returned the gesture right away. Pulling you into his lap, his hands on your hips as he deepened the kiss. He started to place kisses on your neck. Sucking dark hickeys into your neck mumbling small ‘I love yous’ against your neck. You whisper ‘I love yous’ back to him.Every last one of your doubts disappeared with every ‘I love you’ and kiss. You're not going to let Scott come between the two of you again. It no longer mattered if Scott liked you because Stiles did he loved you and you love him.

[suchasourwolfie]

@suchasourwolfie: Sterek Recs

I don’t even know if people are still reading Sterek any longer or what state the fandom is in. 

Sterek was my first fandom and an emotional escape during a time in my life I needed one. 

Lately I’ve been reading Dramione (and run the @dramioneden​ blog) and prior to that I fell into Reylo (and run the @areysololife​ blog). So it seemed that it was about time I create a blog to the pairing that pushed me down the fandom rabbit hole. 

[barbswo]

Once upon a time... fairy tales started haunting Beacon Hills.

89k words. Thiam POVs.

A somewhat funny, somewhat awkward, detective-like tale about coming of age, falling in love and figuring your shit out.

Out NOW on ao3.

[whitedahlia13]

That's Where You'll Find Me

Chapter 1: I'm Not Leaving You

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Natalie Martin

Summary: Everything stopped. His breaths. His heart. Time.

There was only the two of them and the immensely powerful connection he felt whenever they were within a hundred square miles of each other.

Three days ago, Stiles saved Lydia’s life.

With the help of their friends, he coordinated a rather masterful plan, risked everything to free her from Eichen House.

Eichen House, where she was held against her will, drugged and shocked into altered planes of consciousness, poked and prodded for information she didn’t know how to access.

For weeks, she was trapped. Inside that place. Inside her mind. Always with the threat of what else might be done to her or to her friends. She endured the heartbreak of foreseeing their deaths, one by one. She experienced the excruciating pain and trauma of trepanation when Gabriel Valack, the madman posing as her doctor, drilled a hole into her skull to amplify her banshee abilities.

The brutal and archaic procedure left her in a volatile, virtually nuclear state of supernatural unrest.

But just when it seemed as though all would be lost, Stiles appeared.

I’m not leaving you here, he said.

He meant it too. It was clear in his unwavering tone and soulful eyes that he was ready and willing to go with her – through Hell and back.

When they were separated, she could still hear him, palms pounding on steel, echoes of his screams – Lydia... Ly-d-ia!!! penetrating thecavernous walls of that awful, century-old prison. He didn’t give up. No matter the obstacles he faced, no matter who nor what interfered, Stiles found his way back to her.

Now, whenever he walks into her room, that moment replays in her mind. Stiles bursting through a pair of industrial doors. Stiles running to her with open arms. Stiles promising, We’re gonna get you out of here.

Every time, she feels the same relief, the same awe, the same surge of love for him. Her sweet, sarcastic, occasionally clumsy, super smart, superhero in plaid.

Keep Reading: ao3 & ffnet

[derpylittlenico]

no, but?

i love a good hurt/comfort stargent/steter/stetopher where my fave Danger DILFs get to patch up Stiles' wounds.

but also.

give me a Stiles who, upon seeing his guy/guys stepping in front of him to shield him, just...

"bold of you to assume I can't climb"

...and proceeds to scramble up and over, like the feral little bastard he is.

[steddilly]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Jason Carver, Jason Carver's Parents Additional Tags: Steve Harrington Whump, Hurt Steve Harrington, Protective Eddie Munson, Vampire Eddie Munson, Werecoyote Steve Harrington, Werecreature Steve Harrington, Werewolf Jim "Chief" Hopper, Hawkins (Stranger Things), Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, POV Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Kidnapped Steve Harrington, Grumpy Jim "Chief" Hopper, Minor Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Alternate Universe - Werecreatures, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent Joyce Byers, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Pre-Relationship Summary:

Eddie thought he was going to have an easy day, but when a group of hunters intrude on his lunch with their pet werecoyote, he calls for backup to save the guy in the form of resident werewolf Chief Hopper. Together they're able to get him away from the hunters and to Hopper's cabin, but what do they do with him now that he's safe?

[snaileer]

Seashells In An Orchard - SNEAK PEEK

Percy Jackson x Teen Wolf Crossover

When they’re talking about how long it’s been since they were around mortals, the pack overhears.

