#maczyszstilinski

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This little Alpha of Mine

Another Steter au.. thing. enjoy~

Fem!Stiles/Peter Hale, Werecreature!Stiles

Half the population of Beacon Hills was overwhelmed with horror and pity when the Beacon County Sherrif’s office posted the missing person notice of one Maczysz ‘Max’ Stilinski. Her vehicle had been found in the parking lot of the Preserve lake with busted windows and blood coating the door and seats. Of course, the public didn’t know about the blood, Hale Pack had cleaned it up for John so there wouldn’t be any questions about why it looked more like a crime scene instead of a case of abduction. 

That isn’t to say that Hale pack was completely calm, either. All eight of them, plus a young Scott McCall, his mother, and Jeorek ‘John’ Stilinski were hit with multiple levels of frustration and worry that only grew to be more so with the more time that passed. The few tips the police department did get proved to be mostly duds and, after a week of her being gone with no credible lead, her case went cold. The deputies and police still looked for her, of course, they just weren’t expecting to find her alive. 

The pitying looks John got from work almost drove him to drink again, the knowledge that his daughter would come back from the grave just to kick his ass if he ever picked up the bottle again was the only thing that kept him from going back down that path. Scott, who had gotten into fights regularily when people said they were sorry for his loss, refused to believe that she was dead, never stopped looking. Hale Pack, too, had his back with this assessment, especially when Peter told them that they would be able to feel it if she were dead, through their pack bonds. 

It had also caused a burning shame at the realization that only Scott, Isaac, Vernon, and Peter had pack bonds with the eccentric Stilinski. It had caused a rift in the pack for a few days before everyone swore to be better when they found her. 

Sometimes that vow was what kept them all together. 

It was only because of the wards Max had put up around the old Hale house that he had been able to dodge the attack from Ennis, giving him just enough time for the rage and fury that had been bubbling under his skin for the past month of her disappearance to come to the surface in a vicious arch of claws that easily gouged out the tissue and muscle of his right shoulder, rendering it obsolete - at least for a few moments. 

They fought and fought until Ennis had his claws at Peter’s throat, sneering down at him in victory. 

The next instant he was on the ground screaming in fury and pain as a Fox / Coyote hybrid tore at the back of his neck with its teeth, platinum coat with russet furs scattered like a blush on its forehead and spine and black patches on its ears and in the center of its tail. It growled and gnawed until his spinal cord snapped and his screams had long since died, it continued after for good measure until his head was completely removed from his body. A fitting slow death for the murderous bastard if Peter did say so himself. 

He did not move when it turned its blood coated maw to him, licking at its chops with lowered ears as if it didn’t approve of the taste. Well, that bode(bade?) well for him, didn’t it?

Or so he thought until the hybrid approached him and gave a long lick to one of the healing wounds on his arm. He seized when an accompanying growl came from the door, a Coyote flashing brilliant blues in warning, jerking back only when his flashed back. 

“How incredibly unhygienic,” he mused, brow-raising when she huffed in amusement and licked at another one of his wounds across his chest, speeding the healing of his wounds. “And who is the Princess Charming to my oh so elegant Damsel in distress?” a low whine that time, accompanied by her ears pricking up at the various footsteps rushing towards them (from yards away but that only secured his theory further). She gave a single growl like yip at the Coyote at the door, nuzzled her nose against Peter’s neck, and promptly left out the back with her Coyote friend in tow. 

Something that interested him considering Fox’s weren’t pack animals. If she truly was a hybrid werefox/coyote then it would make sense as to why she was accompanied by a werecoyote, they tended to hunt in pairs and stay in family groups. She had understood him too and then scented him in a very intimate way. Regardless, she had saved his life - Max would’ve killed him if he died before finding her - and had lowered the threat of the Alpha pack that had made its way to Beacon Hills. 

He wasn’t expecting to see her again, but he did. 

