An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Author’s note: This was a work of passion and I greatly enjoyed writing it! All the thanks to my artist @valiantbarnes whose art inspired me so much <3 You can find the art pieces for this story here! They’re all super cool and amazing so please do check it out :D
A big thank you to my amazing beta reader @corrosivity who kept me going and helped make this fic clean and nice!
And of course, a huge thank you to the mods at @steterreversebang who made this whole thing possible :)
Chapters: 12/12
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Talia Hale, Derek Hale, Kate Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)
Additional Tags: warnings for Kate Argent, Shaman Stiles Stilinski, Blood Magic, Slow Burn, they worship a moon goddess, Curses, Magical Stiles Stilinski, mute!Stiles, Beta Peter Hale, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Stiles is still a little shit, Mutual Pining, Denial of Feelings, they are both in denial tbh, Teasing, Masks, Full Shift Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe, set in olden day times, Cursed Stiles Stilinski, Magic, Lore - Freeform, Mates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alive Hale Family, UST
Summary:
When Stiles murders a man in order to heal his best friend, Scott, his choice leads him down a dark path. He unwillingly becomes one of the Cursed. After being cast out by his village, Stiles is saved by a pack of werewolves and adopted as one of their own. But Stiles is running out of time. With the help of Peter, a man of equally dubious morals, he must figure out a way to break his curse before it consumes him.
His father used to tell him tales of the woods, the moon Goddess, and her devotion to the shamans of their world. He told Stiles that he was blessed with the powers and blessings of a kind Goddess, his eyes amber gold and mischievous.
He wondered, as he was dragged, blinking blearily and blood dripping into his face, if she would cry seeing him like this.
Or maybe, this was her punishment.