#stiles x danny

[teenwolfnewpack]

Teen Wolf: New Pack - Plot

It's been 25 years since the fight against the Anuk-Ite and Gerrard. It's been years of peace.

Everyone has moved on and has been living their lives. Some back in Beacon Hills, some not.

Around 10 years ago, the US government was able to get concrete proof of the existence of the supernatural. In a few months, then 32-year-old Agent Mieczysław Stilinski-Māhealani was named Assistant Director of the new Supernatural Affairs Division, SAD, with Headquarters in San Diego.

But now, sad news comes to everyone in the McCall Pack, and what's left of the Beacon Pack(formerly known as the Puppy Pack): Sheriff Noah Stilinski has been diagnosed with stage II pancreatic cancer.

As everyone comes back home, the group of the teenager 9 sons and daughters of the two old packs, plus a new kid in town, will be forced to know each other, and figure out if they can figure out just what the deal is with all these new deaths in Beacon Hills.

[cgsf]

Teen Wolf fanfiction recs — Stiles/Danny

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"How Stiles Stilinski Blocked His Own Shot (To Make-Out)" (T) by salvadore | 7,036 | Danny and Stiles played at marriage as kids, but it didn't end well. Stiles has the chance to make it right. Maybe.

"A Fever Moon" (E) by morphosyntactic | 4,649 | Danny has only ever been human, and he’s pretty sure there’s meant to be some kind of rule, an unwritten moral code of the gay scene: you are not obligated to be every straight boy’s experiment, you should leave them to work through their confusion alone. The thing is, though, Danny is one of just two guys who are out and proud in the whole school. Beacon Hills is a small town.

"The Stilinski Magic" (T) by kim47 | 921 | Stiles kisses Danny. Danny is somewhat confused by this.

"This Is Going To Be A Three 'Dude' Conversation" (M) by Dusk | 1,856 | "Dude," Jackson said, and Danny stopped what he was doing, because when Jackson started sentences with 'dude', he was either about to share something deeply personal or about to try and get them expelled for excessive pussy jokes, and Danny had problems with both of those options.

"Virgin State of Mind" (E) by recrudescence | 3,395 | Stiles needs to get laid or risk becoming the next virgin sacrifice. Fortunately, Danny is an altruistic kind of guy.

"Four Times Danny and Stiles Hooked Up, and One Time They Didn't" (E) by Chash | 1,056 | They're kind of friends at this point--Danny is, according to Stiles, the only other regular human in their group. Allison doesn't count because she's trained in combat, and Lydia apparently has magical immunity or something. So yeah, Stiles thinks this means he and Danny should be BFFs.

"At the Edges" (M) by anonymous | 93,895 | Jackson still won’t meet his eyes. “Do you want to know what’s going on?” he asks, finally, and Danny, even though he has had half a year to decide whether he wants the truth, even though he has been thinking about this since Scott McCall made first line, since that weird night in the club, since the boy he’d been crushing on disappeared, since a fuck-ton of death got shoved into a few short months, since Jackson died but actually didn’t, since Stiles came to school with his face black and blue and Lydia had stood in the middle of a hallway and catcalled at him, and Stiles had laughed—not blushed, not flailed, but laughed—since the whole school turned on its head, Danny has been deciding whether he wants to know.

"Next Thursday" (T) by wldnst | 18,210 | In which Stiles Stilinski has a werewolf for a best friend, a support group for that, hot chocolate with Lydia Martin and Danny Mahealani every Thursday evening, and an extremely anticlimactic coming out experience.

"You Taste Like Glitter" (T) by dizzzylu | 4,247 | There was a time in Danny's life when he'd have sworn he had better things to do than sit in a club and check out the latest guy his ex is trying to hook up with. That is not the case tonight.

"Buoyancy" (M) by ethrosdemonforreal | 14,548 | Danny crushes on people he shouldn’t. He figures everyone does. The awkwardness is universal. He can usually play it cool because he’s had so much practice. Usually he’d turn to Jackson to be mocked out of self-pity. Jackson’s good at reminding Danny to just be human and not set his expectations for himself too high. Yeah, that won’t work here.

"i never conquered, rarely came" (E) by nicheinhischest | 5,893 | “Um,” Stiles’ legs are jittery, bouncing up and down on the toes of his shoes in an effort to curb his nerves. “Did you know if you Google search ‘first time anal sex’ you get forty-nine million results -” Danny closes his eyes. “Stiles, do you ever shut up even a little.” “No,” Stiles says exasperatedly. “I don’t, actually.”

"Blood Pounding in Our Veins" (M) by minusoneday | 41,305 | Stiles figured that Mrs. McCall finding out Scott’s secret would change things, but he’s completely unprepared for the very first thing she does, which is to invite Isaac to move in with her and Scott.

"Pink Lemonade" 🔒 (T) by luulapants | 999 | It wasn’t that he was into Stilinski. Of course not. He’d hardly seen the little bastard since high school, both of them flitting in and out of Beacon Hills at mismatched intervals. It was partly that someone had, apparently, helped Stiles “dress for the occasion” of a gay club: skin-tight black tank top and honest-to-god white leather pants. It should have looked ridiculous. It did! And Danny wasn’t into Stilinski, especially not in that. If anything, it was cultural appropriation.

"Just a social construct" (E) by queerly_it_is | 2,073 | "I really was kidding," Danny says. It'd be more of a put-down if it wasn't said against Stiles' mouth, if his hands weren't on Stiles' hips while Stiles just sort of twitches against the wall he's being pressed into. He mumbles back, "I really wasn't," trying to get Danny to use more tongue. Stiles is maybe already a little addicted to Danny's tongue. It's a problem.

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I will add more as I find them.

[sapphireginger]

Don’t Go Earth-Quaking My Heart

AO3 Link

Summary:

Stiles huffed and crossed his arms, his lips forming an adorable pout. “I’m a grown man and I can do what I want. I don’t need a babysitter.” If it wouldn’t totally invalidate his point, Stiles would have stomped his foot.

It was just after ten pm when Stiles sat back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. He took off his glasses and sighed. He’d been at this for hours and still had a lot to do. After checking the time, he figured another hour or two couldn’t hurt and quickly dove back in.

Two hours later, Stiles was still typing away on his computer, but had to take a break to get rehydrated and find something to quell the rumbling in this stomach. He got up to get a drink and fix himself a sandwich.

Suddenly, a siren blared loudly and the ground began to shake. Stiles took up a place in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Than he ducked under the dining room table just off the kitchen. From his hiding place, Stiles could just barely see his desk in the office on the other side of the living room.

As the earthquake intensified, his computer started to slide towards the edge of the table. He began to panic at the thought of losing all of his hard work. He knew it was stupid and that computers could be replaced but the panic building inside him couldn’t be reasoned with. Right as his laptop started to fall off the edge, he scrambled out from under the table and ran over to catch it.

A crack formed on the ceiling, startling him and a piece of plaster fell. The debris collided with the back of Stiles’s head. He was immediately knocked unconscious, his computer clutched tightly to his chest.

💻 ⟡ 🌋 🤍 🌋 ⟡ 💻

When he woke up in the hospital, Danny was sitting by his bed, a laptop–a laptop that looked like Stiles’s laptop–balanced in his lap. The tech wizard’s fingers were flying across the keyboard in a blur. When he noticed Stiles had woken up, he glared at him despite the relief in his eyes. “You stupid idiot,” he snapped.

Stiles blinked his Bambi eyes wide and pouted, his brow furrowing.

Danny huffed and rolled his eyes. “Remember when I showed you how to upload your works to the cloud?”

Stiles nodded, his throat scratchy. “Yeah.”

Danny set the computer aside and helped Stiles drink some water. Once he had set the cup aside, the tech whiz turned the computer to face the injured man and gestured to the list of files. “These are all of your files and documents.”

Stiles’s eyes widened and then he noticed the computer was a brand new version of his old one. “Wha–”

The tech guy sighed and closed the computer, setting it on the hospital table. He crossed his arms. “You’re an idiot. You could have died. And for what? A computer of all things! You ridiculous imbecile. No self preservation at all. A computer is replaceable. You. Are. Not.”

Stiles huffed softly, warmth pooling in his chest and he smiled at the other man. “Th’nk y’u,” he slurred as the pain meds kicked in and offered another smile this one more fond. “You love me and wouldn’t change me for the world.” Then he passed out.

Danny took Stiles’s hand and laced their fingers together before leaning forward and placing a kiss on the unconscious man’s forehead. He rested his forehead against Stiles’s own and sighed, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “It’s anyone’s guess why, but I do love you, Bambi.”

Stiles had to remain under observation for at least a week and Danny didn’t let him have access to his computer at all. Technically Stiles wasn’t supposed to watch TV or stare at any screens until the concussion was sorted out. So, Danny read to him, sang to him, played board games with him and just relaxed in silence with him.

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Once they finally released him with strict instructions to take it easy and relax as well as scheduling a checkup in a couple weeks, Stiles found himself in a taxi with Danny.

Neither spoke until the taxi stopped and Stiles frowned in confusion. “Danny? Where are we?”

Danny smirked and hopped out to go around and open Stiles’s door. “My place of course. I wasn’t going to leave you homeless and your place is a hazard zone. Not to mention that from now on I intend to keep an eye on your computer time and of course keep an eye on you.”

Stiles huffed and crossed his arms, his lips forming an adorable pout. “I’m a grown man and I can do what I want. I don’t need a babysitter.” If it wouldn’t totally invalidate his point, Stiles would have stomped his foot.

His friend ignored him and led him inside. It wasn’t until they got everything put away and Danny gestured for Stiles to join him on the couch that either of them spoke. Once the amber eyed man was seated, Danny took a deep breath and said, “I was so scared, Bambi. I got the call and I—” He choked back a sob. “I thought I had lost you.”

It was then that Stiles realized just how upset and hurt his friend was. He and Danny had always been close. They were the ones who supported each other when they both came out as gay their sophomore year of high school. They’d been inseparable since preschool.

“I-I’m sorry, Danny. I didn’t know that—I didn’t mean to make—I’m so sorry. Please forgive me?”

Danny shook his head and snagged Stiles’s hand. He gently rubbed small circles on the back of Stiles’s hand with his thumb. “I know. It’s okay. I just need you nearby. Okay?”

Stiles swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” he whispered.

“Hey, Stiles?”

“Yeah?”

Danny looked up at Stiles and met his gaze as he gently kissed the amber eyed man’s hand. “I love you, Bambi.”