Right as the second month passed after Max had gone missing Isaac and Scott had the great idea of forcing the Werecoyote to shift, thinking her a Malia Tate who had gone missing when she was eight or so with her little sister. He had found out too late, and thus was coming onto the scene of Isaac and the hybrid staring at one another, hunkered to the ground as if she were afraid with shrill whines leaving her maw. When Scott’s roar sounded through the forest her Alpha red’s flashed and a shrill howl left her. It wasn’t in challenge, it wasn’t even in answer, no it was released in grief at the loss of a pack member. 

“No, wait-!” he tried, but the moment he took a step forward she was bolting into the woods, disappearing just as a shirtless Scott cleared the tree lines, escorting a very unsteady teenage girl with his shirt on. Her nose rose in the air when the wind blew, whining low. “You’re an idiot,” Peter cursed Scott, then blinked when she rushed to him, stumbling slightly over her own feet, and buried her face into his bicep to try and smother herself in his scent. “You just broke a pack up, if you were going to do this to the one you should’ve done it to the other.” He didn’t bother to try and explain why she was relaxing at his smell - didn’t quite understand it either honestly - and didn’t even think when he wrapped his arm around her protectively. 

He didn’t know who either of them was but they had saved his life and that was something he wouldn’t forget. Not when they could be potential pack members, not when something was nagging at the back of his head about both of them. 

“The other one?” Scott questioned numbly, looking pained as the small victory was taken from him. “Isaac, what other one?” 

“There was another one, Scott, an Alpha. It uh, it looked like a Fox, coyote, wolf thing.” he was rubbing at his chest with a frown. “I don’t know about this one man, Peter’s right. She sounded so… sad.” Malia whimpered when she looked over the forest line, then buried deeper when she couldn’t catch sight of her den mate.  

When she was safely stowed away in the back of John’s police cruiser she immediately began trying to get to the picture of Max and John standing together smiling on his dash. Peter didn’t understand why until she began whimpering in earnest and trying to form words that she no longer remembered how to properly form. “Max,” it sounded like she was saying it around food in her mouth, but the name was there. “Maaaax.” her fingers wiggled through the little metal railings that separated the back and front of the police cruiser. 

“Of course,” Peter hissed, drawing together the points and small observations he had made along with his theories. “Max!” and then he was shedding his clothes and launching into the air, shifting so that he could chase after her faster than his two legs would carry him. He searched all night and all the next day but found no trace of her. The pack even joined him the next night, Derek having ‘appropriated’ the memory Malia had of Max. Derek actually trusted his uncle to view the memories he had seen, especially since it had to deal with Max. 

Turns out Malia had watched her face off against Kali - the one who had drug Max (she had a lot of cuts and smelled mostly of ozone and blood) through her window and presumably broke the others - and use her Spark to send rose vines through her Silent Hill style before, at last, it decapitated her and drug her body to the earth to serve as food for the Nemeton. Malia had padded forward to initially eat Max but had been surprised by the way she faltered against the ground, clutching at her abdomen with red-stained skin, a fresh bite in plain view on her forearm. She was rapidly smelling like not food and more like her kind, so she waited. 

Max had greeted the Werecoyote as her skin began to flush with fever. She told her briefly her name and how, if she were lucky, the bite would take and she’d get to be actual pack and wouldn’t die. Malia hadn’t understood, but Peter did, and so did Derek when he viewed the memory. It was their first clue in a long ass time-

It did nothing to alleviate the frustration, it only added to it actually. How could they not have thought that she would’ve been targeted by the Alpha pack, how could they not have assumed or thought about the fact that she could've been bitten or turned?

No, they didn’t see Max until she was saving Scott from the Darach who had tried to lunge at the newly appointed ‘True Alpha’, maw locked around her throat while her claws dug at her chest, trying for her heart. Deucalion and Peter were grateful for her savagery, were impressed by it, but Scott and Derek were too focused on the fact that she smelled like fury and grief. They were too focused that this was Max, that this was the smiling girl who was always cooking or baking for them, that was always comforting Erica and Vernon through their traumatic memories. This was the woman who was always scenting them, the one who had been the glue keeping them all together. 

