#nemeton

[lavendersquad]

I wish they explored the connection between Scott and the nemeton because it was heavily implied in s3. Like what do you mean Scott was drawing random symbols which he was so compelled by that he had to tattoo it on his arm, just for him to see the exact same symbol on the magical tree when he died, and all this was never spoken about again?

[cosmics-canteen]

“Kiss my axe.”

[thelonelyscribe]

The Nemeton of Beacon Hills

So I’ve had this little idea running around in my head for a while…

The druids called the Nemeton the world tree, treating is as a sacred space acting as the centre for all their rituals. It stands to reason that after all the magic that it was surrounded by, the Nemeton wasn’t really a normal tree anymore. It gained some form of sentience, linked to the land around it, and to the supernatural beings that considered it home. Eventually it became a symbiotic relationship. The Nemeton lent its powers to the supernatural that it called its own, while drawing some of their excess power into itself to grow stronger, more powerful.

But then, as the Nemeton grew stronger, it started to attract all sorts of dangerous and powerful supernatural beings to Beacon Hills, eventually prompting the ancient tree to be cut down in an effort to destroy the beacon it had become. Except, with how much power the Nemeton had gained in all the years leading up to this point, it didn’t really die. The symbiotic relationship was cut off, and the tree was trying to draw in more power than it was giving out to try and heal itself. But then the Hale house fire happens, killing most of the supernatural beings it could draw power from. Laura and Derek leave as well, leaving the tree desperate for a new source wherever it could find.

Claudia Stilinski was human, but there was always just something about her that hinted at something more. The way she could bring plants back from the verge of dying, the way animals flocked to her, the way life itself seemed to adore her. What exactly she was, it wasn’t clear, but there was a spark of something in her, a spark that drew the Nemeton in like a moth to flame. It started to draw on that spark, pulling everything it could from the young mother, not realising the devastating effect it would have on the human. Eventually she too dies, drained of what little essence had been keeping her alive. The Nemeton slept again.

Stiles was human, but just like his mother, there was something other about him. It wasn’t as noticeable when he was a child, but as he grew older, that spark in him grew too. Eventually, it grew to the point of rousing the Nemeton. Just like with Claudia, the Nemeton drew power from Stiles, gaining power more and more with each day. Eventually, though it hadn’t reached anywhere near the level of power it once did, Stiles’ abundance of untapped power allowed it to do what it could do once more. Slowly, but surely, the Nemeton was able to give back some of the power it was gaining into the only other supernatural in Beacon Hills that needed it.

Peter Hale had been in a coma for years, before something shifted in him just enough to kickstart the healing again. It wasn’t absolute, but it was enough to change things. Eventually, his actions caused the return of Laura, the Hale Alpha, and the Nemeton grew stronger. Peter kills Laura, and becomes the Alpha, prompting the return of Derek. Scott is turned, then Peter is killed, and Derek becomes Alpha, creating his own betas, and really bringing back the supernatural to Beacon Hills. The Nemeton gets stronger, but it isn’t enough. With its renewed, but limited powers, the tree acts as a beacon, attracting stronger and stronger creatures to the town to gain more and more power. The Alpha Pack and the Darach arrive, not knowing that they were drawn in by the ancient world tree.

Then three teenagers perform a ritual to find their parents, opening the door for the Nogitsune that had been trapped all these years. The Nemeton isn't strong enough to contain it anymore and the dark creature reeks havoc across the town, havoc that feeds the tree. Things change after that. A bridge was built between the tree and the teenager that had been possessed by the malolevant spirit, and for the first time in years, the Nemeton is finally healing, properly. The young spark is chaos and mischief, and completely unaware of the power he will one day wield, the power that the formerly dying tree is thrilled to tap into.

The Nemeton becomes protective of its little spark, and grows fond it him, following his adventures through the magic that ties them. It watches Stiles as he gives his all for his friends, his family, his pack. It sees his love and his dedication, sees his loyalty and bravery, sees the unspoken bond between the spark and his wolf.

And it loves Stiles so, so much. Stiles is the reason its living again, finally, and it wants to say thank you to the young man that helped change everything. The Nemeton is not yet as powerful as it once was, but it gathers what power it has now to grant its spark a beautiful gift.

Stiles is walking through the woods one night, drawn there by something he can't name. He doesn't know where he's headed, but the pull in his heart guides his feet, finally taking him to the stump of the ancient tree that is the heart of Beacon Hills. For a minute, he freezes, unsure of what he is seeing, before rushing forward, already pulling off his outer shirt to swaddle the tiny sleeping baby that rests on the infamous tree. He looks into the little face and sees familiar features that cause an ache in his heart, the thick eyebrows, the slanting nose, the adorable ears. He gasps when the baby wakes and opens his eyes, revealing the same amber that he had seen in the mirror ever day. He feels then what has been done, the gift that has been bestowed upon him, and his heart beats so hard, he becomes afraid it would just out of his chest.

As he continues to stare down at the little boy, his son, he eventually feels a presence emerging from the trees. He doesn't speak when the wolf closes in, staring in awe at the baby in his arms, doesn't hesitate to press the cooing child into the older man's chest, letting him feel what he himself has already felt. Absolute love and devotion, tying the spark and his wolf, to this sweet little baby. When they eventually leave the clearing, long after the sun has started to rise over the sleeping town, Stiles turns back to say just one thing.

"Thank you."

The Nemeton doesn't answer, but the gentle pulse of magic Stiles feels as he leaves is enough.