Stiles’s breath hitched. “Oh, Danny. Fuck I love you too! I know I was high on painkillers but I meant it!”

The two guys chuckled and then stilled, searching each other’s faces for any hesitation or doubt. When neither found any, they leaned closer and pressed their lips together. Stiles hummed softly and threaded his fingers through the hair at the base of Danny’s neck. Danny melted into the kiss, cupped Stiles’s jaw with one hand and gripped Stiles’s hip with the other.

When they pulled apart, Danny smiled and nipped Stiles’s lip. “You know what this means right?”

“No. What?”

Danny rubbed their noses together and smirked. “Don’t you dare go earth-quaking my heart.”

Stiles’s eyes widened and then he burst out laughing, Danny joining him quickly after. They laughed until they cried and then curled up together to just be.

Then, a few minutes later, just as they were drifting off, Stiles whispered softly in Danny’s ear, “I promise I’ll never break your heart.”

Danny smiled and kissed Stiles’s forehead. “Good, cause I’ll never break yours either.”

“Love you, Koʻu aloha.”

“And I love you, Ko'u Puuwai.”

[nyra-42]

Just me . . . reopening tumblr for the third time in the last 30 minutes checking to see if anyone posted anything new since I checked 5 minutes ago.

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Stiles: I just know it's gotta be big.

Danny: Are you still trying to calculate how big Derek's dick is from his pictures?

Stiles: Don't tell me you don't wanna know!

Danny: He'll hear you.

Stiles: Just cause he's a werewolf doesn't mean he can hear everything.

Danny (leaving): He's been hiding in your closet for the last 30 minutes.

[rocketboots564]

So like, I just finished the black light party episode of s3 and…

Stiles 100% needs to kiss a dude.

Like buddy… are you kidding me?

Not to mentions these scenes

Stiles, I know you have a crush on Lydia, but really man?

Your closet is made of glass and has neon signs that say “Bi Boy Inside: do not tap the glass”

GET OUT

If anyone has some fics dedicated to Stiles finding out he’s bisexual I NEED them. No joke.

[darling-winnie]

If my ship isn't endgame in the fic I. DON'T. WANT IT. What's the point?!

[rowinablx]

Stiles: Come on guys I wasn't that drunk last night

Danny: You flirted with Derek

Stiles: So what? He's my fiancé

Scott: You asked him if he was single

Stiles:...

Jackson: You cried when he said he was engaged

[gwendolynnderolo]

teen wolf memes part 28: i have problems

branching out slightly with the ships on this one is everyone proud of me

shout out once again to my bestie @burnthatbridgewhenwecometoit

teen wolf memes part 28

[astermagnolia]

DP X DC X TEEN WOLF

I LOVED TEEN WOLF I REMEMBERED THEIR FICS

(Also this just ideas im throwing out there, I'm not planning on writing a fic or anything.)

And it doesn't have to be one-to-one. It could be a mix of a/b/o au pack stuff, too, since in Teen Wolf, omegas were wolves without a pack.

Batfam are a pack and they come across Danny, a Pup without a pack, and they want to add in him but he's weary of them.

There could be a violent pack out there maybe who knows. Similar shenanigans to the show

Maybe Jason could be a Banshee, Tim a chimera, and Cass a kitsune. I'm just throwing stuff out there

I just remembered that Cass is Chinese and kitsunes are Japanese, I'm so sorry i just got excited😭. But Cass could be a Chinese creature instead but I don't much about Chinese mythology

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Sciles | Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf) + “Grief”

Requested by @joanthangroff (TW mention of suicide attempt)

It was a long ride back from the motel. At least, it felt longer. Stiles' gaze burning holes in the side of his face wasn't making it go any faster, either. Scott could see his bouncing leg, hear his racing heart and smell the anxiety radiating off of him. Even if he were oblivious to all of that, he would still know something was wrong with him.

"Stiles," he said wearily, looking at him properly for the first time since Coach snatched his whistle back off of Lydia and told them to sit down. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. All good."

The way he glanced at him said otherwise. Scott raised his eyebrows pointedly and the leg bouncing stopped. Stiles ran a hand over his thigh and nodded jerkily as if reiterating that he was fine.

"Look, we're gonna figure this out, okay?" Scott assured him as best he could. "From what Ethan said, there's a good chance that Derek is alive. Once we get back to Beacon Hills, we can find him, and we can make a better plan. No one else is going to get hurt."

He just managed to bite back a promise. He knew he couldn't. He only hoped that it was the truth.

But Stiles stared at him like he could see right through him, his eyes narrowing. He parted his lips like he was going to retort, as he usually would, but instead, he just shook his head and turned to face the back of the seat in front of him. As he ran a hand over his face, Scott frowned.

"You're angry," he blurted out.

Stiles shook his head again and sighed. "No. No, Scotty, I'm not angry." His heart skipped but he acted like Scott couldn't hear it. "I'm just... I'm tired. Last night was..."

"I know," Scott said softly. His own heart skipped. "But the darach's not going to catch us by surprise like that again."

Stiles nodded, but he didn't say anything else. In fact, he didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride. Scott wanted to, but something stopped him. He took to staring out the window and letting his eyes unfocus as he repeated his plan to find Derek in his mind the whole way home.

*

The bus dropped them off at the school. Stiles insisted on driving Scott home, even though he had his bike. He didn't put up a fight - he just wanted to go home and see his mom before he did anything else. That phone call back at the motel had felt too real. He just needed to see her.

Of course, she was at work. Scott sighed when he found the note on the fridge, but he told himself not to overthink it. She was fine.

"Alright, well, I think we should go to Derek's loft first," he said, turning to Stiles who was lingering by the back door, his arms folded. "He'd most likely have gone back there to try and heal."

He frowned.

"Although, if the alpha pack are looking for him, that might be too obvious. Maybe we should try the animal clinic first. He could've gone to Deaton, right?"

He waited for Stiles to agree with him or suggest something he hadn't thought of because right then, all Scott had was a handful of guesses and maybes.

But Stiles didn't chime in. He shrugged when he realized Scott was looking at him.

"Stiles, are you sure you're okay?" he asked gently.

Stiles dragged a hand over his face and sighed again, his tongue in his cheek, and he could smell the irritation on him, just like when they were on the bus.

"You know what? No," he snapped, throwing his hand up. "No, Scott, I'm not okay, and, quite frankly, neither are you, and I don't get why we're just pretending that last night never happened. Because it did."

"Do you mean..." Scott couldn't quite get the words out, his throat closing up around them and forcing them back down. He shifted his feet, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. "The wolfsbane?"

"Yeah, I'm talking about the wolfsbane," Stiles said, his voice thick with emotion he was failing to contain. "More specifically, what the wolfsbane did to you, Scott."

Scott shook his head, his eyebrows drawing together as he tried to ignore the sick feeling weighing down on him. "It was just... you saw what it did to all of us. Ethan-"

"Tried to saw himself open, yeah," Stiles cut him off. "Probably something to do with his freakish ability to combine into one even more freakish mutation with Aiden. Isaac - he was hiding under his bed. Boyd and Lydia were hearing things. But you, Scott..."

He took a step toward him, and Scott watched his feet, observing every little detail of his shoes and the kitchen floor.

"Scott, you tried to kill yourself."

"It was just..."

"No. No, Scott, the wolfsbane brought out all of your biggest fears and just - just heightened your true emotions. Boyd's guilt about his sister, Isaac's fear of his dad, Lydia always being the one to find dead bodies. It wasn't the wolfsbane talking when you did that. Was it?"

Scott knew he had to give him an answer. He just didn't think either of them really wanted to hear it. The truth hung in the air between them, as suffocating as the gasoline that still clung to Scott's senses.

"It doesn't matter," he said quietly, then looked up to meet Stiles' disbelieving stare. "We need to find Derek. We can't waste any more time, we need-"

"Scott, stop! Can you even - you nearly died! Twice!"

"But I didn't-"

"Because someone stopped you! Allison literally had to sew you back together because you felt so guilty about Derek being dead that you were going to let yourself die, too! Scott, I had to talk you out of setting yourself on fire, how can you not - how do you not see how messed up that is?!"

"Stiles, I'm sorry about last night, okay? I shouldn't have... I should've fought the wolfsbane, or..."

Stiles just stared back at him, shaking his head incredulously. Finally, in a much softer voice, he said, "Scott, I don't want you to be sorry that I had to save you. I just... I just wanna know that you don't actually believe what you said last night."

It was a simple request. It would take just two words. And yet...

Scott opened his mouth. Then he shook his head and closed it again, looking away with a piercing pain where his healed wound was just yesterday.

"You have to admit that a lot of what we've gone through wouldn't have happened if I hadn't..."

"Hadn't what?" He looked back up to see the reason for the quiver in Stiles' voice; tears shone in his wide eyes. "Hadn't survived being bitten by Peter? That's what you meant, wasn't it?"

He tilted his head but he didn't get a chance to deny or confirm. Stiles already knew. He looked like he might crumble into a million pieces.

"Scott," he said, his voice cracking as he moved closer. "I don't care what's happened to us. I don't care about the murderous werewolves or - or the hunters, or any of the crazy supernatural things that keep happening around us, alright? Because we've survived it, but what I wouldn't have survived was losing my best friend."

Scott bit his tongue, his eyes stinging. Part of him wanted to point out all the bad things - the numerous times he's put his life in danger, the people who haven't survived the craziness of their world, and everything else.

Then Stiles really did crumble. "Scott, I meant what I said last night. And I can't lose you. I can't - you and my dad, you're all... you're all I've got, and I can't - Scotty, I can't lose you as well. I need you. And I know how selfish that is, but it's true. So, if you need a reason to - to believe that you should be alive, then there it is. Me, Scott. Make me your reason if you have to, or your mom, or even Allison, because I promise you that none of us would be better off if you weren't here."

"You'd be safe, at least."

He didn't mean to say it. It just slipped out.

"You don't know that," Stiles countered, then he shrugged. "And even if that was true - I don't care. Scott, I'd rather be in danger every day of my life from some supernatural threat than live without you."

He didn't know what to say to that. All he could do was surge forward and hug him. Stiles immediately wrapped his arms tight around him, as if he never intended to let go.

"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly into his shoulder.

"Just make me a promise, Scotty. Alright? Promise that you'll talk to me, so that, when you start blaming yourself for every bad thing that's ever happened, I can tell you what an idiot you are."

Scott chuckled and nodded. "I promise." Then, he softly added: "I mean it."