“Max,” Peter breathed, chest rumbling comfortingly when she rubbed her head against his neck, ears and tail hanging low with her building nerves. 

“It seems,” Deucalion drawled as he crouched over the dead Darach, “that your friend is stuck in her shift.” he shoved his hand into the ragged flesh and tendon that Max had made of the Darach’s chest and ripped out her heart, then without so much as a secondary glance at the body, rolled the heart to the Hybrid. “If you eat that it will re-balance your energies and you’ll shift back.” 

“I could just force her shift, I’ve done it before.” Scott protested, not trusting the Alpha of Alpha’s. Peter dug his hand into the fur of her flank and soothed her pitched growls. If Peter was surprised when she actually shifted to lean more into him then he didn’t show it outwardly, no he was focusing mainly on the fact that her pack bond came into full strength when she did.

“It won’t work on Max like it did with Malia,” Peter told him, kneeling so that he was at eye level with her. “She shifted as she was dying, the last of her Spark most likely is the reason she even turned.” he picked up the heart and stilled Max when she took a threatening step forward at Scott when he growled at Peter. “It’s okay,” he soothed, taking the fact that Scott had actually retreated with a groan when her amber red/orange Alpha eyes flashed at him. “Max, eat this, okay?” 

It was only because it was him who had offered the heart to her that she was eating it, he knew this and it filled him with equal parts joy and smug arrogance. He was shrugging off his jacket and scarf the moment she finished eating, readying for when she shifted back and her inevitable nakedness. 

“Was it under your orders that Kali attacked Max?” If his answer was yes then Peter would kill him himself. 

“No,” a truth, “Kali regularly acted on her own, it does not surprise me that she met her end from one of her victims.” another truth, Scott flinched away. 

“She killed Kali?” it was said in pain and hurt - as if she had done so to personally slight the teenager. 

“Out of self-defense you idiot,” Peter hissed, eyes never leaving Max as she began scratching at her ears, whining low in her throat. “considering that she would’ve died if she were a human, I’d say it was completely justifiable. She killed Ennis too, saving my life, and that bitch over there saving your life.” 

“Then I’ve been trying to recruit the wrong wolves.” Deucalion murmured, sitting down with a heavy sigh so as to accept whatever fate befell him now. Honestly… he was ready for death, he had his sight back and with the death of his pack - whose bonds he couldn’t even feel them die through - his anger was dimmed. He no longer had a purpose, no longer had a plan. If he were being completely honest he was relieved. 

He joined them as they watched the hybrid shake and cry, lowering itself fully onto the floor with her body pressed as tight against Peter’s as she could get it. He was stunned when platinum fur receded into fair human skin dotted with moles and freckles like constellations. She was lanky, maybe five foot six at most, and had hair that reminded him of sunlight and laughter in a meadow that dropped to the middle of her back. She couldn’t be any older than eighteen, 

“Peter?” It was guttural and high pitched and it was perfect. Her hands shook when they reached for his face, trembling even when her fingertips ghosted over his scruff. She was naked and lying half on top of his lap but she was back, her whine and relief hit him full force when he sank his cheek into her palm, jacket covering up her naked skin from their prying eyes. “Peter!” and then she was launching into him, limbs at awkward angles as they scrambled to try and find purchase so she could press completely into him. “PeterPeterPeter.” she whined, burying her nose into his neck to drown herself in his scent. 

“I’ve got you, Max, I’m here.” he soothed, hefting her into his arms and against his chest to soothe both of them. He had gone so long without her that he had forgotten what it felt like to have her, forgotten her scent of Sandalwood and ozone, forgotten how her touch always sent warmth straight to his heart and relaxed him in ways he never thought possible. “I’m here.” he wasn’t going to let her go again, not after having lost her.