Percy makes a snide comment about Lydia, “Y’know Wise Girl, with those smarts of hers, she might be one of yours,”

Annabeth scowls at him, “As if, Seaweed Brain. Besides, Banshees were always more of Apollo’s thing, branches of the Oracle and all that. Redheads are his preference too if I remember.”

Will turned around to give her a small glare, “Hey, watch it with the badmouthing, just cuz you’re insulting Percy doesn’t mean you get to poke fun at me. Or Rachel.”

“She’s a banshee, Solace. Toneless screeching and telling the future, isn’t that basically all your cabin does?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand music, Annabeth, what with your nose stuck in a book all the time.”

The following insults only devolve into arguing between all of them. Despite knowing they had seen the Gods on Olympus fall into much the same trap… each of them still felt the pull of discord pushing to keep fighting. To keep arguing, to keep-

The dazed and awestruck voice of Stiles quietly breaks through the fighting.

”Holy Hell. There are Gods fighting in your living room, Derek. Literal actual-“

The room fell silent, the (gods?) immediately looked to Stiles like they were daring him to keep going.

“What do you mean, Gods, they’re not-“

“They’re Greek. The Greek gods. I heard them, it was Greek they spoke Greek.” Stiles says, still staring with wide eyes and hanging jaw, eyes flicking across each of their faces.

“And Ancient Latin…It was Ancient Greek and Ancient Latin.” Lydia says in a daze.

“There’s no way-” Peter started.

“Plus she called him Apollo, and he responded to it.” Stiles pointed at Annabeth then at Will.

Percy started laughing, “Look who blundered it this time, Smartypants,” Percy smiled mockingly.

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter what you say, I’d bet ten drachmas that kid is one of yours, Annabeth. He’s got Owl written all over him.” Piper giggled.

The girl in front glared back at her friend, then scanned Stiles up and down, “Not directly, but yes, I believe he is.”

“Can somebody please explain what’s happening?! What are you people talking about?!” Isaac yelled.

All of the -they were gods!- seemed to step into line in front of them, mostly staring at Stiles.

“Well, kid? You have a theory, defend it. You’ve got a choice on how this goes.” Percy said.

Stiles gulped, “I said I think you are the Greek Gods, or at least the embodiment of them. That part I’m not sure on, I haven’t done any research and-“

Annabeth narrowed her eyes in calculation and then barked something out in Greek, cutting over Stiles, “πηγαίνετε μαζί με αυτά που λέει.” Go along with whatever he says.

Percy looked a bit surprised and not happy with whatever she said, Nico and Piper as well. They opened their mouths to protest but she cut them off, “πρέπει να κρατήσουμε τα στρατόπεδα κρυμμένα.” We have to keep the camps hidden.

“This isn’t the only way, Annabeth, my magic could easily erase-“

“No. We came with a goal here and at least one of them is clear sighted. Stiles, is it?”

“Yes?” He hesitated.

“You call us gods but do you know which gods of the pantheon we are? Names have power. So, Stiles, name at least three of us our ancient names.”

Her friends looked confused at her, but went along with it.

“Uh, what!? I just met you! And I’m not even a hundred percent sure I know all of the Greek gods!”

“Consider it a test, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” Her eyes urged him forward.

“Uh huh, uhhhh…. So the Blond Guy in back is Apollo, obviously, I mean really, you chose the last name Solace? Obviously the god of the sun.”

The kid seemed to glow a bit for a second before nodding and looking back to Annabeth. “And I think, I mean- I’m pretty sure that, you’ve got to be Athena, which is why they said Wise Girl, and owls are of course your holy animal,”

She smiled and nodded, “of course. One more.”

Crap. They hadn’t given away anything else, Stiles had been to caught up in his realization that they were gods he hadn’t even tried to connect which ones. Other than Apollo and did Athena say he was related to her?

Stiles looked at each of the people in front of him desperately, till his eyes froze on the sea-green ones in front of him. Sea-green. Sea. Green. Sea. Athena called him Seaweed brain. The smell of the ocean Scott described. A god of the sea who doesn’t like Athena…… Stiles face drained of color,

“Poseidon.”

