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Stiles and Derek
The days following the wedding had been a whirlwind. John and Melissa had left the following day to partake in their honeymoon. Turns out when two people work nearly 24/7 they tend to rack up some vacation dates for a year, and so John and Melissa set off for a week away from the supernatural and the beacon of Beacon Hills. Leaving Stiles, Scott, and the rest of the pack to their own devices. Well aside from a warning to Chris and Peter to make sure everything runs smoothly.
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Needless to say, this lead to Derek spending his first night with Stiles in his actual bedroom, instead of outside of the window listening and making sure that Stiles was ok. Stiles of course was nervous, a few days ago he would never have believed that Derek had actual interest, and here Derek “Sourwolf” Hale was laying against the baseboard of his bed staring at Stiles with puppy dog eyes and beaconing him closer.
“How did we get here?” Stiles asked without hesitation.
“Well we walked up your stairs, after eating pizza and watching that strange movie with all the fighting.” Derek replied.
“First off, Sourwolf, I should start calling you smartasswolf. Second, The Avengers is not strange! It’s freaking kick-ass. How could you not love Widow, and don’t even get me started on Banner, I mean total smart scientist bad ass. Come on now!” Stiles snorted.
“Whatever, you say Stiles.” Derek answered.
“I’ll teach you something yet. If it is the last thing I do Sourwolf, you will learn what is good, and you will learn to be a nerd. I’ll turn you into a nerd wolf, yes I will, and then…” Stiles was interrupted.
“Shhh.”
“Don’t interrupt me.” Stiles replied.
“For the love of God Stiles, for once in your life just listen. Stay here and stay quiet.” Derek blurted out in hushed tones and jetted towards the front door of the house.
Outside the House
The figures came from the trees in the back of the Stilinski house cloaked in a veil of darkness and mist. They knew that they had to move quickly, that while they had hidden their scents from the wolves, that in this form they would be heard soon enough. That while they were usually ethereal beings in order to complete their mission this form could be heard, could be seen, and that meant they had to be fast. The figure in the front carried the box, while the other misted figures formed a flanking triangle behind and they moved quickly to the front of the Stilinski house. They placed the box in front of the door, and just as the door was ripped open by the Werewolf, the mist and those cloaked by it, disappeared before anything was seen.
Derek and Stiles
“I’ll teach you something yet. If it is the last thing I do Sourwolf, you will learn what is good, and you will learn to be a nerd. I’ll turn you into a nerd wolf, yes I will, and then…” Stiles was interrupted.
“Shhh.”
Derek heard foot steps coming closer to the Stilinski household, but had smelt nothing. Which created immediate concern, all things human or supernatural had a scent, unless they knew how to manipulate the forces to keep that scent from other creatures, and that was what created concern for Derek.
“Don’t interrupt me.” Stiles replied.
“For the love of God Stiles, for once in your life just listen. Stay here and stay quiet.” Derek blurted out in hushed tones and jetted towards the front door of the house.
The wolf raced down the steps, and reached for the handle of the door, yanking it open to see absolutely nothing. No sounds, no smells, no people or creatures. Just a box sitting on a welcome mat, which seemed to have materialize out of thin air.
“What is it sourwolf?” Stiles questioned.
“I thought I told you to stay upstairs.” Derek replied.
“How long have you known me? When have I ever listened when someone said stay put?” Stiles giggled.
“So what is it, werewolves? Kanima? Evil lightning bug demons? Ohhhh maybe a were-t-rex?!? You think that is a thing? God that’s terrifying, I hope thats not a thing. God could you imagine that sight? Holy god almighty” Stiles began going on.
“Stiles! There isn’t anything out there. And let’s not even talk about the idea of were-dinosaurs. Laura terrified me with Jurassic Park when I was little, were-raptors are not something I want to think about.” Derek shared.
“So then why the hurry?” Stiles questioned.
“Well I heard footsteps, but didn’t smell anything and then when I got here. Nothing.” Derek replied.
“It could have just been someone walking on the street. Maybe your senses are starting to go out the door grandpa!” Stiles mused.