Stiles tightened his arms just a little more. Both of them savoured the feeling of the other against them. Solid. Real. Alive. Safe. For a moment, they were as physically intertwined as they were in every other way.

Scott knew they should look for Derek. They should come up with a plan to stop the darach. But he wasn't ready to let go of the first real feeling of comfort he'd felt in a while.

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Ship: Round 1

[sapphireginger]

Title: A Boy’s Summer Love

Pairings: Stanny (Stiles Stilinski + Danny Mahealani)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 9,287

AO3 Link

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Homophobic Language & Slurs Brief Mention of Being Attacked for Sexuality Cheating (Not Between Main Pairing) Suicidal Thoughts

Square Filled: Arranged Marriage

Written For: @anyfandomangstbingo

Summary:

Danny isn’t ready to get married. He had plans for his life. He was going to graduate and move to the capital city and become a teacher. He was going to fall in love, but it doesn’t seem like that option is available to him now if it ever was to begin with.

School is almost out for the summer and Danny is thrilled. He has so many plans for how to spend the break. Some of his schoolmates are going to take a trip to the lake up the road a ways and he can't wait. Of course, there's other things he has to do that he isn't looking forward to. Things like the Martin and Whittemore gatherings they hold before the weather gets too hot.

Miss Lydia Martin doesn't want her gathering to be full of sweating people. So, it'll be held at the end of May. Mr. Jackson Whittemore used to be Danny's closest friend, but things change as people get older and as certain expectations are placed upon them.

He received top marks in his class his first and second years of university and is now on his way home. Danny is an only child in a very conservative and traditional family. Rarely if ever has he lived up to the expectations his parents have for him. He can't help it though that he just doesn't want to live in their world, especially when that world has no place for someone like him.

As the house comes into view, he takes a deep steadying breath to calm himself. The carriage comes to a stop and the coachman opens his door. Danny steels himself for what's to come and steps out nodding at the servants who greet him.

"Welcome home, Master Mahealani."

Danny nods and gives the servant—a girl around twelve years old with dirty blonde hair and green eyes—a friendly smile. "Thank you, Miss Emily. Where are mother and father?"

"In the parlor, sir," she replies as she leads him that way and opens the door.

He swallows thickly as he enters and his mother smiles at him. "Welcome home dear boy."

"You are late. You said you would arrive at half past one and it is now half past three," his father grouses.

Danny clears his throat and takes a seat. "My apologies father. I was delayed."

Orion Mahealani is a stern man and demands utmost respect from everyone in regard to his station. "You are often delayed it seems." He takes a puff of his cigar and scoffs. "No matter. Go clean up for dinner. We're having guests."

"Oh? Is it the Whittemores or the Martins, father?" he asks as he rises from his seat.

"Neither," his mother replies. "We will be entertaining Mr. and Mrs. Brent as well as their daughter Willa Mae."

Orion sends his wife a look and she goes back to sewing with a frown on her face.

Sylvia Mahealani is a quiet woman with a serious countenance and often says very little when in the presence of anyone not family. She is always subservient to Orion which she has always told Danny is what is expected of a woman.

Danny nods and makes his way to the door. "I will be downstairs shortly then."

"Best not be delayed again. I won't have our guests be privy to the disrespect you show me by making them wait on you."

"Understood, father."

As he heads upstairs Danny feels his gut churning. It doesn't matter what he does, how hard he tries or what he says, he will never be anything other than a disappointment to his father.

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When the clock chimes to signal the time as half past six, Danny leaves his room and makes his way downstairs. His parents have moved to a sitting room and have been joined by a man, a woman—obviously the Brents—and then a young woman around his own age.

"Ah. Here he is now," Sylvia says, gesturing to her son. "This is my son Daniel. Daniel this is Mr. Levi Brent, Mrs. Hanna Brent and their daughter Willa Mae Brent."

Danny offers his best smile and then offers his hand, placing a kiss to the back of each woman's hand and then firmly shakes the man's hand. "Pleasure to meet you. Welcome to our home."

Once they are all seated at the dining table and the servants begin to serve the meal, he gets a sinking feeling in his gut. Something is going on and he seems to be the only one not apprised of the situation.

Then Mrs. Brent speaks just as he's taking a drink. "I think August is the perfect time of year for a wedding. Seems the colors will match my sweet Willa Mae's auburn hair perfectly."

Danny nearly chokes on his water and quickly covers his mouth with a napkin to stifle his coughing fit.

"Are you all right dear?" his mother asks.

Danny nods and glances at Willa Mae. "Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. My best wishes to you and your intended. Who is the lucky gentleman?"

The girl tilts her head and smiles coyly. "Same to you sugar."

Danny freezes. "I'm not getting married."

Orion smirks at his son and nods. "Yes, you are Daniel. It is time for you to settle down and Willa Mae is a fine young woman. You couldn't do any better."

"Father I–" he snaps his mouth shut at the icy look he gets. "Yes sir."

Apparently, everything has already been arranged and they will be getting married the second week of August. He listens in a sort of detached state as the details of his wedding to Willa Mae are discussed at length. It's hard for him to breathe.

Danny isn't ready to get married. He had plans for his life. He was going to graduate and move to the capital city and become a teacher. He was going to fall in love, but it doesn't seem like that option is available to him now if it ever was to begin with.

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Still after dinner is finished and the Brents have left, he approaches his father's study to speak with him. "Father, I mean no disrespect, but I am not ready for marriage. I want to finish school and I want to fall in love. I want to–"

A loud smack startles the servant boy who averts wide blue eyes from the situation. He had been shelving the books and sets about finishing the task as quickly as possible.

Orion backhands his son once more and glares at him. "All you do is disrespect me and your mother. You are ungrateful. Here we offer you a beautiful young woman as a wife and you act like it is a chore or a burden to marry her. As for love, you will learn to love her. This is happening Daniel. So, you had better accept it and learn to live with it. You won't be returning to university. You will be joining me in town meetings to learn your place for when you take over for me."

His cheeks are burning with the pain of his father's abuse, but he holds back his tears and bites his tongue. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy. This is for your own good son. We as your parents know what is best for you. One day when you have children of your own, you will understand. Though I hope they will learn respect. However, considering they will be yours I highly doubt that is something they will inherit. Perhaps Miss Willa Mae will be able to guide them in such things."

That thought makes Danny feel even more nauseous. He can't even imagine having children because he'd have to sleep with Willa Mae and he– "Goodnight father."

The conversation at dinner echoes in his mind. Neither his parents nor Willa Mae's parents see anything wrong with this arrangement and the young woman herself is excited. She kept going on about Danny's physique and his tan skin and—He grips the banister, unable to continue up the stairs. Instead, he turns towards the kitchens where he knows he can easily slip out the side door. He just has to get out of there just to breathe for five minutes.

✨☀️•💛•☀️✨

It's nearing sunset when Danny finally finds a place to go. He carefully climbs up to the top of a waterfall near the lake and lies on his back taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart before the fear overwhelms him. When he can finally breathe again and the world no longer feels like it's spinning, he opens his eyes and admires the pastel streaks of color across the sky.

Mere minutes later, he hears a muffled curse as someone flings their body up onto the ledge. Time freezes as Danny comes face to face with the most gorgeous man he's ever seen. The amber eyes wide like Bambi tint like liquid gold in the setting sun. Danny feels his breath hitch.

"My apologies dandy. I didn't realize anyone was up here. I can go. You look like you need it more than me."

"Wait!" Danny says, sitting up.

The man looks at him from his crouched position, one leg dangling off the edge. "For what?"

Danny swallows. "What is your name?"

"I used ta go by Stiles but after mama died, I made up my mind to change it. So now they call me Genim."

"Oh. Hi. My name is Daniel but please you can call me Danny."

They stare at each other for a few moments. Danny takes in the dirt smudged face and plaid shirt as he rakes his eyes over the other man. He himself is in pressed and ironed clothes without a hair out of place. They couldn't be more different in their appearances.

"Lookin' purdy deep in your mind there."

Danny clears his throat and smiles. "Sorry. I just got distracted." He pats the spot next to him. "Join me. It is your place first since you have obviously been here before."

Stiles smiles brightly and Danny swoons internally. "Much obliged to ya." He moves over to sit next to Danny. "I been comin' here since I been ten. Lost my mama young and papa ain't really round here no more. Easier to scape it all up here."

Danny's eyes widen. "Genim that—"

Stiles shakes his head. "I'm sorry. That was intense an deep. We can just furget I went all depressin' there."

He's not sure why but something about Stiles makes him feel at ease. He turns his gaze towards the stars again. "It is okay. It is kind of–well–it is not the same, but this is an escape for me too."

"Oh?" Stiles says. "You can tell me. You know if ya want to, I mean."

"Well, I got home from university earlier today and found out my parents have arranged for me to marry a young woman I have never met before for traditional expectations."

Stiles whistles and winces in sympathy. "Man, that's rough. No disrespect to culture an tradition but this is a free country. I mean what if you was queer? Would they force ya ta marry her anyway?"

Danny sighs. "I am queer. And yeah. They are forcing me."

"D-Do they know you is queer?"

"Not that I know of. I mean I have not told them, but I doubt it would matter to them. They say I will learn to love her. Even if I wanted to tell them now, they would think I was making an excuse." He lies back down and sighs.

Stiles's shoulders slump as he lays back to look at the stars that now shine in the night sky. "I'm grateful ta my mama. She always done told me to love who I love. Papa didn't care none so long as I was happy." He turns his head to look at Danny's profile. "I wish you had that too."

Danny's head turns towards Stiles, and he offers a rueful smile. "Wishes are like a pencil snapped in half. Useless."

"That ain't true. A pencil snapped in half is still a pencil but now ya can sharpen both sides."

That makes Danny chuckle. "I guess broken does not necessarily mean useless. It just means you have to create something new from the pieces."

Stiles grins and it steals Danny's breath away. "Exactly! The philosophical conversation of two queer boys on top of a waterfall. Sounds like a good ole story ta me."

Danny laughs and sighs. Being here with Stiles in this little bubble is just what Danny needed. Being able to pretend that this is the life he gets to choose for himself and not the life where his fiancé is waiting for him at home.

Stiles has turned his gaze back towards the sky and the moonlight illuminates his ivory skin, covered in beauty marks. Danny wonders what those pink lips would feel like against his own. He wants to ask but doesn't.

Then Stiles slowly sits up, turning his body towards Danny but he keeps his gaze up. "Have ya ever kissed a boy, Danny?"

