nemeton

Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles?

"It’s funny. It is. It’s abso-fucking-lutely hilarious because this is the seventh time in a calendar year that Stiles has been on the run from a bloodthirsty monster and the thing that still trips him up—quite literally—is that he still hasn’t gotten any better at running through the woods." An AU where everything he loves gets buried in the dirt, so Stiles rips apart the space-time continuum.

The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.

Stiles stood there, stunned. The other two men in the room, Chris and Peter, stood there, stunned. Stiles’ throat seemed to be closing up, but he forced it open. Breathe, breathe, he told himself. He held up his wrist and watched as the two phrases on his arm slowly faded away. His mouth fell open even wider. He refocused on Chris and Peter, who were also staring at their wrists, watching their phrases disappear. Each man’s eyes were wide, even Peter’s, who wasn’t normally one to be surprised. Well, this was going to be awkward.**** Stetopher soulmate AU in which Stiles, Peter, and Chris only find out they're soulmates when they're alone in a room together for the first time...

''What the hell happened, Stiles?!'' He hisses. Stiles tries not to flinch from his dad's tone, but he fails miserably. ''I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I - I woke up and everything in my room was in flames, even the bed, dad, I - I don't know what is happening.'' As soon as he said it, his dad's face closes off. ''You're telling me that you don't know? You didn't remember? Is it possible that you're - you're poss-'' ''NO! No, no! No! It can't be. It just can't.'' ''But you don't remember Stiles. You don't know what happened.'' His dad remembers him. His eyes are boring into Stiles's. Stiles falters because no, he doesn't remember, he doesn't know what is happening, but the Nogitsune is gone, he saw it happening, he knows it's gone. He can't be possessed any more. ''Dad-'' before he can finish his sentence, his dad lets out a weary sigh. And a sob escapes his dad when he looks at the burning house. ''I - I don't know if I can deal with this son.'' His dad confesses. And - and that's it. Stiles stops doing anything for a moment until a sob escapes him, and he can feel his heart break into a million pieces.

Nearly two years after being possessed by the Nogitsune, Stiles is still trying to get a handle on things. Away at college, he feels more stable; more settled. But at home in Beacon Hills for summer break after his Freshman year at UC Berkeley, he is once again plagued by nightmares. The thing is, Void left behind a thousand years worth of information in Stiles' head. Information that Stiles is slowly realizing can help undo some of the damage that was done to Beacon Hills. Between bodies once again turning up in Beacon Hills and an increasingly close relationship with Derek Hale, Stiles has a lot on his plate. Factor in a talking tree, a sacred duty to the land, and some dead/not-dead drama, and Stiles is about to have one Hale of a summer.

The alpha looked back to the folders and continued to flip through file after file, until finally, he found the one. He studied the photo. The same stunning eyes, slightly turned up nose, perfect, pale, mole kissed skin and the most wicked smirk he had ever seen. His eyes traced over the file further. Father – Sheriff. Mother – Deceased. Address- Beacon Hills. Age-… Fuck. NOW WITH EPILOGUE BONUS CHAPTER ADDED 28.06.23 =====----------------------------------Is fate stronger than history? We are about to find out!

Something was wrong in Beacon Hills. Derek was halfway across the country when he felt a call to return to his hometown, and somehow Stiles had been talked into letting the werewolf stay in his guest bedroom. This could lead to nothing good.

Sometimes growing up is keeping secrets. Sometimes it's keeping secrets from your family, from your friends, from yourself. Stiles fell in love with the Hale family the night of the fire. Years spent on his mother's knee learning to code gave him the foundation to grow his knowledge that he uses to preserve a pack that he hopes to never fall apart. --- *If you are of average reading speed of ~225 words per minute. This fic will take roughly 20 hours to reach the current cliffhanger since it's not finished. (Warning given at 270,000 words.)*Enjoy.