“No smartass, there is something here, like it was waiting for us. But it didn’t just come from thin air. There’s a box. And it’s for you.” Derek said coldly.
“How do you know its for me?” Stiles asked.
“Well besides it ending up on your door, theres a note. It reads: Stilinski Heir, we know what you are and who you are. This will help.” Derek quoted the note.
Stiles began to reach for the box and Derek grabbed his hand.
“You would hear if it was a bomb Derek, or do you need me to call Parrish to make you feel better? I mean it’s late, and you know since Lydia’s birthday they’ve been spending a lot of time together. But if you want me to wake them…” Stiles pled.
“Fine, open the box.” Derek replied with an eye roll. “It smells like you.”
“And what exactly do I smell like Ruby?” Stiles asked.
“Really with werewolf references, and ask me when we aren’t dealing with weird boxes that came from nowhere and I’ll be happy to tell you.” Derek stated with a smirk.
Stiles grabbed the box, and carried it to the couch. Derek close behind. They sat side by side as Derek opened the box reveling an aged and leather bound book adorned by a crescent moon, and celtic knot symbol Stiles could not place. More importantly, a folded piece of paper lay on the book. READ ME FIRST handwritten across the fold, Stiles reached for it, and read:
Young One,
You know of your Fae origins your grandfather made sure to tell you of such things, but there is more that you do not know because it was not his place to say. You are more than you could ever imagine my young Daghda. There is a story you must know regarding your heritage. Your mother, when she first came to Beacon Hills was at a crossroads in her life. She did not wish to rule over a Fae realm like her father had wished so she came here to live her own life. This resulted in her falling in love with your father and creating a bold and daring young man, you Stiles. What is important to know is that your mother in coming here decided to stop relying on just her Fae power, but knew that she had a responsibility to the people of this town. So she became something more Stiles. She decided to take an active part in protecting this town, in fact, she discovered that she had more then just Fae to her - that her Mother, your grandmother was a powerful Witch, and with that your mother, Claudia, tapped into a side her father had never shown her and used that to her advantage.
Stiles stopped reading as he reached the bottom of the first page, he was on the verge of tears. There was so much about his mother he didn’t know, so much that his father probably didn’t know because she was trying to protect them all. And it was with that realization that Stiles realized that Derek had been completely silent, and Stiles looked to Derek who was holding something in his hand. Something that Stiles hadn’t previously seen.
“What is it?” Stiles asked.
“It was underneath the note Stiles. It’s…” Derek choked.
“Are you ok?” Stiles responded.
“Stiles, It’s my mom. It’s a picture of my mom. Why would my mom, be in your box?” Derek questioned.
Stiles reached for the picture, and croaked when he tried to answer. Derek touched his shoulder and looked at Stiles puzzled.
“Derek, it’s because your mother is with mine. Derek, my mom knew Talia.” Stiles whispered.
“How is that possible? How didn’t we know?” Derek began questioning more.
Stiles looked at Derek and handed him the first page of the letter before turning and starting to read the second page, hoping it would explain what they just discovered.
She started to uncover the secrets of her magic. Your mother had never suspected that she wasn’t a full Fae so she had never looked into more before. Once she had found out that her mother was also in the Earthly realm she sought her out. When Claudia was reunited with Calliope she soon discovered much about your family, including the book which lays before you Stiles. This book has been handed down through your grandmother’s side of your family for ages. Your mother was the one who took the book and began a new legacy, when she became attuned to her powers that came from her mother, your mother knew she had a duty to protect the beacon of Beacon Hills. It was in that time she met a young Talia Hale, I believe you are well acquainted with her son Derek, we have been watching you Stiles, and your union had been long awaited because it means you are finally ready to carry on your mother’s legacy. She knew that one day you would follow the same path as her, you see she had visions Stiles, and she knew that one day you would take her place as “the one who runs with wolves”, but she knew you would be more powerful than anyone could ever expect. She knew that you would need this book at the right time, and not a moment before, or everything would have been lost. You and Derek are both part of something much bigger than you could possibly understand.
