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Pre-emptively fixing all the gaping plot holes in the new TW movie.
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Derek rolled his eyes as he palmed the phone out of his pocket. He glanced at his messages, frowning.
Unknown: we have your husband
Unknown: you have 1 hour to meet us or he’s going to start losing body parts
Unknown: 30 minutes Hale
Unknown: guess you don’t like the pretty boy much after all
>: You kidnapped Stiles? Stiles Stilinski-Hale?
Unknown:
>: Good luck with that.
Unknown: What?
>: You grabbed him in China town, right?
Unknown: …
>: Yeah, he took a lot of cold medicine last night… pretty sure that’s worn off by now.
>: Also, Stiles really hates getting kidnapped. Good luck.
Derek waited 10 minutes before his cell rang.
“Hey babe, are you okay?”
“Fuggin unters,” Stiles sniffled, voice thick and stuffy. He hated getting sick.
Derek tried not to laugh at the adorably furious muffled sound. “Did you see Quang, or did they grab you beforehand?”
“’for. ‘m gonna ow.”
“Okay love, see you at home?”
“Ung.”
“If you and the су́чка are done, I have better things to do today,” Alpha Konstantin growled, eyes flashing.
Derek narrowed his eyes at the other man, a retort on his lips when Stiles’ voice came through loudly.
“’isten up, муда́к. I’ll hex your mangy ass t’rough dis ‘one!” of course, his growl was interrupted by a coughing fit that made his Pack wince in sympathy. “Der, ‘owl ‘ease.”
Peter hid a smirk as Derek obligingly growled at the other Alpha, then ended his call.
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Toddler!Erica, Issac and Boyd (magic or something) immediately latch onto Stiles as "Mama!" For some reason (pre relationship maybe?) and Derek just. Can't keep his wolf at bay after that?
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Every year on the night before Allison Argent's birthday, Stiles brings a bouquet of hyacinth and a bottle of whiskey to her grave. It’s a useless gesture, seeing as she’s already dead, but he hasn’t missed a birthday since they were seventeen. Tonight, her bones turn twenty-six. Tonight, something changes in a momentous way and Stiles is deposited into the past. Into Beacon Hills, days before Peter gives Scott the bite. Armed with future knowledge, he sets to righting his wrongs and manipulating the past to keep Allison from dying as a girl. Saving Laura Hale from her violent end throws everything in the air and leaves Stiles with more moving parts than he knows what to do with. The road to redemption is far from smooth – he’s stuck in his sixteen year old body, his ex-boyfriend is an emo kid again, and the barely sane Peter Hale won’t stop taking his shirt off.
Even if it means aligning himself with the very attractive but very dangerous Peter Hale, Stiles is going to save them all.
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Stiles world ended when his pack died. It didn’t exactly come as a surprise. He had been running with wolves for so long that within hunters and monsters it was just a matter of time.
It was a surprise when the world ended too.
And Stiles… Well, he had to do something about that.
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“Time travel,” he said in neutral tone.“Yep,” said Stiles.
“Werewolves,” said John pointing at the Hales.
Peter Hale made his eyes glow blue and smiled at the sheriff. Somehow the fact that one of his arms was scarred from the fire made the image more threatening than it already was.
“Yep,” said Stiles again.
“And you have magical powers,” said John.
“Yep.”
The sheriff looked at the room once more and massaged his head. “I need more coffee.”
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This is really lovely. And intense
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impossible.
“I haven’t even received formal training!” he corrected.
“Yes, because there is such a thing as a formal way to learn magic,” said Peter rolling his eyes. “There are no schools and most sparks never learn what they are. The druids are the closest thing and they train their people in lore and wisdom more than actual magic.”
“Deaton has been giving me the evil eye for not knowing the basics!” insisted Stiles.
“Deaton is a druid. They like order and to keep things in their place. Of course he protests for you not doing exactly the same that everyone else has done for a thousand years. You are good, better than most.”