"No. I almost did but my mother found out and stopped us. I got sent to a boarding school. She thought it was just a childish curiosity. It was not. It was my idea. Why?"

Stiles does look at him then and his expression is sincere as he speaks softly. "Do ya want to kiss a boy?"

Danny's eyes widen but he nods. "Yes." He blushes. "Not that I know someone who would—" he's cut off by lips gently pressing against his own. He gasps softly and Stiles pulls back looking nervous.

Danny doesn't want that, and he cups the amber eyed man's face. "Kiss me again?"

Stiles grins with pink tinged cheeks and leans down to kiss him again. Danny loses track of time. They both do and while kissing is as far as they go, the kisses quickly turn heated. Stiles is soon straddling Danny as they slowly roll their hips together.

Danny doesn't want to pull away. He doesn't want to break the moment but soon he realizes the servants will soon come looking for him and his father will surely punish him if he finds out what Danny has been doing.

Stiles climbs off his lap when their kissing slows and smiles sadly. "I hope it was good for ya. I'd hate for ya ta hate yur first kiss."

"I did not hate it. I loved it. I-I want more of it. I want more of you but I..." he trails off.

"I know," Stiles whispers. He leans in and brushes his lips against Danny's before pulling back and getting to his feet. "I come here a lot specially since papa is gone now too. If ya ever need to get away, you can come here. I don't mind sharin'."

"I would like that. I feel better after this."

Stiles snorts. "It's probably the hormones."

Danny shakes his head. "I felt calmer and more content here with you even before that. The kiss only made me feel even more so."

"When are ya gettin hitched?"

"August. Why?"

Stiles smiles. "Three months. I reckon that's enough for a summer thing if ya want. It's the best I can offa since you have a fiancé."

Danny smiles sadly. "A summer fling?"

"Summer love maybe. I reckon we'll see. If yur here tomorrow, I'll know. If yur not, I'll know."

Danny gets to his feet and pulls Stiles back in for another kiss. "I will be here."

Stiles smiles. "Night, Danny." He hurries down and Danny watches him dart into the trees after his feet are back on the ground.

"Goodnight. Genim."

✨☀️•💛•☀️✨

After those few hours with Stiles, Danny is floating and can't stop smiling. He doesn't bother correcting his parents when they assume he's excited to marry Willa Mae. A part of Danny feels sorry for his intended, but the rest of him feels no hint of remorse when he sneaks away from planning to meet Stiles the next day.

They share stolen moments in the silence of the surrounding forest as they bring their lips together over and over again. He's never had the courage to ask how Stiles knows how to please a man but he eagerly soaks up the feeling when Stiles performs mind numbing fellatio on his hardened member.

Stiles is patient when Danny returns the favor and talks him through it. Danny insists on practicing until he's perfect at it.

His lips wrap around Stiles's hardened member as he sucks at the tip. It makes the amber eyed man groan. "So good dandy boy. Can ya take me in more?"

With a nod Danny slowly starts bobbing his head, smirking at the slight bucking of Stiles's hips. He's not as good as Stiles but he's still really good at it. He hums around the man's manhood as long slender fingers thread through his hair and Stiles's back arches. Danny looks up, not wanting to miss the sight of this absolutely gorgeous man's head thrown back in pleasure.

"I'm gonna burst dandy boy. You gonna take it or do ya want me ta–Ah!"

A hard suck later and Stiles's release explodes into Danny's mouth and both men moan.

"Well ain't you just perfect," Stiles mumbles with a smile.

"I do try." He kisses Stiles's inner thighs and then kisses up his toned body before connecting their lips.

When they make love the first time Danny isn't nervous at all because it's Stiles.

"You best tell me if somethin' hurts or I ain't gonna do it."

Danny nods and spreads his legs further. He's on his back on a blanket roll on top of the waterfall and Stiles is staring at him like he's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Danny feels no shame or need to cover himself.

Stiles's fingers are long and they carefully prepare him to take Stiles's manhood. His other hand strokes Danny's erect member to add pleasure in order to distract from the preparation. He even takes the erect member into his mouth. "A man once done told me my lips is perfect for pleasing another man and well..." he trails off as he adds a second finger and sucks Danny's member down again.

It's a slow preparation but Danny is grateful since he keeps tensing up but soft murmurs of reassurance and kisses to his inner thighs helps him relax.

It feels like ages have passed and yet no time has passed at all when Stiles leans down to kiss Danny's lips. Danny can feel Stiles's erect manhood against his hip. He searches the amber eyed man's face. "Make love to me, Gen. Please?"

Stiles smiles and nods, one hand cupping Danny's cheek and the other gripping his manhood to guide it to its destination. "I will. Gonna go slow. I ain't bouta hurt ya."

"I know," Danny whispers, gasping sharply when the tip of Stiles's member pops into his core. He shudders and then relaxes at the soft kisses being peppered all over his face. He feels pink lips kiss his forehead, his eyelids, the corner of his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his neck and his lips, over and over again.

Before he knows it Stiles's is fully sheathed inside him and his breath stutters at how full he feels and right it feels. His legs wrap around Stiles's thighs as the man slowly begins to move, their eyes never leaving each other's faces. It feels so good. It feels so right. It feels absolutely perfect.

The amber eyed man is gentle with him and it makes Danny's chest feel tight as he tears up. This is what he wants to have but never will. That knowledge hurts but the pain in his heart is drowned out by the pleasure erupting in his core as the other man's member hits his pleasure spot, making him explode all over his chest. He hums in contentment when he feels warmth flood him as Stiles releases.

After they make love, Stiles covers them with a quilt he stashed up here around the fourth day they met. He cleans them off first of course and then holds Danny close, placing kisses on the raven haired man's neck as he cards long slender fingers through raven colored hair.

"I love you," Danny says towards the end of June.

Stiles chuckles softly. "I know."

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Since he hasn't been fighting them on the marriage, his parents don't stop him from meeting his friends at the lake up yonder. Especially when he suggests he use the opportunity to explain to them he won't be returning to university.

Of course, he sneaks over to Stiles's cabin, which he's visited a few times, and invites him to come along. They take Stiles's horse named Roscoe and ride up the dirt road.

Danny eagerly introduces Stiles to his friends. "Genim these are my friends. This is Miss Allison Argent, Miss Kira Yukimura, Mr. Isaac Lahey and Mr. Liam Dunbar. My friends this is my um..." he trails off.

Stiles tilts his head and then offers his hand. "Last name is Gajos but I ain't about the politeness and titles stuffy stuff. Call me Genim. It's a pleasure ta meet ya."

Allison blinks and then grins widely. "The pleasure is ours. Danny boy hasn't brought anyone around here before."

Kira giggles and nods. "You sure must be something special."

"Ain't got a clue bout that. I like to think I'm special but everybody got a different meaning to it when they use it. My teacher toll me I was special right before he kicked me outta school."

Isaach clears his throat. "Well in this case it is a good thing. Someone important to Danny is someone important to us."

Liam nods but doesn't say anything.

"I reckon I'll like you four soon enough. Now...I was toll there'd be some swimmin'. Care to show a fella where to go?"

Each of the girls takes one of his arms and they lead him towards the water.

Isaac glances at Danny. "Where on earth did you find him?"

Danny blushes. "Somewhere special. He is a good man and he makes me happy."

"You friends or somethin' more?" Liam asks with a quirked brow.

"Friends," he whispers, unwilling to say aloud that he wishes they were more.

The three men hear a holler and whip their heads towards the lake where Stiles has just jumped in using a rope.

The sun is warm on their bare skin as the men–Danny, Isaac, Stiles and Liam–strip down to their drawers and the women–Allison and Kira–take off their dresses and reveal their knee length swimwear.

Danny is lying back on the grass enjoying the cool breeze when he hears one of the girls gasp. "Miss Allison? Are you all right?" he asks.

Her eyes are glued to the water and Danny turns to figure out what has her reacting that way. His eyes land on Stiles and he too gasps. He's not sure why it hits differently now but maybe it's because previously all of their stolen moments were at night.

Stiles is bare chested with water dripping down from his hair. His nipples are pebbled and the water droplets slip down the divots of his abs as he stretches. He's the most gorgeous man Danny has ever seen.

Liam clears his throat but keeps his voice low. "Sure is a handsome man ain't he?"

Danny huffs and smiles. "Yeah. He is fine."

His eyes track the amber eyed man as he walks towards them. Then Danny gasps for an entirely different reason. There on Stiles's left hip is a jagged scar that wouldn't be visible from far away but up close look garish.

"Gen?" he whispers as he sits up, his lips near the mark.

"Hm?" Stiles glances down and follows Danny's gaze. "Oh. That ain't nothin you need mind. Had a run in with a wild animal. Hurt like a bastard but I'm fine. I been fine. So don't let it bother you none."

Danny glances at his friends who look both curious and uncertain as well. Then he looks back up at Stiles as he places a subtle, barely there kiss to the scar before backing up. "If it does not worry you I shall not spend time worrying about it."

Stiles smiles and hauls Danny up. "Come swim with me. You haven't been in yet and I have half a mind to refuse ta kiss ya til ya do."

Isaac and Liam snicker while the girls giggle and Danny lets himself be dragged to the water. It's cool on his heated skin and he feels Stiles's bare skin against his own once they're farther out.

The amber eyed man's eyelashes are clumped with water droplets and his eyes are like whiskey. His lips are begging to be kissed and Danny gives into the need.

Stiles only stops him for a moment. "You sure ya want to? I don't know bout your friends. Do they know you is queer?"

Danny smiles and nods. "Yes. They know and they are okay with it. If I am happy then why would they object?"

Stiles hums softly and captures Danny's lips with his own making them softly moan. Their bodies are flush from head to toe and Danny feels long slender fingers slowly move from his arms to his nipples and then lower and lower until– "Gen."

"Want me ta make ya feel good? Just you an me here. They can't see it."

Danny nods and buries his face in Stiles's neck as slender fingers slip into his breeches and wrap around his hardened member. "More," he moans and can only hold on tight as Stiles pleasures him. He doesn't let go for fear he'll fly away if he does.

A few minutes later he gently sinks his teeth into the amber eyed man's neck as he reaches his peak. It makes Stiles moan and Danny feels him tense as he too reaches his peak. Their eyes lock and then smile softly at each other.

"I love you," Danny whispers.

Stiles's smile only falters slightly. "I know."