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The Problem with Reality

Fem!Stiles x Peter Hale, Time Travel AU snippet... thing~

<Next>

“Jeorek,” Deputy Jeorek ‘John’ Stilinski stared at the strange woman that was trapped in her overturned car. “Go to your wife before it’s too late.” her weakened grip on his hand squeezed once before going limp again. “Mischief needs you.” He had never seen this woman before and yet here she was, saying his real name and calling his son by his mother’s nickname for him. It was strange, it was incomprehensible how she could know, and yet… 

“Andrew!” another Deputy came to his side, looking almost relieved that he had been called away from his partner. “Andrew can you take over here? I - my wife-” 

“Of course, John.” he took his spot kneeling beside the dying woman and smiled prettily at her. When he spoke his words were muffled, almost a whisper compared to the dull ring of her ears. Death, how many times in her life had she contemplated it, come into it, and dodged it? Now though, now she could face it. She had fixed the past like she had meant to, she had given all those she loved a second chance at life. She had experienced so many deaths and so much heartbreak, but right now she felt at ease. 

“-ur name?” her name? That, too, had changed so many times in her life. Still, if she were dying then she could, at least, be honest with herself. Honest for the last time so that it could be the goodbye she’d never be able to actually give him. 

“M-Maczysz Hale.” She hadn’t gotten to use that name since she had gone back in time to fix everything and it felt good and so painful to say it now for, what was most likely, her last time. She remembered her father telling her once about how he had sat with a young woman who had gotten into a car accident until she died, leaving Max with her mother until she died. This time Max was born as Mieczysław Stilinski, an adorable little boy with a penchant for finding the supernatural without ever having been looking for them. 

That she couldn’t save his, their, mother was one of her few regrets. He’d have to go through that loss, but this time he’d have his father, he’d have Scott McCall and Derek Hale and Allison Argent to be with him through the years. He just wouldn’t have to worry about Scott getting bitten and turned into a werewolf, wouldn’t have to watch Allison die and know that he was the reason. He’d get to experience love - if the looks of fond adoration Derek Hale gave the ten year old were anything to go buy, it seems no matter the gender they always had a thing for a Hale - and he would never wonder who would notice if he actually went missing. 

He would be loved, she had made that possible. She could die happy for that alone. 

But she hadn’t gotten to love Peter again, hadn’t gotten to fall in love with him and hear him call her ‘Little Red’ or ‘Sweetheart’. In fact their last conversation was why she was currently driving out of Beacon Hills.

She hoped he didn’t blame himself when he learned of her death. 

She hoped he found love again.

“-am, you - eyes open, the - almost here - on the way. Ma-” she was okay with dying, she didn’t know what waited for her on the other end, but she was okay. She fixed everything she could and, if this was the price she had to pay every time, she’d pay the same price each time. 

Maczysz Stilinski, Originator, Emissary to McCall pack and then Hale Pack, wife to Peter Hale, daughter to Jeorek ‘John’ and Claudia Stilinski could die so that Mieczysław Stilinski could have his shot at a life better suited for him. 

She hoped he loved with his heart all the time and protected them as fiercely as he loved them. She hoped he’d get to love and be loved so completely that it made his soul complete. She hoped him happiness.

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Finding Hope Pt.1

Fem!Stiles x Peter Hale

Supernatural Au, Steter, snippet thing

“Dean,” Sam stared at the cellphone Dean held up, eyes watering at the broken female voice that echoed from it. “It’s been three months, I haven’t found you, I’m sorry. Sammy... Sam got real broken up, Dean. I just - I’ve always been alone, ya know, and then - and then you two come along totin’ shotguns and threatenin to kill my pack.” her wet laugh told them both that she was crying, something that ate away at both brothers. “Anyway, uh-” she coughed, cloth rustling as she no doubt wiped at her face. “Kev called, he uh, he escaped Crowley. I got him, he said he tried gettin a hold of Sam but… well, I - I’m sorry, Dean.” the message clicked off, Dean played another. “Hey, Dean, it’s Maxy again, I just, I - I don’t know why I’m leaving these, hoping you’ll come back and here them. If, if you do I uh, Kev and I went around. You’re not in Hell again, so that’s good, I woulda stormed the gates and beat Lucy black and blue, no matter how attracted to him I am.” she laughed nervously but Sam was holding his hand to his face in shame and horror. 