“Well, what’d’ya know. He actually got it, I definitely would’ve lost a couple drachmas on that one.” Percy-Poseidon!- chuckled a bit and shifted his weight back. “Maybe I should check with Fortuna.”

[raekensarcher]

WIP LINE TAG

Tagged by @wolfboy88 <3 sorry i’m late hahdjf

anyone pls feel free to jump in on this <3

“Does it hurt anymore?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Theo stares down at Gabe’s lifeless body, his hands frozen where they stay hovering over the boy’s legs. The image is haunting, something he knows he’s going to remember for the rest of his life.

Beacon Hills is a hell mouth, a never ending cycle of grief and death. This place will give you a million reasons to stay trapped, unmoving in your own pain, unable to see past the fog it leaves you in.

(Theo Raeken was nine years old when he lost his sister, the one person he ever truly cared about. Her heart, the same one that beats inside of his chest, leaves him as a living reminder of his biggest pain. Theo is nine years old when he learns that his body is not his own and it never would be again.)

Theo Raeken is 19 years old when he stands in the hallway of the Beacon Hills hospital, gunshot wounds in his shoulder and leg, staring down at the lifeless body below him when he starts to realize how much of a joke this town is.

He stands, somehow finding it in himself to tear his eyes away from Gabe’s body, spins around on legs that don’t feel steady enough to hold his weight, walks out of the hospital and doesn’t look back.

[christinesficrecs]

Hello Christine hope youre doing well! I was wondering if you would kindly rec fics where Stiles is a new kid in town who doesnt know any of the supernatural stuff. Kinda like Bella - Ive read isthatbloodonhisshirt fic and the one where the Betas befriend him and hes all??? but i couldnt find any more. Thanks in advance I love love love what you do for this fandom! ✨💕🌈

Hey! You can try this tag and also this one. I confess, I'm not 100% sure which fic you're referring to but here are a few.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 196.1K | Explicit

“I am notBella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I amnotBella! I am, like, aJacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never beensooffended in hislife! “I am not! No way! I am asolidJacob!”

There Are No Wolves in California (Werewolves on the Other Hand...) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella), KioFox | 49K | Mature

“I’m not calming down until you call animal control! I fuckingsawit! There were fuckingwolves!”

“There are no wolves in California, Mr. Daehler,” the principal said, sounding exasperated, like this was the third time she’d said it to him.

“Well clearly thereare!” he shouted back, showing such a lack of respect for the woman, Stiles had to applaud her for her fortitude not to smack him in the face.

“Perhaps you were mistaken,” she said calmly.

“No I wasn’t fuckingmistaken,” Matt insisted, sounding incensed. “No way these were dogs, they weremassive!”

For a second, Stiles felt like the world had slowed considerably as those words wormed their way into his brain. Because—he knew a dog that was massive. Honestly, he’d also brushed away the idea of the dog being a wolfbecausethere were no wolves in California.

But... what if there were?

Holy shit, had Stiles literally spent his lunch break with a fuckingwolfcuddled into his side while hepetit?! Good God, he was lucky to still have all his limbs!

in this twilight (i can't see shit) by Anniely | 39.7K | Mature

About three things Stiles is sure:

First, the people in Beacon Hills are supernaturally gorgeous and he has no idea why he was allowed in. Second, if he hears 'mountain lion' one more time, he's going to do some serious maiming. And third, Derek Hale looks at him like he wants to eat him. And Stiles might just let him.

Wolf Pack: Beacon Original by Beerwolves, fearfrost1211 | 33.1K

When his father landed the Deputy Chief of police position in Beacon Hills, Stiles moved to his new town gladly, embracing the chance of a fresh start. What he didn’t expect was to find himself hopelessly drawn to the gruff Vice President of the local motorcycle gang, the Wolf Pack. Derek Hale, resident bad boy of Beacon Hills, spent his time helping his sister lead the Wolf Pack and working on motorcycles at his family’s automotive garage. Then, one hot summer afternoon a bright-eyed boy walked into his life and turned his world upside down.

[writerjayne]

I forgot to post this here and there 6 chapters already and 6 to go but I'm doing a 12 days of Christmas thing

[primsgirl89]

This was just something that was on my mind when I couldn’t fall back asleep in the morning.

So, a couple years before season 1 Melissa and Noah both drink a little more than they should have. It was one of the rare times they both had a day off and they wanted to spend time together. They did the dirty 😏.