✨☀️•💛•☀️✨

June passes much too quickly, and Danny realizes he's to be married in less than a month. It's terrifying and he seeks refuge at Stiles's cabin in the woods, too afraid of being alone. "I wish it was not so hard to be what they want me to be."

Stiles hands him a bottle of soda. "If it's hard ta be what they want then I reckon it's not something you can force yourself to be. You can't make everybody happy all the time. People is always gonna judge. Ain't nothing you can do about them. Only one you gotta worry about is you."

Danny clears his throat and averts his gaze. "I wish I was marrying you. I wish you were my intended."

The amber eyed man is silent and then he shakes his head. "You don't wish that. I ain't the marrying type. Plus, I'd never be some stuffy society man. I like my life as it is an no dandy man is gonna change me."

"It is just a wish Gen. That is all," Danny says in barely a whisper. He hears footsteps and a whoosh of air as Stiles sits next to him on the steps.

"I know ya think you want me but one day I'm sure y'all be happy together. I know it's not what yur wantin' but bein' with me would mean you'd never make your father happy. I ain't bout to ruin a family." His voice is firm but Danny knows he's hurtin'.

Danny sighs and nods. "I know. I have considered alternatives. I knew you were not an option no matter how much I wish you were. So I have a plan."

Stiles tilts his head. "Wanna tell me? Maybe I can help ya."

"I have a bottle of poison and a blade. It is not that I think marriage is awful enough to kill myself but what purpose am I serving other than to further disappoint my father?"

The amber eyed man freezes and then Danny has a lapful of the man before his back hits the porch. Stiles's eyes are blazing with anger but also full of tears. "You'd kill yurself? You'd take the sun away from the flowers? You'd give up like that?"

Danny sucks in a breath as tears hit his cheeks from the man above him. "I-I–"

"You're a right bastard dandy boy. Killing yourself ain't the answer. It mayn't seem like it now but this ain't the end. Please don't do it."

Seeing the man break down in a way he never has before crushes Danny. He leans up as best he can to kiss Stiles gently. Stiles sniffles and kisses him back. Then their foreheads rest together, Stiles's eyes closed as he whispers softly.

"Don't leave me. Don't give up. You gotta live."

That night when Danny slips back inside his home, he returns the blade to his father's shaving kit and tosses the poison into the lake. A man as strong as Stiles breaking down over Danny's life was terrifying. Life may seem like being chained up right now but if a life Danny values so little, matters so much to Stiles, then he won't kill himself. He loves the man too much. Even if no one else missed him...Stiles would.

✨☀️•💛•☀️✨

After the serious conversation at the cabin, Danny makes a promise to Stiles as they lay in bed together in the afterglow. "As long as my life means something to you, I won't take it."

Stiles shudders and kisses him with a barely there smile. "You an yur life will matter to me til I die, Danny. One day yur own life will matter ta you."

Danny nods and nuzzles his nose against Stiles's neck as the amber eyed man runs his fingers through Danny's hair. "Do you know I love you?" Danny asks.

"Yes. I reckon I know for fact how ya feel."

Nothing in his life has ever made Danny feel as safe as Stiles does. He hates that the summer heat is waning. It means the wedding is soon and it means no more Stiles.

✨☀️•💛•☀️✨

The end of July nears, and Stiles takes Danny aside with a serious expression on his face. "I have ta travel up yonder but I'll come back for ya."

Danny frowns, his heart clenching. "Why do you have to leave now? There are only–"

"Three weeks and nine days til ya marry."

"Gen..."

Stiles shakes his head and kisses Danny's forehead. "Me a Roscoe gotta get goin'. I'll be back. I promise ya."

They part and Stiles mounts his horse. He doesn't look back as he rides away, and Danny feels like the world is spinning again now that the only thing that grounds him is getting further and further away.

✨☀️•💛•☀️✨

"I think these flowers are perfect for the gathering. Do you agree, sugar?" Willa Mae inquires sweetly.

It's the first week of August and Danny hasn't seen Stiles in two weeks. He is beginning to wonder if it hurt too much for Stiles to stay knowing Danny was still getting married.

"You all right darling?"

Danny blinks and focuses on his intended. "Yes. My apologies," he says, aware of his father's disapproving glare. "You were discussing flowers I believe."

Willa Mae smiles. "Indeed I was. What flowers are your favorite?"

He hesitates and smiles thinking of the sunflowers Stiles has growing by his cabin. He doesn't say sunflowers though. "Roses."

She grins. "Those would be perfect with the rest of the arrangements. We can add those in."

"Wonderful. I am sure it will be stunning." Danny's father clears his throat and Danny grimaces. "Just like you."

This makes her blush and Danny feels sick again. He just wishes Stiles would come back. He's slowly going crazy and as much as he promised not to think about dying again, his father's blade seems to call to him.

✨☀️•💛•☀️✨

It's Saturday of the first week in August when he hears a tapping sound on his window. It startles him awake and he hears the wind howling but he opens the window to see— "Miss Allison?"

She's hiding but he can see here clearly. She's gesturing for him to come to her.

"What is going on?" he hisses, worried about his father hearing.

Her eyes narrow and she points towards...Stiles's direction. Is he back? Danny doesn't know but he slips out of the house as quickly and quietly as he can.

The rain is pouring and the wind is howling as she guides him through the trees.

"He was visiting family he said in the city." Allison's voice is quiet but firm. "He met with a gentleman about something he won't tell us and then when my father found him he was unconscious. Looks like he was attacked. No one can say for sure but I knew you would want to see him."

They reach the cabin and Danny hesitates at the door. "He left me."

Allison nudges him, her voice stern but not unkind. "Go in and speak to him. He should be awake now. I told father I was swinging by the town hall. I have to go but tell him if I find out he's walking around too much I'll tan his hide." Then she's gone, disappearing into the storm again.

Danny swallows and opens the door, the only light being the flashes from the storm. "Gen?"

There's a clatter near the kitchen and Danny whips his head in that direction to see Stiles holding a broom. "Danny?"

He notices Stiles is hobbling slightly as Stiles moves towards Danny unsure of his welcome. Danny makes the decision for him and pulls the man into his arms despite wanting to kiss him senseless. The busted lip stops him from following through on that want. "She said you got hurt. Who hurt you? Are you okay now? What can I do to help?"

Stiles shushes him with a kiss and rests their foreheads together. "I'm fine dandy boy. Don't you worry none bout me." He pulls away and sways slightly before getting his balance and shuffling over to the couch. There's a sheen of sweat on his forehead and he's wearing next to nothing.

Danny follows and kneels next to the couch. "You promised you would come back to me."

The amber eyed man shuts his eyes tight. "I know. I didn't mean ta break that but I couldn't help it. The stupidity of my fellow humans is such a delight sometimes. Ya know I don't think they care who I was. They saw me and made a judgment that I was some fairy. Least that's what they done hollered at me." He tears up and looks away from Danny.

"I tried ta come back ta you like I done promised you I would but yur friend Miss Argent toll me her father said I needed to rest. I toll her I was fine. Ain't nothing wrong but a bit of blood and some bruising. I've had much worse than that for darn sure. Coulda argued myself blue in the face but they wasn't plannin' on backing down and I was outvoted. So I rested and then as soon as they let me I came back but you—" he cuts himself off.

"But I what?" Danny says, his hands in fists, anger building toward whoever it was that laid a hand on his love.

"Roses sure will look purdy with the lilies. She was right."

Danny's eyes widen. "You heard that? That was earlier this week. How long have you been back?"

Stiles winces and chews his lip. "Got back four days ago or so I reckon. I wanted ta see ya but then I was thinkin that maybe you'd changed yur mind. It happens and she seems a nice miss to have as yur intended. I figured I'd best not get in the way."

"I thought–Do you not want–I do not understand."

Tears slip down Stiles's cheeks. "I'm sorry dandy boy. I don't regret a moment of our time this summer but I can't take any more from her. You and I may be queer but that young miss ain't done nothing wrong."

Danny frowns. "This does not sound like you." His eyes widen. "Someone got to you did they?"

Stiles shakes his head but his breathing stutters. "Danny, it's not important. I'm fine. I toll you I am. Would I lie?"

"Just because you believe you are fine does not mean you are."

"Well I am. There ain't nothing wrong with me except maybe the whole been special thing the teacher said to me. That an a little blood an a little bruisin'. Ain't nothing serious. Worst of it is my ankle."

Danny cups Stiles's face and locks eyes with him. "Tell me you do not want me and I will go."

Stiles's breath hitches and he tries to look away but Danny won't let him. "Danny don't make me–"

"If you cannot tell me you do not want me then this is someone else getting into your head. Do you want me?"

"You know I do."

"Then why are you saying these things to me? It makes no sense. It is crazy talk."

Stiles chuckles wetly. "Mrs. Brent seems to think I been a bad influence on ya. She said she'd not breathe a word to yur father if I did the right thing an' left. I tried to leave. Then them Brent's have a cousin in the city who done paid me a visit. Seems her threatenin' me didn't feel like enough. That's how come I ended up behind a building all bloody, bruised an' unconscious."

Danny lets his tears fall and lifts Stiles's upper body so he can sit before guiding the amber eyed man's head to his lap and gently running his fingers through chocolate curls. "You have been the only reason I am still alive to marry her daughter. I am filled with rage for what she did to you. She ought to be hanged for it."

"Don't worry Danny. I can look after myself. I got family in the capital too ya know. Mrs. Brent don't have a cousin no more." His words are slurred as his exhaustion kicks in.

"You mean your family did the cousin in?"

"I reckon so but they didn't give me the details." He frowns and blinks up at Danny. "You should be heading back home round now. Don't want you to get in trouble for little ole me."

Danny scoffs and adjusts to lay next to Stiles with an arm firmly around the other man's waist. "I am not going anywhere."

"Why not?" Stiles whispers.

"You know why not."

Stiles sighs with a barely there smile. "Yeah. I reckon I do."

✨☀️•💛•☀️✨

Danny doesn't leave Stiles's side and no one comes looking for him until the following Wednesday morning. There's a knock on the front door of the cabin and Danny looks up from his place in the kitchen. Stiles shrugs and goes to open it, his limp almost gone. "Hello. Who might you be little fella?"

A young boy blonde hair and blue eyes looks wide eyed at Stiles and clears his throat. "Master Mahealani is right furious sir. Master Daniel is missing and he's mighty furious. I'm sposed ta fetch him."

Danny tenses and slowly walks over. "Hello, Nathaniel."