“I—” Stiles began to say and stopped
Because what was he supposed to say. He was good, he knew that, but most of his knowledge of magic was sparse and he knew that too. He had learned magic to keep his pack alive after all –and for a while there to feed himself— but Stiles was perfectly aware of how little he truly knew of magic.
The people they met when they were traveling…
“Stiles,” interrupted Derek. “The people who taught you are weird. We were fighting a war against hunters, nobody who wanted to help in that was normal.”
Peter scoffed. “Half of the contacts you two gave Talia are giving us nightmares. I’m pretty sure one of them was a Hag.”
“Granny Marian,” nodded Stiles.
“She taught him potions. Or well, parts of it,” said Derek snorting.
Peter froze for a second.
“A two-thousand-year-old Hag, one of those supernatural creatures of which there are maybe a hundred in all the world, taught you potions— Right,” he said and then clutched his head. “You know what? I don’t even want to know. I’m a werewolf! I’m not even supposed to have headaches, but you two somehow manage to give me one every day.”
Stiles watched him go back into the house.
“You think we should tell him about the Djinn or the Sphinx?” asked Stiles.
Derek sighed and bent down to kiss his cheek slow and lovingly. Stiles trembled.
“Stiles, I love you and I’m telling you this knowing I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you, but my life was far more normal before I met you,” he said and then walked into the house.
Stiles stood there too surprised to answer until finally his brain came back alive and ran after him.
“Hey, that’s not fair! I can’t kiss you back, I have baby legs! You are not allowed to be romantic when I can’t reciprocate!” he yelled. “And your entire family died before we met!”
“I said normal, not better!” yelled Derek back.
Stiles stopped. “Okay. That’s fair.”
still…
“Plus, you can always take it as an opportunity to make friends with other packs and in Diagon Alley. Sell my potions, start to make us a name in the community…” began to say, Stiles.
Derek chuckled sadly. “Stop calling it Diagon Alley. That’s not its name.”
“It’s an alley where they sell magic things, of course, it’s Diagon Alley,” corrected Stiles smiling. “It could be helpful to know people from there when we need to start looking into the whole saving the world thing. You could do much good there and—”
“Okay, okay, Stiles,” said Derek holding his hands in defeat. “I will go.”
Stiles smiled back. “It’ll be fine Der. I promise.”
Derek closed his eyes smiling and smelled Stiles’ hair. It was a big step for him, they both knew that, but nothing either of them couldn’t survive. And as Stiles said he could still help meeting someone helpful there or maybe…
Derek just hoped it wouldn’t blow up in their faces.
“By the way, you can’t have sex with women while you are away,” said Stiles suddenly.
Derek’s head wiped up in disbelief. “Stiles, I would never—”
“Mostly because every relationship you have had with a woman has ended with them trying to murder you. So… You know, don’t do it,” said Stiles completely serious.
Derek sighed.
Yes, everything would be fine.
That your potions have saved thousands of people. That with your magic –and luck— nobody in Beacon Hills was hurt…” Derek said. “Relax, Stiles, it won’t take too long. Just a few months for the talks to end and Beacon Hills will go back to normal.”
“Oh, no, no. It’s never going to return to normal. I have fans, Derek!” Stiles shouted. “It’s awful. They follow me everywhere bowing and asking me questions and now that they know I’m here they aren’t going to move because—”
“You are the Messiah,” Derek nodded.
“I’m not the Messiah!” Stiles yelled instantly. Derek simply arched both eyebrows at him. “You are a terrible person.”
Derek smiled. “I know. I learned from the best.”
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“What’s your name, angel?” little Stiles murmured even as his eyes fell closed, quickly losing his battle against sleep.
Stiles smiled. It was a little sad but also heavy with the knowledge that what he was doing was the right thing—heavy with the knowledge he didn’t deserve the moniker bestowed upon him.
“You can call me Mietek.”
Or the one where there's time travel, feels abound, two Stiles in one timeline, and one of them stuck somewhere between the planes of existence. Yet a ghost can still manage to save the day and get the girl. Or the wolf. Manly wolf. Because Peter.