Nine months later, Stiles and Scott have a half sister. Noah and Melissa don’t get together, but they pay equally for their daughter. For now I’m going to name the girl Ava.

As soon as Ava is out in the world, only Stiles can hold her without her crying her lungs out. If Stiles was in her line of sight she was okay, but the moment that he is gone she is a screaming girl. It didn’t take long before Stiles had soon started to care for her whenever he possibly could. The only time he wasn’t with her was when he was at school.

By the time the first season begins Ava would be two. She is practically glued to Stiles’s side and goes to school with him, Scott doesn’t really care and often acts as if she is there unless he is needed by either of them. Ava is an easy girl, very quiet and shy. Her favorite people are Stiles and Lydia so far. She loves her family, but she isn’t as close to them as she is with her stiles. On the first episode, Lydia had taken to have Ava with her for the night to allow Ava Stilinski to have a girls night. So she is luckily isn’t around when Scott is bit.

Derek enters the picture and Ava immediately takes a liking to the Sourwolf. She would even grow to like Peter in the second season, mostly since she thinks he is funny and she would get her many things she wanted.

Ava would be the glue that would hold the pack together through their adventures, but I’m getting too far ahead.

Ava pretty much would be in every adventure that Stiles would deems safe enough for her to be around. If he decides she wouldn’t be safe she would stay behind and be with Lydia, who is now friends with Stiles.

I couldn’t get too far in the daydream before i fell asleep, but if anyone would like to use this for a prompt I would be glad to share it with you as long as people give me credit for this idea.



[star-girl-05]

Were Dating?

Stiles x Reader

His signature blue jeep pulled into your driveway at exactly eight. Surprisingly the brunette was on time for once. As soon as he parks he’s jumping out of the jeep, giving you his dorky smile before opening the passenger side door for you. You just chuckle at his actions. 

You and Stiles have been friends for years though it was only lately that he's been acting somewhat differently. He’s been sweeter to you, more thoughtful, you contribute it to the fact the two of you have been spending more alone time together. Tonight the two of you are going to see a new horror movie that you’ve been dying to see. 

You and Stiles just buttered your popcorn when you bump into Scott and allison. Coincidentally they are going to see the same movie, so you decided to join each other. ‘A double date’ in Stiles' own words. The night went amazing, after the movie the four of you decided to get food. At the end of the night Stiles drives you back to your house. Even going as far as walking you to the door. Just as you're about to say goodnight he kisses you. You freeze when his lips meet yours, completely stunned by the boy's bold move. 

“Uh.. What was that?” You weren't against Stiles kissing you but you wanted to know why he's kissing you out of the blue. 

Stiles tilted his head a blush still coating his cheeks, “It’s a goodnight kiss, can’t I kiss my girlfriend” Now you're really confused. 

“I’m your girlfriend?” 

“Of course you're my girlfriend”, he chuckled thinking you were teasing him. It's only when you ask since when with a completely straight face does he realize you're being serious. “A week in a half, I asked you out two tuesdays ago.”

It took a few seconds to place the day. It was an average day, Stiles was driving you home like he does everyday. Only this time when you pulled up to your house he stops you. “Hey before you go I wanted to ask you something” He was oddly nervous but you didn't think anything about it, giving him a nod of encouragement. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang-out, like just the two of us.” Why he’s so nervous to ask you to hang out you don’t know but you answer right away. 

“Of course, I don’t know why you were so nervous to ask. I could never say no to you.” A huge smile blooms on Stiles face, his dimples fully on show. 

“Thank goodness, I was so nervous that you would say no” you laugh at his reaction, why on earth would you ever say no. 

Now looking back on it’s so obvious that he was asking you on a date. In your defense he never used the word date or the word girlfriend. So it wasn’t totally your fault for not connecting the dots. 

“I didn’t realize you were asking me out” your voice is soft 

“Oh” an awkward silence covers the two of you as both stare at each other. He had no idea how to respond, this whole time he thought you were his girlfriend, but you thought the two of you were only friends. He had no idea how you thought the two of you were friends. He wasn't hiding his affection for you. The two of you would hold hands, and cuddle yet you thought you were friends. He felt like an idiot, he just kissed you when you saw him as just a friend. “Well then goodnight I guess sorry I kissed you let's just forget about it” he tried to laugh off his discomfort, this is not how he thought tonight was going to go. This morning he was dating his longtime crush and now he’s finding out it was all a lie. He just wanted to run away and die of embarrassment. 