The servant boy smiles. "Master Daniel. I is terrible sorry I have to ask you to come back with me but Master Mahealani insists you be found."

"He didn't lash you did he?" Danny asks with fear in his eyes.

"No sir." He glances at Stiles and then looks back at Danny. "My papa always done said that you can't helps who you love. Mama loved a girl back home but her parents didn't let her choose. When I heard bout the lake I wanted to go and mama said I could if I was careful. I heard ya talking and I saw how you look at um..."

Stiles tilts his head, his arms crossed. "Genim."

The boy nods. "At Master Geni–"

"Oh please no. I ain't no stuffy shirt. Just call me Genim. No master nonsense. Okay?" He waits for the boy to nod before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Uh well I toll papa I knew where you might be. I reckoned I might find you with him cause I know you love him. It's why I feel downright shameful for having to show up but I reckon you'd prefer me over Master Mahealani."

Danny nods. "I do prefer you. You have not said anything to my father have you?"

"No sir. I knows how important loving somebody is. I'm only sorry ya can't be with him like ya want ta. Miss Brent is purdy but he ain't beautiful like Mast–I mean like Genim."

"Thank you for warning me. I really appreciate it. Let me say goodbye and then I will come. Okay?"

Nathaniel nods and steps back outside keeping an eye on the path.

Danny stands and goes to the kitchen to see Stiles staring idly out the window. "I think this should be goodbye for good, dandy boy."

"I wish I disagreed. I do not want to say goodbye but I know that if I should leave without finality that I will still hold hope for a future."

They embrace with tears in their eyes and Danny clings to Stiles like a lifeline. "Come to the union? Even if it is yards away or a mile away. Be there?"

"No promises. I ain't planning to make anyone else end up like I did."

Danny searches the man's face and nods his heart breaking in two. He kisses those perfect pink lips once more. "I love you."

Stiles shudders as they part and their fingers lingering together. He swallows and nods. "I know."

"Goodbye, Gen."

"Goodbye, dandy boy."

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The wedding takes place the following Sunday and Danny can't help the tears that fall as he dresses in fine clothes made just for the occasion. He's sure he looks ever so handsome but it's hard to have that opinion of oneself when while everyone else is happy you are the furthest thing from it.

A soft violin plays as Willa Mae is escorted down the aisle to where Danny stands at the altar. An older man holds a bible in his hand and waits for everyone to settle in before starting.

Danny glances around seeing his parents and her parents looking pleased. Miss Lydia Martin and Mr. Jackson Whittemore are in attendance as well as their respective families. His father mentioned it being a union to be immortalized. It makes him feel more like an object than a person.

"For it is by God's will that a man shall leave his mother and be joined to his wife. Such a union is blessed by the Almighty and we here rejoice in celebrating such a union between Master Daniel and Miss Willa Mae here today. Their union shall be blessed and may he never want for work. May she be fruitful in loin to bear children and her countenance be soft to be devoted to her husband. From here they shall begin the next stage of their lives as one."

Danny glances around again hoping that just maybe Stiles will have come but as they get closer and closer to the end of the ceremony his hope fades. He didn't come and Danny's heart shatters completely.

"Do you, Daniel, take this woman, Willa Mae, to be your wife, according to God's holy decree; do you promise to be to her a loving and loyal husband, to cherish and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, to be faithful only to her as long as you both shall live?" the pastor asks.

"I–" he falters and winces at his father's glare. "Yes."

"The words are I do, sugar."

Danny bites his tongue and nods. "I do."

The pastor nods and looks at Willa Mae. "Do you, Willa Mae, take this man, Daniel, to be your husband, according to God's holy decree; do you promise to be to him a loving and loyal wife, to cherish and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, to be faithful only to him as long as you both shall live?"

Willa Mae smiles. "I do."

With a nod the pastor glances at the gathering. "If anyone here knows of any reason why these two should not be joined and bound in holy matrimony speak now or forever hold your peace."

Danny shuts his eyes tight. Every fiber of his being wishes that Stiles would be here to object, sweep in and steal him away but he doesn't and the ceremony continues.

"Then by the power invested in me by the Almighty. I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

He wasn't ready for this and he wasn't ready for the kiss but Willa Mae reels him in. It's like slow motion as flashes of moments with Stiles hit him.

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Stiles's bare body hovering above his, sweat dripping from his face as his hips snap, the echo of skin slapping against skin all he can hear.

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A long pale neck extended as a head is thrown back in a laugh that shakes his whole body.

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Breathy moans the first time Danny made love to Stiles.

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Sweet nothings being whispered in his ear as they lay together bare beneath the quilt.

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A soft husky voice singing to him as the rain outside poured in torrents.

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Every single moment he spent with Stiles flashes in his mind. He looks at Willa Mae with her auburn hair and blue eyes, sun kissed skin and nare a freckle on her face but all he sees is what he doesn't want. He wants chocolate curls, amber eyes, ivory skin and beauty marks. She never will be able to give him that and he'll never be able to give her what she wants.

Her eyes have started to slip closed as she leans in but her blue eyes hold none of the sunlight, warmth, affection and love that those beautiful amber eyes do. All he sees is skin flushed from pleasure and just before their lips touch he pulls back and shakes his head. "No."

Orion is glaring at him but it doesn't scare him anymore. "You should rethink that answer quickly boy. This is not some game. Kiss the girl. Now!"

Danny swallows as he takes a step back and then another and another. "I cannot marry you. I do not love you."

The fury radiating from his father is almost palpable but Danny feels like he can finally breathe. He glances at his parents. "You can hate me and disown me but I do not care. I am in love and it is not with her."

"Who is it? Is it some hussy? We'll handle her," his father demands.

Danny looks straight at Mrs. Brent so she knows he knows what she did. "It is him actually and you will not touch him. The next person who lays a hand on him will pay for it with said hand."

Mrs. Brent's face goes pale and she steps closer to her husband. Orion takes a step forward. "You would shame us like this. You have always been a disappointment to me. I had hoped you would finally do something I could be proud of and yet here you are. Screwing it all up again. And for what? Some fairy?" his father sneers.

"Do not speak about him that way, father," Danny snaps in an icy tone. "I wish I could say I am shocked by your slur but I cannot for it would be a lie. You have always been quick to hate and snuff out that which disgusts you or offends you."

"Now you listen here Daniel—"

Danny cuts him off. "No! You listen. It's finally my turn. I did not want this. I never wanted this but you forced me. Over and over again you threatened me but while you all were putting that pressure on me, he helped me want to live." He forces himself to breathe and not punch his father like he wants to. "I kissed him. I held him. He kissed me. He held me. We made love and he is the one I want. He's the one I love!"

Sylvia places a hand on her husband's arm and no one moves as Danny bolts.

His legs carry him as fast as they can through the trees towards the cabin. "Genim?!" he calls out.

He nearly trips on the steps as he knocks on the door frantically. "Gen?"

For a terrifying moment he's afraid Stiles is gone but then the door opens to a wide eyed Stiles in just a pair of breeches. "Danny?" He glances behind Danny and then tilts his head meeting the other man's gaze. "Baby what's gotten inta yo–" he's cut off when Danny throws his arms around him, crashing their mouths together.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," he murmurs between kisses and Stiles holds him close.

They don't say anything else as they migrate over to the couch except for Danny's repeated 'I love yous'.

Stiles guides Danny's head to his lap after Danny strips off the stuffy dress coat and long fingers rake through his hair.

"You're still here," Danny mumbles.

"Yea. I reckon I shoulda left but I ain't gonna leave till I know yur gonna be okay."

Danny looks up at the amber eyed man. He's just as beautiful as the first time he saw him and it hurts so good. "I left her. I will not marry her." He keeps his eyes on Stiles's face to see every single second of his reaction.

The amber eyes flicker with hope and he tilts his head. "Why ain't you marrying yur girl?"

"You know why."

He gets a soft smile from Stiles as the man nods. "Yeah. I reckon I know why. Does it mean yur mine?" he asks.

Danny smiles as he quirks a brow. "I have been yours since I first saw you."

"Sure is a long time ain't it?"

"Never is too long to be yours. In fact, I think forever is the only amount of time I will consider and accept."

Stiles clears his throat and Danny watches his Adam's apple bobbing with the thick emotion. "You want forever with me? You sure bout that dandy boy? You can't promise that an then take it from me."

Danny lifts his head, his lips puckered slightly for a kiss and Stiles gives him one. Danny had thought when he showed up that they'd be all heated and full of passion but this moment here being treated like a treasure, something to be cherished, Danny knows there's nothing more he could ever want than this beautiful man.

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He's exhausted and ends up falling asleep only to wake a few hours later to the sound of rain pattering against the windows. He blinks rubbing his eyes and finds himself in an undershirt and breeches. Stiles must have helped him dress down. Speaking of–"Gen?"

Said man's head peeks out and he smiles. "Howdy sleepin' beauty. Get in here if yur hungry."

Danny chuckles and rakes a hand through his hair as he heads into the kitchen. "It all depends on what you are making."

Stiles huffs. "I am makin' chicken dumplins." His cheeks are red and Danny makes a questioning noise so he continues. "Mama's recipe. I got no idea how it's gonna taste but I reckon it'll be edible at least."

It's comfortable between them now as if the sword hanging over their heads that is the Brents and Mahealanis was what kept them in a state of constant, oppressive tension. Danny is brought out of his thoughts when Stiles speaks again.

"So I been thinkin' and ya know I mentioned I got family in the city?"

"Yeah. You mentioned that."

Stiles nods, eyes averted. "Well I reckon now that you ain't marryin' her you might like ta join me."

Danny's brow furrows. "Where are you going?"

"The city. There's a place out by the lake a few towns over that belonged to my mama. Aunt Clarissa done toll me it's mine now. She said I can move myself in whenever I want. I wanted to ask ya to come with me."

"Really?" Danny asks, not wanting to get his hopes up.

Stiles smiles but Danny can tell he's nervous. "Yeah. If that's not incentive enough though I also talked to my aunt and she done said that since I knew someone who wanted to teach, she being a teacher herself would love ta meet ya. I toll her I didn't know for certain but that if you could come with and wanted to go back to university, I'd make it happen."

Danny steps closer, his heart in his throat. "You mean I would leave with you, go back to university and we would be together?"