He had forgotten about Max. He had forgotten about their half-sister, he had forgotten about Kevin. 

“Dd,” Dean looked away so he could close his eyes tight at the cry his sister gave through the message. “Dd, I miss you. You’re not in Heaven, and neither is Cas. I almost got smited, smote? Whatever, they almost made me into angel dust, and I don’t mean the drug, for even asking. Where are you, Dean… where are you?”  the next message played immediately after that. “I uh, dropped Kevin off with his cousin, Kira today. She’s a Kitsune and is going to learn how to control it with some Skinwalkers, they’re pretty badass. It was his idea, must hate seeing me try to find you. I uh, I learned how to use my magic pretty good, who knows… maybe, maybe when we see each other again, it’ll be me saving you.” 

“Dean, I-” Dean held up his hand as he picked up the other cell and hit play, jaw working to release the tension and anger that had built with each time he listened to her messages. 

“You know, I’m used to being alone. Dad always had to work doubles or the graveyard shift and Scott was always doing lacrosse. Then.. then I found out I had two half brothers, one of which loved Curly fries and pie as much as I do.” her chuckle was heartbreaking. “And the other who focused just as intently on something as I do, one who always tried to research everything and cared too much. I don’t blame Samwise because I get it, he told me about the promise you two made but… but I didn’t make that promise, I wouldn’t have made it, and I think you know that. I’ve uh, kind of been ex-communicated from Heaven for entering Hell, they apparently frown on that.” her laugh was wet again but clicked off with a finality that followed with another message. “Hey, Dd. You remember Peter? The uh, the buff ‘were with killer blue eyes? I kissed him and kinda saved him from Hell. You uh, you never got to be in my life and, well, he’s really the only person I’m interested in. I would tell Sammy but I don’t - I’m uh, stupid and I lost his number.” No, his number had been disconnected and he had gotten a new one but never told her. 

“Anyway, I’m uh, I’m nineteen now and it’s my birthday. I uh, I know you’re not supposed to actually say what your wish is, but I - I really miss you, Dd. So I wished you were back. Peter says you uh, you might be in Purgatory. If you are - if you are, Dd, you better come back. If you’re missing a hand that’d be okay, we could totally hook you up with an Evil dead chainsaw for an arm.” her laughter was in broken sobs that was muffled instantly by her being hugged by someone. “If you come back, Dd, I’m - I’m not in Beacon Hills anymore. We uh, had some shit go down with some Ghost Riders. They suck. Peter and I, we’re traveling. I - I love you, Dean, and I love Sammy too.” the next message that played was not Max, but it was from her phone number. “My name is Peter Hale, Max calls you every week. She’s been missing for a month. If you’re back, if you come back, you need to help her. Help me. Because if she’s dead, if she dies and you two deadbeat brothers are alive I’m going to skin you and then dissect you.” 

“That, Sammy, was last week.” Dean told him without actually looking at him. “Our sister.” and Dean - he couldn’t say anymore - did the only thing he thought was truly smart. He walked out of the cabin, phone in hand, and immediately dialed the number she had used frequently to call him. 

“You better be calling because you just got out of Purgatory, found your fucking brother, or are the next of kin to tell me they’re dead.” The man, Peter, answered on the second ring. 

“I’m Dean and I did just get out of Purgatory. Where the fuck is my sister?” 

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So this is Maczysz ‘Max’ Stilinski for one of my current stories I’m typing out! I uh, first time editing a gif but I think it turned out okay? The story itself isn’t published yet, but I hope - if you enjoy Max - that you’ll check out my AO3 for when I do publish it!