Before he could leave you grab his arm pulling him back to you and placing a kiss on his lips. His mind short-circuited, he’s on a rollercoaster. One second he's dating you then you're rejecting him and now you're kissing him. 

“Stiles, do you want to be my Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah I would love too” his smiles huge 

“That's how you ask someone out” you giggle out

“Well when someone takes you on dates and holds your hands that means your dating” the both of you laugh kissing each other once more.

[sapphireginger]

Title: I’ve Been Burned Before - Chapter #8

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Mature

Warning/Tags:

None

Summary:

Amber eyes widen at the sight of flat grasslands as far as the eye can see as well as trees galore. There are no buildings, no cars, and no people. There are no signs at all to indicate that there had ever been anything or anyone here before.

@steter-stackson-bingo​

Card Number: 107

Square: It’s Not You It’s Me

Full AO3 Link

The trip back to Beacon Hills has the two of them on edge, their hands clasped tightly in the center console and their fingers intertwined. Stiles notices magic wards that are surrounding the area as they hit what used to be the town line, but they are easily able to pass through them. He recognizes them as what he calls ‘These are not the droids you’re looking for’ wards. They make anyone that comes near them turn away. The wards are commonly referred to as notice me not. However, Peter and Stiles are granted access and are especially welcomed.

Amber eyes widen at the sight of flat grasslands as far as the eye can see as well as trees galore. There are no buildings, no cars, and no people. There are no signs at all to indicate that there had ever been anything or anyone here before.

They park at what used to be the entrance to the preserve, both apprehensive as they step through the trees and into the forest. The birds greet them with a song. Several deer stop and look at them with wide eyes. Chipmunks and squirrels chitter at the sight of them. Rabbits wiggle their noses and tails as the two mates pass by.

It’s halfway to the Nemeton’s clearing that they pause. In the middle of the path in front of them is an ink black fox with orange splotches that remind Stiles of fire.

“Uh…Hi?” Stiles says.

Peter snorts. “It’s a fox, Gen. What’s it going to do? Say hi back?”

The fox scoffs, affronted. “Hi back.”

This startles both mates who look at the fox with wide eyes. The fox smirks at the two mates and nods for them to follow.

“Who are you?” the spark asks, his tone underlined with power.

“I am Cień. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Guardian Gajos. We have been waiting anxiously for your arrival.”

Peter and Stiles exchange looks of bemusement before following the polychromatic fox. Stiles stretches out his magic and gasps when the fox’s own magic responds in kind. It feels familiar and that’s when it clicks. “You’re mine.”

The fox shoots the spark a grin, all teeth, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Indeed.”

They reach the clearing quicker than expected and Stiles gapes at the now several stories high Nemeton. “Holy shittake mushrooms. She’s beautiful.”

A twinkling laugh echoes and a vine reaches down to caress the spark’s cheek. “You are too kind, little spark. Thank you. I am glad you have come home.”

Stiles freezes and takes a step back. “I’m not staying. This isn’t my home.” His voice is shaky.

“I see,” the Nemeton says. “Are you sure?”

“Yes? No? I don’t know. I wouldn’t call it home anymore.”

“What is home to you, Guardian Gajos?” the fox asks.

Stiles stills and looks at Peter. “Wherever my wolf is.”

Peter smiles softly at his mate. “Well, my home is with you.” He then looks up at the tree. “Yet, this territory was founded by the Hale Dynasty and was once overflowing with generations of Hales. We were known as the Mighty Hale Pack. Hale was once synonymous with power, strength and authority.”

“Hale is still synonymous with all three of those,” Stiles says and wraps his arms around his mate’s waist, resting his chin on the wolf’s shoulder. He places kisses on Peter’s claiming bite to soothe him.

The fox tilts his head watching the spark comfort his mate. “So, the blood, sweat and tears of generations of Hales is ingrained in the very DNA of the earth. Thus, it is home?”

The spark shakes his head. “Home is not a place for me. However, this territory and all the territories that border it, do rightfully belong to my mate but can we claim it even if we wanted to?”