"It's what I was hopin' for I promise ya that. I been offered a job at the city library since I got my schooling done last year. Aunt Clarissa done said I woulda made my mama proud of me. Most folks ain't thinking I'm as smart as I am since I don't talk all purdy like them but I done read every book I could get my dirty grubs on. So I'm awful smart. I don't wanna teach none though. So library's the thing for me an all them books is calling to me. Not to mention my aunt done said she would offer ya a place to teach when you done finished schooling."

"A-A job?" Danny parrots, carefully cataloging all this new information about the man he loves.

Stiles shrugs one shoulder and tastes the sauce. "Mhm. I ain't gonna be mad if you says no just sos you know. I tell ya I almost didn't tell ya cause you can't say no if you don't know bout it. Then again I knew I couldn't hide it from ya neither."

Danny starts laughing, so full of happiness he can't help it and then the tears fall and he's sobbing. He feels warm arms wrap around him and soft lips caress his neck gently. He lifts his head to capture those lips in a passionate kiss.

When they part after a few minutes of chaste passionate kisses Danny can't help the smile on his face. "Yes. I will follow you to the ends of the earth. I am yours. I cannot believe you would do these things for me."

Stiles rests their foreheads together and cups Danny's jaw, his thumbs moving back and forth across his jawline. "There ain't nothing I wouldn't do fur ya."

With his heart soaring and a smile on his face he kisses this beautiful man–a man he gets to call his–with everything he has. He gets to go back to school. He gets to teach. Most of all, he gets Stiles.

"I love you," Danny whispers.

"Well I reckon I love ya too."

This is what Danny wants. This is where he wants to be. This is the man he loves. This summer love which he hopes will become a forever love. They're already on their way there.

[bouncy-dog-funeral]

I’m seriously considering rewriting teen wolf but I lack any writing skills

TW and CW before you read this long long long post: mentions alcoholism, child neglect and abuse, past SA, past grooming,and talk of chronic illness.

And my biggest warning!! I am a queer disabled person and I make some (a lot) of these charecters queer, disabled, plus sized,and or poc. If you don’t like that then leave. Unlike the original show, I want minority’s to not only be in the series but to have actual story’s and stay in the story’s. Not be written out. I am the woke mob that conservatives warned you about and I’m turning all your faves into minority’s

And finally before we get into this..

This is a total rewrite so befor anyone gets on me for not being remotely accurate or “WhY doNt YoU wRiTe YOuR OwN StoRY” uhhhhhhh don’t feel like it and I like these charecters soooooo 🤷 this post is long as hell so get a snack

Imagine this for me if you will

*I start rubbing my glass orb as the camra starts zooming in to my vision*

So our story is located at beacon hills local collage…

I HATE that teen wolf is set in high school! This could be b/c I’m in collage and want these charecters to be more relatable to me BUT I also think you can just do more with them if they are in college. In the teen wolf series, the writers and directors sexulize these HIGH SCOOLERS. IK that through out the show they go back and forth on ages and birthdays but we do get the information that in season 1 Allison turns 17 and is embarrassed about it b/c she’s been held back and is therefore older then everyone els. That would put the rest of the highscoolers at 15/16 at best. The fact that you are doing shirtless thirst shots to charecters who are underage??? Weirdo behavior in my opinion. I get that high schoolers can be sexually active, make sex jokes, and arnt innocent (I was a highscooler not long ago. I am freshly 20) but having a bunch of adults seriously thirst trapping a 16 year old…. Not something I care for. IK Tyler was 20 when they filmed season 1 so they weren’t technically doing anything wrong but idc. I’m not being a prude or anything. I understand that it was to appeal to the teenage audience. Obviously teens are gunna find other teens attractive BUT you could have just made them incoming collage freshman so that they are all at least 18. Also that makes all the death defying trips they go on a little more reasonable. IK jjk has highscoolers dying and fighting left and right but I think that show also is very aware of there teen age charecters and that’s what makes jjk a tragedy. It’s supposed to be sad that these kids are being put to war. Teen wolf was supposed to be a supernatural thriller drama seemingly more focused on drama while sprinkling in some violence for fun. (They also never go as on the ptsd this would cause but in my rewrite ptsd will be discussed) AGIN befor I get hate. Yes, you can write about kids and teens going through traumatic life or death situations as they do happen in real life and there are fantastic fiction and non fiction story’s like that (it is a great example of traumatized children) but I just think it would be better if it was set in college. I know it’s called teen wolf so a name change would probably be needed but semantics.

Beacon hills collage is a local collage that is relatively easier to get into as it’s not very popular and is not in a prime location and is kinda limited on what can be studied. I like the idea of beacon hills being a smaller town as it adds to the ambiance and smaller towns are well known for myths and the idea of the supernatural. I also think it would add to some charecters feelings of being outsiders b/c of their supernatural powers as they have to kinda hide who they really are in fear of losing social standing in there local communities and non supernatural family.

The charecters and why they are there…

So here’s where I’m really gunna throw you for a loop. This version of teen wolf has stiles stilinski as its main charecter. IK, huge suprise from the stiles kinnie but hear me out!! I think the story would be compelling if we were seeing the supernatural world through a humans eyes. Also stiles is not the only character that gets focused on, it’s just this time it’s through stiles eyes

Stiles is a smart guy. I mean like ivy level smart but when we start the story, he’s moving into his shitty shared dorm with Scott at a school that almost anyone can get into. Everyone in stiles life (which is Scott, his dad, and ms.Mccall) are really confused as to why stiles didn’t apply and go to a “smart people school” and get the hell out of beacon hills. For stiles that more obvious. Stiles lost his mom young to frontotemporal dementia. Through his elementary school years his dad and him were her care takers (along with Mellisa who they made friends with when moved to be on hills but she’s a nurse so she didn’t have a lot of time and she also had to raise Scott) as all her relitives live in Poland. (I think she would have been in America on a student visa for school and some how Noah and Claudia get together and moved to beacon hills to have stiles) stiles didn’t really understand what was going on but still tried to help his mom but things obviously got worse and as they got worse Claudia started suffering from the symptoms. She was more agitated and yelled at stiles saying things that truly did damage to stiles and his dad. She would try and sneak out of the house, would make inappropriate comments, have huge outbursts, and mild delusions. This would have been especially hard as this was the complete opposite of the sweet, adventurous, loving mother, wife, and friend. When she did die Noah turned to the bottle and for awhile just wasn’t a very good father to stiles. Noah never hit stiles but he was just neglectful. When he wasn’t at work, he was drinking and that just hurt stiles more. He would look for praise and love from his dad but his dad just wasn’t there. Some nights stiles would stay over at Scott’s house as melisa understood what was going on at the time. The sheriff (after a very firm and angry talking to from Melisa) sobers up tho it’s hard cuz he wants to be there for stiles. He lost his wife and he can’t lose his son. With a lot of hard work and help from his son and the community, he becomes a great loving dad. He’s not perfect but he try’s. A couple years later when stiles is in high school he gets a call saying his dad got shot in the leg (he’s still the sheriff so the job can lead to problems) . Stiles is obviously freaking out unlike his dad and stiles kinda pushes school to take care of his dad. His dad makes sure he’s still doing good in school but stiles really just wants to take care of his dad. The sheriff eventually recovers but he still has to use a cane (much to the sheriffs dismay) and stiles starts making him eat healthier and makes him go to his physical therapy appointments. He takes care of him. All of his dreams about collage are more in the back of his mind as he wasn’t to be there for his dad cuz he can’t lose his dad. When collage application time comes around, Noah forces stiles to apply to a collage (“any colloge will do stiles! You’re not giving up your education and futer to take care of me!”) and stiles being the sneaky stubborn little shit he is apply for the one closest to home. It’s not the best collage but it’s near his dad and hey! Scotts going there!

(Also forgot to mention but stiles is white more specifically half polish on his moms side AND HE HAS ADHD. It’s not a joke or something that can be debated. In my series stiles has adhd and it affects his life)

Speaking of Scott (BOOOO)

Scott is one of my least fav teen wolf character but he is important to the story and when I write him, he’s cool. So Scott is stiles bestie! He is mixed Latino (moms side) and white (dads side) He’s a little bit of a himbo. He means well and is very loving. He was raised by his lovely single mother as his dad is out of the picture. He wasn’t fantastic at school and stiles helped him study. Now while he was not the best at school (mostly math and English. Personal head canon Scott hates English class cuz he doesn’t really care about the touchy feely stuff that comes with it. Although he’s supper sweet and caring, he just prefers to be presented with facts) he was fantastic at lacrosse! Him and stiles were on the team in high school (stiles dropped it to spend more time helping Noah after he got shot which he was sad about but family comes first for stiles) Scott didn’t really care where he went school wise and when he herd stiles was going to be on hill college, he wanted to go to and he just so happened to get a sports scholarship do hey! Why not go. He wants to be a vet and is a huge fan of dogs. Scott gets bit (not sure by who. Idk if I want to keep the Peter story line) and becomes a werewolf in collage where our next charecter comes in.

(I have more to say about Scott but that goes into story and not why he’s at beacon hills collage

*sniff sniff* is that a weird loner I hear??

That’s right boys (and lady’s and gender non conforming people) it’s DEREK HALE TIME!!! Derek is Chinese (moms side) and Latino (dads side) and a born werewolf! His mom was also a born werewolf while his dad was human. Derek much like in the original series shows up in the first couple chapters (I’m thinking of this like a comic/webtoon instead of a tv series) to help Scott control his wolf. He does not go to beacon hill collage, I want to make that clear. He’s seemingly only there to help Scott cuz he herd through the wolfy grape vine that a wild werewolf bit Scott. He lives mildly close to the collage (as do a lot of the town. It’s about 30 mins away from Melissa and Noah) and while he seems mean and like he doesn’t care about Scott and stiles except for the fact that they are now an annoying problem that he has to deal with, he genuinely wants to help and have Scott acclimate to becoming a wolf. Derek is autistic and struggles to express how he feels and gets supper frustrated easily. This explains his behavior (being aggressive, not understanding that stiles is joking most of the time, wearing that gd leather jacket every day) but does not excuse it. That boy needs therapy. The reason he is living in beacon hills still is 1st b/c it’s familiar and 2nd and more importantly b/c his family all died there and he doesn’t want to leave them until they get justice. Yep that’s right folks, hale house fire happened and you wouldn’t belive who caused it. That’s right Kate argent is back (BOOOOOO IM RUNNING HER OVER WITH MY CAR) Kate argent burned the house down and I actually want to go over how she did it. She groomed 15 year old Derek when she was 25. I’m keeping that plot line BUT I want my version to actually talk about how fucked up that is. Derek suffers major ptsd from Kate and everything she did. She took advantage of a child and although she’s portrayed as evil in the show, they kinda just gloss over it and they make it seem like Derek was never affected by it. That all changes here. Grooming genuinely leaves a lasting affect and I think that not only does his autism make it hard to connect with people but his trauma with Kate makes it that much harder to be in relationships. That’s not to say he never forms another relationship, there just kinda flings. He mostly argues with stiles as to what should happen with Scott and how to help him. They both think they know what’s best and if they just came together they would work a lot better. I think this could truly lead into a enemy’s to lovers slow burn with Derek and stiles slowly starting to trust etchother (I’m a operative slowly pushing my sterek agenda)

Holy shit is that Lydia Martin??????