"You trained me too well, and I listened, like you always said, 'Don't only trust your magic, always have a backup plan." He then gives a two-finger salute, the sign he has trained with his pack, and before she can react, two shots are heard in the clearing. Blue blood starts spilling out of her mouth before she coughs and falls to her knees. Her eyes are wide and focused on Stiles. Stiles sits on his haunches in front of her, so he's on eye level with her. "It's pretty stupid that people keep underestimating me. You should've known better-" Lydia screams in the distance, and Stiles knows it's time. *** After the warehouse disaster, Stiles finds himself surrounded by a couple of people he hadn't expected. Like at all. See how Stiles becomes more badass, starts his own pack, and finds love in unexpected places.

“Harry?” John asked in a wavering voice, and Agent Potter turned around to face him slowly, clasping his hands behind his back as the right corner of his lips tilted up, eyes warming noticeably as a soft snort left his nose, and he stood at attention, saluting the Sheriff jokingly.“Hey, John,” he greeted, waving his right hand. “It’s been a while.”

Loud footsteps fall in sync to his rapidly beating heart. Unable to look away, Stiles sees Scott fly out of the house out of the corner of his eye. “This is too dangerous,” Scott urges, saying what Stiles is thinking – trusting Theo with his father’s life is like throwing sticks into the fire hoping they won’t burn. And what if he doesn’t find the nemeton? What if he can’t uphold his side of the deal? “We’ll find another way.” But when? How? What other way is there? Stiles sets his jaw. Theo banks on him moving heaven and hell to protect his father. There’s only one way this conversation can end. “I’ll do it.”

It wouldn't be the first time the pack was tested and it won't be the last either. Even after so many battles. After fighting to bring themselves closer together, stronger and in control their, very existence, their lives are practically a giant supernatural disaster magnet. So here they are again, understanding that no peaceful moment of their lives lasts too long before some psychopath with a vendetta comes to interfere. Why is it always life or death....

After a year and a half of hearing and knowing nothing, Sheriff Stilinski finds his son (Set a year and a half after the end of Season 2, will be going over the plot of Season 3b with some original plot points)

"Snow fell hard on Beacon Hills today. It fell and fell, covering Stiles' body like a blanket that gave no warmth. Left for dead, he laughed, a useless omega left for dead. He wondered how things could have gone from bad to worse in the blink of an eye.His body bled, he could feel it, flowing out of his body from the wounds HE inflicted. He had to fight, he had move, he had to live."

Stiles reaches the last stretch of the first floor and finally hears something. He begins jogging toward the sound, believing he'll finally get some answers, if he finds the one behind this. Naturally, that's when the cloaked figure steps out of nowhere and knocks him flat.

All it takes to complete the ritual is a sacrifice. Stiles doesn't say anything about it to anyone he is leaving behind, doesn't do anything until he's sure Derek is on his way out of town, his loft cleared out and bags long packed. He allows his beaten down body to slide freely into ice cold water and doesn't acknowledge tears streaking down his cheeks at the loss he can taste at the back of his throat. It's not the first time he's doing that—not the first time he's killing himself—and the cold settling into his bones is nothing but a passing thought, the sound of ice cubes hitting each other surprisingly loud to his ears, and then—then he lets go.

No one mentions that Beacon Hills has become a white elephant, the kind of territory you can't give away, but Laura can read between the lines. The people who've stayed here, it's in their blood, one way or another. The only way they could get an alpha was to find someone else buried as deep in the land as they are. Literally, in her case.

This is the beginning of their journey, it starts with their background on how they met and all that fluff then it goes into their journeys escaping the numerous enemies they have. If you confused on anything you might want to go back and read the first parts of the series or just ask in the comments :)

[Set 10 years after the end of Teen Wolf] Benji Carmichael is sweet, kind, trustworthy, loyal.Or, at least, he was, before his life went to hell.Before that fox demon took control of his mind and used him to kill everyone he ever loved. Before a strange man with glowing red eyes and a bald veterinarian saved him.Now Benji finds himself in the care of the young sheriff Stilinski and his fiancé Lydia in the town of Beacon Hills, California, as he works to pick up the pieces of himself the nogitsune left behind. This story is ongoing. I will attempt to post fairly regularly. PLEASE READ THE TAGS HOLY HERA READ THE TAGS! There *will* be some pretty dark stuff as the story goes on!