“Stiles, I still don’t understand. This letter doesn’t explain why my mother is in this box. And what is a daghda?” Derek mumbled.
“No, but this page does. Derek….I…I…” Stiles brain prevented him from creating a coherent sentence. Derek took the cue and grabbed the page that Stiles had been reading and read while Stiles tried to comprehend just what he had found out through this letter.
Many painful minutes passed as Stiles watched Derek reading the letter and learning the same information that Stiles himself had learned moments before. Stiles was studying Derek’s face, with a fear that Derek would leave because of the fact that they are part of some larger supernatural game. But Derek read, and as he read his face remained the same stoic sour-wolf that Stiles had always known. As Derek finished the letter he looked at Stiles, and saw the fear that was plaguing the boys face. He reached for Stile’s and pulled him close, gently kissing him, and murmuring that this changes nothing.
“Derek, my mom, your mom….prophecies….protectors….I feel like I’ve suddenly been sucked into Harry Potter.” Stiles joked.
“Stiles I swear if you give me any Remus jokes, I will rip your throat out with my teeth. And no that is not a new way of saying I’ll give you a hickie.” Derek declared.
“Derek Silas Hale, you surprise me more and more every day. The sourwolf knows Rowling.” Stiles was amused.
“I didn’t tell you my middle name so you could use it against me…” Derek started.
“No, you told me because I’m adorable and Hale-nip!” Stiles smiled.
“Sure. And of course I know Harry Potter, I do read Stiles, I just don’t sit in-front of a box and watch movies all the time like everyone else.” Derek retorted. “You should probably read the last part of your letter. See what else you can learn.”
Your mother continued our legacy Stiles. She took her place as the Invoker of the Moon, she who ran with wolves. The truth is Stiles this is in your blood, it is your legacy, regardless of what else you may be this was always coming for you. We are your ancestors, when your mother passed it was not accident Stiles. The disease you and your father were lead to believe was a compulsion that was created by ancestral magic. Our power called to you, and shielded you until the moment when you would be ready to learn the truth. That day has come, you have found your wolf and you are now ready to assume your own position. All of us, including your mother, we are sorry that we will not be able to be with you in person for we are the past, we are the spectral, from time you may be able to call upon us, but this book is our gift to you. When your mother passed we protected it so that no one else would be able to find it, and we had the power to bring it to you once again. I know this is confusing Stiles, but this book is what can teach you the rest. It has the knowledge of your family within it. You and Derek must protect it with all that you are. Never let it fall into the hands of those who would seek to destroy. You are he who runs with wolves Stiles, you now have the power of your family coursing through you, and this book will now be your guide. Beware Stiles, the nemeton has beaconed once again, and much like your mother you will find all manners of evil coming your way. Be careful my young Daghda.
Bless Be,
Cian
Your family patriarch
“Woah.” Stiles snapped.
“What?” Derek replied.
“There was just so much information…” Stiles started.
As Stiles began to talk the papers which were written caught flame and disintegrated in Stiles and Derek’s hands. The embers of the pages fluttered into a spiral above Stiles as Derek watched. Derek, reached towards Stiles.
“Don’t. I’m ok.” Stiles replied in a trance like state.
Stiles stood up from the couch, and looked directly into the spiral above him. As Stiles watched, Derek took notice of the book lifting out of the book on its own accord and floating in front of Stiles. The book opened releasing more of the embers which came from the letter. Stiles levitated off the ground and was surrounded by the embers. In the next second the embers flew directly into Stiles eyes, he let out a small yelp as he absorbed the embers. Stiles reached forward and took hold of the book, as he was returned to a standing position on the floor.
“Stiles what the fuck just happened.” Derek questioned looking at his boyfriend.
Stiles smiled back at Derek holding his families book in his arms. As he smiled, his eyes flashed.
“Stiles, your eyes they just flashed Violet. What the hell is going on.” Derek demanded.
“Sourwolf, we need to have a long talk. There are things I know, things my family needed to share, I don’t know all, but there is something bad coming. Call Lydia, call the pack, we need them all. NOW.” Stiles urged and promptly blacked out.