A rumble echoes as the earth shakes. The fox’s eyes glow an emerald green and the Nemeton’s voice takes on a deeper tone. “This land has always been and will always be Hale Land. As the mate of a Hale, it is within your right to hold authority over it as is your right as the Guardian of this Nemeton. All you must do is take it.”

Peter glances at his mate, seeing the indecision in his eyes. The wolf wants to reassure Stiles that no matter what the spark decides, Peter will support him.  Either way, whether they stay or go, the wolf doesn’t truly care, but he can’t find the words to express this.

Stiles sets his jaw and looks up at the sentient tree. “I will take it, on the condition that I am not bound to remain here, the condition that I can travel freely if need be.”

“As you wish, Guardian Gajos. Anything else?”

Stiles glances at Peter and smiles. He doesn’t think twice before nodding and saying, “Yes. Make my mate an alpha.”

Peter gapes, looking at his mate with surprise. “I was a horrible alpha.”

“You were insane and grieving. Plus, you’ll have me to anchor you this time. I fully support you, Alpha,” Stiles purrs with a smile. His body thrums, full of belief in his mate.

The Nemeton’s branch hovers near Peter. “Are you accepting of this mantle, Beta Hale?”

Peter swallows and nods. “I am.”

"Fiat ita. Bíodh sé amhlaidh," the Nemeton's voice rumbles throughout the clearing. It's power and might are evident in the vibrations of its words and aura.

A gust of wind, a clap of thunder and flash of lightning occur and Peter roars as the spark of alphahood floods every fiber of his being. When he looks at his mate, his eyes must be crimson because amethyst eyes flash back in response. He pulls the spark in for a kiss and a feeling of serenity envelopes them.

When they pull back, amber eyes meet ice blue eyes, and they smile with a sigh of relief. Perhaps they are home at last. After all, they have each other. What more could they want or need?

✸ ✧ 🔥 ✧ ✸

Stiles spends the first week they are back reacquainting himself with the land. He sits cross legged in the clearing amidst the trees, maintaining a trance like state as he communes with the goddess, the Nemeton and the Queen Neoma.

Peter doesn’t go far but does begin to look for the perfect place to build their new and their forever home. He retrieves a sketchpad from their SUV on which he begins sketching some ideas. He’s still at it when Stiles emerges from the forest silent and yet calmer than he was when they arrived. He sits next to Peter and looks at the drawings as he lays his head on the wolf’s shoulder.

“Is that what you want our home to look like?” the spark asks.

Peter nods. “Yes. I know it’s not perfect but well it looks as close as I can get it. Why? Do you not like it?”

Stiles smiles, shaking his head and closes his eyes. “Actually, I can picture it.”

“Really?” Peter asks but Stiles only replies with a nod and a soft hum. The hair on Peter’s neck stands up and he slowly turns his head. His jaw drops open at the sight. “Sweetheart?” he says softly.

“Mm?” Stiles hums.

“Are you picturing it right now?”

“Yep. I know we can make it happen.”

Peter snorts. “And by we you mean you. Open your eyes.”

Stiles does and he gapes like a fish, opening and closing his mouth several times. “Holy shiitake mushrooms. By the goddess, I swear that wasn't intentional.”

The wolf chuckles and hauls his mate up off the ground. “It’s perfect.”

“Just like you.”

“More like you,” the wolf purrs.

Stiles quirks a brow and takes a few steps towards the house, turning to face his mate. “What do you say we christen our new home?”

A growl sounds as ice blue eyes flash crimson and amber eyes flash amethyst. The two collide and they do indeed christen their entire home, barely stopping to hydrate for forty eight hours total. At the end those passion filled two days; they collapse in their master bed as the final piece of their new home slots into place.

Both of their chests heave even as they give each other loony grins. Stiles looks around their room, chewing his lip. He feels fingers card through his hair and melts into his mate’s ministrations. “Peter?”

“Hm?”

“I asked the Nemeton for something else.” The spark’s voice is barely audible, and he won’t meet Peter’s searching gaze. “Don’t be mad. Please?”

The wolf uses a finger to lift his mate’s chin and locks their gazes. “What did you ask for?”

Stiles’s eyes shimmer with tears. “Whatever happened is in the past, but the darkness started long before I was born and only got worse. I just wanted to fix something. That’s all.”

