#fayesalvatore

[stilsinski]

you and i collide | faye&stiles

Werewolves. Now those were something Stiles had eventually come to grips with. The fact that they existed, that there were a bunch of them that resided in Beacon Hills, and even that his best friend since forever was now one and Stiles could now be known as he who runs with wolves. It was the whole vampires, original vampires, witches, hybrids, freaky deaky magical barrier, and homicidal maniacs part that practically drove the hyperactive ball of sarcasm over the edge. Of course, this could have been totally manageable if Stiles had someone to talk to about it all. That he could rant to about all this supernatural bullshit that had befallen the town.

Unfortunately for him he was rendered incapable of talking to anyone about any of it. Not Scott, not Caroline, hell, not even Tyler Lockwood if he ever even wanted to. There was no one he could talk to about it, which was precisely the reason as to why he was practically banging down the door to the Salvatore mansion. He realised that he probably should have toned it down considering the two male Salvatore's had a reputation of scaring the shit out of people, but all Stiles could think about was confronting Faye Salvatore. He was going crazy (even more so than usual), and it was all her fault.

[handofthenorth]

if i didn't know better | jon&faye

So today was the day. The day most the camp had been waiting for, even if it wasn't a topic brought up much. It was bound to happen, and truth be told it was put on hold because of one person and one person only. Faye Salvatore. Perhaps not directly because of her, but she was definitely the main reason why Robb hadn't wed Katherine as soon as she had arrived in their camp. He may never admit it, but Jon knew better, and after the conversation he had with Ruby, he knew how hard today would be on the both of them. Duty told him to seek out his brother, to be by his side. But he couldn't, not when he was the only person other than Robb and Ruby who knew just what this day would mean. To some people more than the other.

It's why he found himself outside her tent first thing in the morning, simply nodding at the guards who stood outside her tent and slipped inside. Faye was usually an early riser, this he knew because they often took walks together through the forest when everyone else continued to slumber. So to find her still in bed, though not surprising on a day such as this, was enough for him to know he made the right choice in coming to see her first. Her back was still to him and he didn't know whether or not she was awake, but that didn't stop him from sitting behind her on the bed, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Faye... are you awake?" He asked softly, though from the hitch in her breath he knew she was well awake by now.

[stilsinski]

if i didn't know better | stiles&faye

Scott still hadn't answered his texts by the time he had left home that morning so Stiles figured Scott was just taking the bike to school again. On one hand he didn't mind the drive alone, but on the other he needed to talk to his best friend. After meeting Clara Salvatore in the woods of all places, the random appearance of Daniel Salvatore and 'disappearance' of Mr. Harris, not to mention all the files about the Salvatore's in general in his dad's computer, it was all too weird for it to just be coincidental. Excluding the factor of Derek and his wolves, there was definitely something else going on in Beacon Hills. And of course, Stiles was always the one that needed to know what went bump in the night.

After he parked in the lot and quickly ran inside to try and find Scott, Stiles stopped short in the hallway when he saw a figure struggling with her locker. He recognized her vaguely from his English class. Faye. She was yet another Salvatore, and Stiles was well beyond thinking the appearance of another Salvatore was just another coincidence. "Need a hand with that?" He asked as he walked up to her with a friendly smile. He figured getting to the bottom of the Salvatore mystery could start with him getting to know them all. Or at least the ones that didn't seem homicidal. "These lockers are pretty old... so they usually just need a little push... do you mind?" 

[handofthenorth]

the sun will come out... | jon&faye

It was eerily quiet. Quiet enough for the birds to be the cause that woke him up. Not the sound of men fighting in the training grounds, or the chatter as they conversed around the newly lit fires. Jon was usually a light sleeper, but sleep hadn't been good to him as of late. At least ever since his new position had been given to him. Jon let out a sigh and rose from his bed, knowing he had no chance in getting back to sleep. It was just past dawn, that much he could tell with a quick glance outside his tent and saw the quiet grounds. He quickly retreated back inside and put on his hunting gear, rousing Ghost from his sleep and petting him before he out towards the woods. Surrounding himself by nature gave him peace of mind, and peace was what he needed.

Jon found himself heading towards the familiar clearing in the woods, completely surrounded by trees but still with an opening that gave a clear view of the sky above. It was one of his favourite places near the campgrounds. Just as they neared the clearing Ghost suddenly took off towards it, and thinking he was chasing the hunt, Jon followed, drawing an arrow from his quiver and readying it as he ran. He stopped abruptly when the sight in front of him brought out a small chuckle. "Faye what in gods name are you doing out here so early?" He grinned as he walked towards them, eyeing Ghost who was happily perched by her feet. "I almost mistook you for tonight's meal." He chuckled as he returned the arrow to his quiver and knelt down to scratch Ghost behind the ears.