Now I would like to apologize as I don’t have a lot for Lydia as I’m still trying to figure out her story. What I do know is that she’s white (both parents) and she’s a supper smarty. Why would she stay at becon hills collage. I’d like to maybe take it in the direction that she stayed for Jackson (also booo) Jackson and Lydia both went to becon hill high with stiles and Scott. Jackson was going on a sports scholarship and I think that Lydia’s parents kinda force these gender roles on her that she needs to follow him and take care of him. She struggled with her identity in the show and I want that to continue into my series. I belive she’s trans and she still wants to be seen as a “normal” woman so she pushes her dreams only mildly behind (she’s still a bad ass and is still set on her dreams but family pressure and societal pressure goes crazy) in later chapters I think her and Jackson break up and with encouragement from the pack and maybe Jackson himself (I kinda want him in the pack but more redeemable. Maybe idk) she apply for ivy league scools and gets in and comes back intermediary to rejoin the pack on hijinxs. I also want her to overcome her identity and how she needs to present to be accepted. This is not saying she dresses less girly. She’s still the girliest girl. This is more to say that she doesn’t need to pretend to be a damsel to be a valid woman.

Now this is cool and all but what about the rest of the pack???

Great question. I have only really fleshed out the first couple of chapters. I haven’t really even thought about the relationships (romantic ones) or the rest of the plot (I need to bounce ideas back and forth and unfortunately the person I bounce those ideas off of is writing her own book and is very busy) so while I can’t give huge reasons why all the pack is there I can give mini facts and what not!

Erica is originally from Arizona! She came to beacon hills collage (btw I just found out I’ve been spelling beacon wrong… I’m dyslexic and too lazy to change it so sue me) cuz it was quiet and befor she was bitten, she was shy and preferred the quiet

Erica still enjoys the quiet as she was epileptic befor the bite and although she’s cured b/c of the bite, she still fears that she will have a attack if she’s not carful

Boyd and Erica start dating a little bit after both being bitten. They didn’t know etchother until after the bite and found out they share a lot in common!

Boyd was set to go to the military just like his father but got disqualified for having diabetes that required medication. He came to beacon hills collage to get away from his disappointed father

Boyd is the only one as of now that holds a job while at college. He works as a line cook at a local dinner

Erica after the bite starts working at the same dinner as a server

Issac is the youngest member of the group as he is 17 when they (everyone els except Derek and Allison) are 18. Yes you can be 17 in collage.

Issac has extreme ptsd from the start of the series at the hands of his dad

Issac is at beacon hill university b/c his dad forced him to go as that is where he went and he wants Issac to follow in his footsteps

Issac has mild beef with stiles as Scott saved Issac from being beat up by a group of guys and he now wants to be besties with Scott but Scott’s befriend is stiles and neither stiles and Issac are very good at sharing

Issac is Derek’s kid with out the legal binding. Derek first met Issac when the big bad of the week kidnapped him to get to Scott. Stiles and co obviously go and save him and Derek is the one who gets him out of the binding and comforts him while Scott and stiles are beating some freaks.

Derek is the one to give Issac the bite

Issac stays with Derek over the summer so he doesn’t have to go back to his dad

Jackson was a bully to stiles through out high school but starts to get better after some trauma bonding

Stiles does not easily forgive Jackson for his lowkey ability bullying of him in high school and cuz he still has a crush on Lydia but they arnt enemy’s

Jackson was adopted as a newborn by his two moms

Danny is also attending beacon hills on a sports scholarship but he is from Hawaii so he didn’t really know any one coming in but he is friends with Jackson and Scott as they are on the lacrosse team team together

Allison is the oldest of the collage students being 19

Allison was held back a year after moving around too much

Also I wanted to write Jackson as straight cuz I hate the narrative that you have to be bi or pan to date trans people and I wanted Jackson to be a dick but like not homophobic or transphobic but I later found out that Jackson being queer is canon and I did not want to write that out. But yeah, Jackson Whittemore says trans rights

That’s cool and all evens but can you make a more brief summery of all the characters?

Yes I can dear viewer!!

Stiles “Mieczyslaw” stilinski

18

He/him

Half polish

Bisexual

Trans (ftm)

Smart, sarcastic, jester

Has adhd

Human

Scott McCall

18

He/him

Mixed Latino American

Cis

Straight

Himbo

Nice, empathetic, gullible

Plays lacrosse

Turned wolf

Derek hale

20

He/him (he’s also fine with they/them but he doesn’t use them for himself )

Mixed Chinese Latino

Cis

Bi/pan (wolfs don’t care about labels)

Demisexual

Born wolf

Quiet, reserved, cautious

Autistic

Care taker of Issac

Lydia Martin

18

She/her

White

Trans (mtf)

Straight

Smart, head strong, bold

Dating Jackson

Human???? (Idk yet)

Erica Reyes

18

She/her

White

Cis

Bisexual

Sarcastic, sometimes shy, pop culture nerd

Turned wolf

Vernon Boyd

18

He/him

Black

Cis

Straight

Quiet, collected, serious

Has diabetes

Turned wolf

Issac lahey

17

He/they

White

Cis

Unlabeled sexuality wise

Loyal, hyper vigilant, nervous

Has ptsd from dad

Has generalized anxiety disorder

Turned wolf

Jackson Whittemore

18

He/him

White

Cis

Bi

Abrasive, stubborn, put together

Kanima

Was adopted by his two moms

Danny

18

He/him

Hawaiian

Gay

Cis

Smart, sporty, friendly

Human

Ok but what’s the story??

All right, let’s get into the meat and potato’s (speaking of which, I’ve been craving mashed potato’s like really bad)

So the story starts with stiles and Scott unloading the jeep of all there stuff for collage while the sheriff watches. He wants to be there to see his son off and Mellisa couldn’t come to see Scott off cuz of work so he’s also there for Scott. Just general banter of “you sure you don’t need my help boys? “No old man we got it, stop worrying” “hey don’t talk to your dad like that!” Just a lot of that. After unpacking it becomes night and Scott heads off to bed while stiles stays at his desk just dreading school starting. He’s worrying about his dad, hating that he didn’t just go to an ivy, just genral dread. On top of that, he’s always been a social outcast. Having adhd, being trans, and being Jackson’s number 1 opp tends to do that to you. Cut to school starting, his first day does not go well. No one talks to him, jackson seems to be thriving in the party crowd so now he doesn’t feel comfortable attending futer party’s, and he just misses his old life. Sure he was a loser but he was a loser with his dad and Scott and ms.McCall around. It’s just rough so when he gets back to dorm, he wants to curl up and sob but Scott suggest they go play lacrosse so Scott can practice cuz he’s on the lacrosse team.

“Come on stiles! It’ll be like old times!! I need help practicing blocking!”

He agrees but he wants to get dinner first (stiles as a little over the recommended hours for class taking and chose later classes so he could sleep in so he gets out later then Scott) by the time they get to the field, it’s dark so there’s no one around really. They are playing around and stiles is feeling a little better when Scott accidentally hits the ball out into the forest that just so happens to be right next to the practice field.

“Oh I’ll go get it!”

“Idk Scotty, it’s kinda dark out there”

“Nothings gunna happen dude! We live in California. What’s gunna get me?”

Scott run out into the woods to grab the ball. Stiles waits kinda anxiously for scott when he suddenly hears Scott scream. Without a second thought stiles runs into the woods too look for Scott. He sees him laying on the ground, lower half of his torso covered in blood with a rip in his shirt. Stiles obviously helps Scott up and calls an ambulance (“don’t call an ambulance stiles… there so expensive.” “Well I don’t think that matters rn cuz YOUR BLEEDING OUT OF YOUR STOMACH!”) the hospital patches him up and makes sure he doesn’t have rabies and alerts the school that there is a wild animal near the woods on campus and to watch out. They send everyone home. The next day stiles leaves Scott to recover while he’s in class. He forgot to charge his phone so it’s dead all day. When stiles comes back to the dorm he finds a freaked out Scott.

“DUDE WHY DIDN’T YOU ANSER YOUR PHONE!”

“IT WAS DEAD? WHY WHAT HAPPENED?”

Scott lifts up his shirt

“All right dude no need to- wait. Where’s the bite mark?”

“THATS WHAT IM SAYING DUDE!”

Proceed to many days of digging and Scott experiencing werewolf like symptoms. Stiles is so hyper focused researching that other than school, he is doing nothing but research. Stiles then figures it out but it’s a little out there. He finds Scott in the library in a small study group and he pulls him away to give him the news.

“Scotty, I think IK what’s wrong with you but you have to be open. I think you might be a werewolf.”

Scott is laughing his pants off while stiles insists that he’s being dead ass

“He’s right you know.”

Both of them jump and turn around to see no other then BUM BUM BUM Derek Hale. But they don’t know him yet… except for stiles who knows about the tragic hale fire.

“I’m who are you.”

“Derek hale” stiles and Derek say in union

Derek’s a little shocked and asks how he knows his name. Stiles then states his dad was on his case years and years ago. Derek doesn’t really want to talk about the hale fire so he just growls and moves on. He makes the duo folllow him out of the library and starts telling them that he heard through other weres that someone was bit by a rouge wolf. He wanted to get to him and help him befor trouble got to him first and subtly shows them the shift. Stiles won’t stop asking Derek questions while Scott is processing this huge news. Stiles is off putting by how aggressive Derek is and pulls Scott over and whispers to him saying that maybe Derek bit him. Derek having super hearing obviously heard that. Cue stiles and Derek bickering when Scott just yells at them to stop and he breaths in and goes

“What do I do now?”

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And that’s all I got! Thank you for listening to me rant and if you ever wanna disscus my retelling, I’m always down!! I have so much to say. Have a nice day!!



[marsafter-dark]

Silly little crossover I’m working on.

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