Sometimes Peter admires his mate’s heart for the capacity it has to love and other times he can’t understand it at all. Why he should wish for anything good to happen to those who mistreated him is beyond the wolf, but he nods. “Okay. What did you ask for?”

Amber eyes close and he takes a deep breath. “I promised to bind myself to the Nemeton forever if it meant she would give those who are no more, a life in another place where the darkness never came and if she promised me, I could look in on them every now and then to make sure they’re thriving.”

Peter swallows thickly. Binding oneself to a magical sentient tree is serious business and he wants to be angry that his mate didn’t consult him first, but he also knows how hard this is for his mate and how scared Stiles is. He takes a breath to calm down and offers a look of understanding. “She agreed, didn't she?”

“Yes.”

Neither mate says anything for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. Stiles’s nervousness grows the longer Peter stays silent.

Finally, with nothing else coming from the wolf, the spark sits up and pulls on clothes. “I’m just gonna go.”

“Go?” Peter parrots. “Go where?”

“Don’t worry about it. It's me, not you. So, I'll just um...” he trails off, shaking his head. "Don't worry about me."

Before Peter can say it’s his job to worry about his mate, Stiles is gone.

“Fuck,” the wolf mutters.

✸ ✧ 🔥 ✧ ✸

Stiles ignores the rain beginning to pour as he hikes out to the clearing with his arms crossed and tears of frustration falling down his cheeks. He knows he should’ve said something to Peter but—Well actually he has no excuse, and he feels angry at himself. He feels angry at Peter but, mostly, Stiles is angry with himself.

It’s dark by the time he reaches the clearing, and he sinks against the trunk of the tree, shivering now that the rain is pouring in torrents. “S-S-Stupid s-s-s-spark. S-S-Stupid S-St-Stiles,” he spits between chattering teeth.

A branch caresses his cheek, and he hears a soft voice speak. It’s his mother’s voice, which the Nemeton has used to comfort him this past week.

“You are not stupid my little spark. You have a big heart, and you love fiercely. You simply want for them to have the life they should have had and not the nonexistence they received.”

“Yeah, well my mate doesn’t see it that way,” he mutters. “He probably hates me now.”

A tsk sound comes from the Nemeton, as the vine nicks his cheek, and the tone brokers no argument. “That wolf loves you more than he loves himself. He would do anything for you. Do you not feel the concern and love in your bond?”

Stiles reaches for his mate bond and feels the nudge of concern and rush of affection. “I feel it,” he breathes in awe of how unconditional it is.

“Give it a pull, Gajos spréach.”

So, he does and suddenly within minutes he is pinned to the ground by a giant dark gray wolf with red eyes. “Peter,” Stiles breathes. He smiles at the fully shifted wolf that lays flat on top of him and refuses to move.

With a laugh, the Nemeton protects them from the storm while Peter coats his mate in his scent, his worry dissipating. The alpha sends waves of love and reassurance to his mate not wanting to make him feel the need to flee ever again.

By the time the storm ends and the sun peeks out, it’s nearing midnight. Reluctantly Peter allows Stiles enough wiggle room to sit up only to flop over his legs again to keep him in place.

The spark giggles—a manly giggle thank you very much—and cards his fingers through Peter’s wolf coat. “I want to show you.”

The wolf’s ears twitch and then he nods. Lavender tendrils seep into the wolf’s mind. The tendrils cast a purple shadow against the wolf’s gray fur. Stiles’s spark reveals to his mate what the promise to bind himself to the Nemeton gave him.

Peter wolf can’t help the whine he lets out nor the tears that form when he sees them. “Laura? Tally?” he says, watching the two women laughing and racing through the trees.

Then he hears a pair of playful growls and sees Derek and Cora wrestling in their beta forms. To the north Scott and Jackson are swimming in a large infinity pool while Allison and Lydia sunbathe on the side. To the east, the three betas—Erica, Isaac and Boyd—that Derek had turned along with a boy Peter remembers is named Danny are playing sand volleyball. Peter isn’t sure how to feel. So, he looks away in the opposite direction.

A glance to the west, shows something Peter chokes back a sob at. There on a picnic blanket is the spark of his heart. Claudia is smiling as she leans against Noah with a happiness on her face, a lightness to her countenance that he remembers but hasn’t seen since long before she passed.

There are others he doesn’t recognize, and names float to him from Stiles’s consciousness. It’s overwhelming to say the least and as he looks around, he wonders where he and Stiles are.

