It Is the Night

eumonigy:

teen wolf/the 10th kingdom fusion/crossover

“You don’t trust nobody.”
“I don’t trust you, no.”
“Well, you may not get hurt, but huff puff, you won’t get loved either.”

Part 5 of 8

The smells coming from the village the odd trio (more than a trio, the dog statue held scents of life) had traveled to were nothing short of delicious.

As he slowly stepped out of the woods and into the sunlit clearing, Scott could easily see why their werewolf guide would have led them here. Acres upon acres of land surrounding the village were stocked with fat, well-kept sheep. No matter which pasture his eyes flitted to, large flocks were grazing, without a care in the world.

Scott’s mouth watered. His last meal had been yesterday morning — a rabbit he had managed to catch through desperation alone. He had meant to capture a songbird, but the thought of using the skills his now-dead family had taught him sent him into a feral despair.

They had always been so careful, traveling through the Queen’s Forest. They had always managed to avoid the watchful eye of Her Hunter. So why? Why now? What had caught the Hunter’s attention to alert her to their presence this time?

Guilt once again began to consume Scott. If he hadn’t been so curious about the travelers. If he hadn’t sought to follow them for a few hours after they snuck off, torn between dragging them back to camp to face their crime of releasing all his mother’s birds and begging the other werewolf to tell him more about the life he was now a part of.

In the end, cowardice had gotten the best of him, and he had gone back empty-handed.But rather than returning to his clan’s good-natured questioning and elbowing, he had found himself facing the overwhelming stench of blood and death.

There had been no survivors.

The beast had taken over, then. Scott could only remember bits and pieces of his journey as he mindlessly tracked down the travelers his family had last shown hospitality to. Even now, Scott could feel his humanity slipping away as he eyed the sheep and the shepherdesses that tended to them.

Derek had mentioned something about having an anchor when they talked, but Scott hadn’t been too concerned. His family was his anchor.

They were gone now, but the travelers, they would help him.

Derek said they were brothers. The father had smiled at him. Stiles shared his leftover hedgehog with him when he couldn’t eat anymore.

Mouth watering, Scott skirted along the edge of the trees, deciding to find them tonight, when the overwhelming smells died down enough for him to track them better. When the beast gave him room to think.

He didn’t realize the full moon waited for him just beyond the horizon.

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resave:

Teen Wolf - STEREK AU - The Little Mermaid

In which Stiles is Ariel, and Derek is Prince Eric

wow！

“I consider myself a reasonable man,” the sheriff began, his fingers coming up to his forehead to rub away the oncoming headache. “I set certain rules, and I expect those rules to be obeyed.”

Stiles winced. “But, Dad, I—!”

His father plowed on. “Is it true you rescued a werewolf from drowning?”

Stiles sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Dad, I had to,” he pleaded, willing the sheriff to understand.

“Contact between the human world and the wyre world is strictly forbidden! Stiles, you know that!” The sheriff’s hand came down to point at his son. “Everyone knows that!”

Stiles’ hands spread out at his sides. “He would’ve died!”

“One less werewolf to worry about.”

The careless dismissal from his normally caring father caused something hot and furious to unravel in Stiles’ gut.

“You don’t even know him!” he argued, his voice rising.

“Know him?” the sheriff echoed, disbelieving. “I don’t have to know him! They’re all the same: Soulless, savage, mindless flesh-eaters, incapable of any feeling!”

Stiles couldn’t believe the bigotry his own father was spewing at him.

“Dad, I love him!” he snapped without thinking, his eyes immediately widening in shock at his own admission.

Fear clenched sharp in his stomach as he watched his dad’s face go slack with shock.

“No…” his dad whispered, head shaking as his senses came back to him. “Have you lost your senses completely?! He’s a werewolf! You’re a human!”

Stiles looked off to the side, his chin jutting out stubbornly. “I don’t care,” he admitted defiantly.

The sheriff’s own jaw clenched in anger. “So help me, Stiles, I am going to get through to you,” he gritted out. “And if this is the only way, so be it!”

AND THEN HE THREW AWAY ALL OF STILES’ WOLF MEMORABILIA AND STILES WAS SO BUTTHURT HE CRIED A THOUSAND TEARS.