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Omg love love love this
“Because I know him?” he hazarded. Somehow that didn’t make Cora look any less unimpressed. Was that a Hale trait?
“Why.”
Now there wasn’t even punctuation! They were devolving! Or was Peter just a better model? Do their vocabulary grow as they do?
“Grammar,” he blurted, and then winced. Cora didn’t even blink at him. “I, uh. He’s helping me with, ah. Extracurricular activities?”
“You’re not in any club.”
“No?” Cora stared. He swallowed. “No, I’m not. Yet. But he and you are,” he lowered his voice, “in the Moon Club.” With all the capital letters and air quotation marks.
Cora’s eyes immediately narrowed into slits and Stiles recognised with some long-forgotten instinct that he was one moment from getting murdered.
“He told me!” Stiles squeaked. “I have magic and he found out and decided to help me not get killed.” Or something along those lines. Emphasis on not and killed. Stiles was sure if it had been just him and Mietek they would have managed to blow something up. Before the books, now plural, Peter gave him, they had been winging it, sort of. Mietek was a fantastic guide and all but his style was like he had never gone to Hogwarts for it. Not that he had either, but he wasn’t eleven yet. Hmm?
“Do you think I could get a Hogwarts letter?” he wondered aloud.
Cora rolled her eyes at him. She looked so much like Peter like that and it made Stiles feel weird, but at least she didn’t look like she wanted to bury him dead. Progress? And now he had a feeling he had forgotten something this morning. How annoying. That was going to bother him the rest of the day!
“No,” she said, annoyed. Rude. He could totally get in— “Besides, even if that was real, do you really think only Europe had magic schools?”
That gave Stiles a pause. “An American magic school?” he murmured.
Cora nodded, her expression serious. “They can have their boring Merlins and walking suits of armour. Imagine what the Native American tales could have for us.”
Stiles did. Imagine it, that was.
And it was glorious.
“I want to go there,” he whispered fervently. He grabbed Cora by her hands, grin plastered on his face that he couldn’t wipe away no matter what. “Is there one? No, don’t say, probably not, right? Do you want to create one? We can make a school like that! For everyone! Imagine, no chemistry but potions! Astrology! You would ace the Magical Creatures class! Or—or folk tales! You probably know tons already!”
Cora stared at their hands and then at Stiles. She said, “Not for muggles. Not yet.”
Stiles considered it for a moment and nodded. “We need to start small. With a club? I want a club. Be in a club. Not just for you Mooners though. Short name. Like DA but, like, for us. Because we are not an army and we don’t have a Dumbledore, we are something better.” He nodded again and his cheeks hurt. “Then when we are establered, we can turn others! Beacon Hills can be our Hogsmeade! Honeyduke’s. The bakery on the fifth could work? I want some.” He really did.
“Established,” Cora corrected, and then frowned. “What about hunters?”
“Hunters?” Stiles repeated. The bells rang and Cora pulled him with her. He belatedly remembered they were in the same class. She always sat at the back while Stiles avoided the windows. Their paths never crossed.
“They want to curb us. Some want us all gone.”
“Well, uh.” That was something he hadn’t considered. Hunters were a thing? “They might not all be like Death Eaters? Maybe we can ask them to be more like Aurors? With wolves and all with them? Working together. I guess. Really, hunters? They are real?”
Cora hummed, eerily like Peter again. “I want in. I like punching people.”
Stiles blinked. “I don’t doubt that.” Her grip was rather strong. “You can be the leader for that. I’ll handle the magic. For now. I can be mind, you can be… meat?”
The look Cora gave him could have curded milk. “Knack and whack?” Stiles tried again. He would have gone for superheroes, but they weren’t magic. It was false advertisement otherwise. Though she would make a mean Wolverine. Could he be Scarlet Witch?
This time the expression melted into something more neutral. Stiles took that as a win and grinned as they sat down. He didn’t even realise how people gave them weirded out looks and no one else sat beside them.
“Operation Knack and Whack, commence!” he said cheerfully. Someone spluttered behind them.
“Kakaaw,” Cora deadpanned.