“They cannot see us, sense us or hear us, my wolf. Even if they could, they would not know us. We can watch over them though. They are happy where they are.”

Peter knows it hurts but it also feels like a balm to the burning pain and begins to dull it. He scents salt in the air and looks to where Stiles is watching his parents. It’s not fair that his mate is so sad, but the scent does spike with happiness every time his parents smile or laugh.

“She’s pregnant.” Peter hears the words in his head, but the words don’t compute. “My mother,” Stiles’s voice is quick to clarify.

“But why?”

“Why not?”

“She has you.”

Stiles’s scent twists with grief but also acceptance. “Not anymore. Did you know that they wanted more kids, but she was too sick? So, it was just me. In the world we’re seeing, we don’t exist. I’m sorry, my wolf. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I can—”

“Don't apologize.” Peter glances at Laura, taking in her smiles and glimmer of mischief as she bounds around her mother. “I needed this just as much as you did. I don’t remember the last time I saw that smile on my niece's face. She had to grow up too fast. I don’t want to think of the family that was and see death anymore.” He rumbles in his chest and pulls away from the sight so he can look at his mate in their own world.

Amber eyes full of uncertainty and insecurity, meet his own.

Peter shifts back, not caring about his nakedness and cups his mate’s face. “As I build the future with you, it is a comfort to know that those in my past will never know the darkness like we do and did.”

“Future with me?” Stiles says a small grin forming on his face.

“No place I’d rather be,” Peter softly sings.

Stiles watches his wolf and blushes when his mate begins to sing the entire song to him.

♫♫♫

Oh, oh, oh   We're a thousand miles from comfort   We have traveled land and sea   But as long as you are with me   There's no place I'd rather be

I would wait forever   Exalted in the scene   As long as I am with you   My heart continues to beat

With every step we take   Kyoto to The Bay   Strolling so casually   We're different and the same   Gave you another name   Switch up the batteries

If you gave me a chance I would take it   It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it   Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me   When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be   No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be   No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be   No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be   Ooh

We set out on a mission   To find our inner peace   Make it everlasting   So nothing's incomplete

It's easy being with you   Sacred simplicity   As long as we're together   There's no place I'd rather be

With every step we take   Kyoto to The Bay   Strolling so casually   We're different and the same   Gave you another name   Switch up the batteries

If you gave me a chance I would take it   It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it   Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me   When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be   No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be   No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be   No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be   When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be, yeah

Be   Ooh   Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be   Yeah-e-yeah-e-yeah-e-yeah-e-yeah, yeah!

If you gave me a chance I would take it   It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it   Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me   When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be   No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be   No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be

No, no, no, no, no, no place I'd rather be   When I am with you there's no place I'd rather be

♫♫♫

With a happy laugh, when his mate finishes, Stiles pulls his wolf in for a kiss that is soft and full of promises for the all the years to come. Peter and Stiles at only thirty and twenty-five respectively have as long as they desire to build the life that they want…together.

[whitedahlia13]

That's Where You'll Find Me

Chapter 2: Whirlwind (You Are in Love)

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Gabriel Valack

A strange thing then happened.

The house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the air. - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Day one was a blur. Things got worse before they got better. Sleep came, but it was disrupted by scheduled doses of antibiotics and applications of the mistletoe ointment that Deaton had prepared for her wound.

Lydia knows her mother was with her. She heard her voice, felt her hands, caught glimpses of her worried eyes and tight-lipped smile between hallucinations and dizzy spells.

There were headaches too. Headaches that would have been unbearable – if not for Stiles.

Her clearest recollections are of him. He was the one she reached for, again and again. He held her through vivid flashbacks that racked her body with tremors. He talked her through bouts of delirium, voice whisper-soft while he washed the sweat from her forehead and left barely-there kisses in its place.

When the worst of it was over, he gave her his shoulder to lean on and his hand to hold. He read to her while rain tapped lightly on the roof and the sky gradually darkened through dewy windowpanes. He stayed all night too.

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[derpylittlenico]

sometimes i endlessly scroll Tumblr or Pinterest when bored, but sometimes i draw maps for fics idefk if i will ever write.

[thebeaconhillhouse]

Klinger would definitely update the Beacon Hill door! Gravitas is one thing, but that’s no reason to overlook pizazz!