[werewolfnatural]

Okay but running with the Nemeton-created-Eli theory is just. Scary as hell but also really funny. Like imagine Stiles and Derek both feeling drawn out to the tree stump, confused as hell as to why they feel like they HAVE to get there, only to find baby Eli full on baby-in-a-basket-style.

So they take him to the station because duh they need to figure out who his parents are, so they run his dna but since his eyes flared they keep it quiet since they don’t think a social worker can handle a werewolf baby

And just who’s dna gets pinged?? None other than the (exonerated) murder suspect Derek Hale AND the delinquent sheriffs son Stiles Stilinski (who’s dad once booked him to try and scare him after he first stole the Jeep when he was like 14 (which definitely did not work))

Noah just reads the results, sighs so hard he nearly breaks something, and then goes to Derek’s loft where he and Stiles are babysitting the kid, and he can hear the bickering and sarcasm before he’s even through the front door

*then Stiles and Derek go on to raise Eli, Stiles decides he doesn’t want to be in the FBI and instead opens up a private investigation business specialising in supernatural shit, they buy a house together, they fall in love, Noah has flashbacks to raising Stiles whenever he babysits Eli and Derek has a family that loves him*

[erotonia]

[loverslodge]

Trusting Love

Summery: You are a nemeton born prophet and Stiles maybe had a difficulty trusting you while you kept on falling in love with him

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: mention of trauma, angst, fluff

A/N: this is my very first work. very excited to dive into writing the world of fanfictions that have occupied my brain.

The fight with Nogitsune had ended. Stiles had returned to his pack and Scott was glad to have his best friend back. but there was still tension between them. unsaid, they both were under a guilt. Stiles was living with the guilt of harming his pack while Scott was guilty of not being the friend he used to be.

But in that scene, there was someone else too. You. You became their friends when you came new to the school. But your new arrival was overshadowed by Kira’s arrival, the clumsy kitsune who immediately became a big part of the pack. You were brought into this mess when Deaton found a birthmark on your shoulder that looked like Nemeton. You had walked in the animal clinic with your cat for her routine checkup when this happened. Deaton helped find the displaced feeling of belonging in you. He helped you with the research that determined that you were born of Nemeton and that made you a beacon to the supernatural as well. That made you understand why you kept on having strange prophetic visions. They would come to you when you least expected them. But one of those visions saved Allison Argent, the anchor and soulmate of the pack’s alpha.

That’s how you met the pack and that is how you know how Scott and Stiles are feeling towards each other. Something in you wanted to make things right but the distance between the two kept on growing and the anxiety of not being close enough to either of them to talk about this was also not helpful. Soon, Scott had a beta Liam and the distance grew.

Stiles was always there for Scott though and you saw that. Your eyes, involuntarily, would always follow Stiles. You knew that Stiles was deeply into Lydia and now was dating Malia, who was the first one to lend you a friendly hand other than Kira. The girls of the pack had taken you in quicker than the boys which you understood.

But hearing good things about you drew in the boys one by one except Scott who trusted you as soon as you saved Allison. It started with Issac when you helped him get hold of his wolf because he hallucinated that he was trapped in a closed space. It came to you as a surprise when Derek started trusting you after you rushed into his loft and dragged him out before he would blow up along with his house. Liam came to you one day with a little claw problem but you fixed it up by helping him get out of his own head. Even Parrish took a liking to you when you helped him get closer to discovering who he is by providing vital information. It was Stiles who took his sweet time. He had gone through so much so you understood his distance, especially when you were born of the thing that nearly killed him and his friends.

Lydia was the first one to tell you that she knows you have a crush on Stiles. Allison overheard her and now she knows too. The three of you decided not to tell anything to Kira because of her clumsiness. She is more likely to spill secrets than turn into an actual fox which was a high possibility and telling Malia was completely out of the question.

Pack meetings would happen often and being that close to Stiles was getting out of hand. Your brain would fuzz up and your heart won't calm down. Every supernatural in the room probably knows about the raised heartbeat by now. It was Scott who held you back after the meeting. Lydia was waiting for you in her car. “Is everything alright?” Scott asked you worriedly. “Yes I am fine. Nothing is wrong. Everything is ok.” You rambled before stopping yourself.

Stiles walked into the room to talk to Scott and your heart skipped a beat. Scott’s eyes widened and you knew he found out. Before he could say anything, you jumped up and took off without a second glance. You sit in the car with Lydia when you let your mind drift to Stiles. You have always wanted to know what he thought about you. You muster the courage to ask Lydia to do you a little favour. She smirked as if she already saw your question coming and agreed to follow up on it. But you had to meet Stiles, way before you got the answer.

You became the pack historian and researcher along with Stiles. Because of your lack of superpowers except prophetic visions, you weren’t exactly an active member on the field. Stiles, having more experience than you since the beginning of the tale, held a bit of a superiority to you regarding research and history. So you decided to do something about your lack of work. You pulled a few all nighters but finally finished writing the tale of true alpha and his pack with utter detail.

You brought your document with you when you had to work one on one with Stiles. It was last minute really. Till the last moment, you thought Scott and Allison were joining, mostly to help you stay focused. But now, here you are, with a bit of a grumpy Stiles and fuzzed brained you in Stiles’ kitchen. Even his dad had a night shift tonight so it was literally just the two of you.

The papers were scattered all over the counter and all the books you could find on the topic were also all over the counter and dining table. Stiles was standing near his crime board. He looked so hot. Not to be crass but you could not think anymore! Your research abandoned, your eyes roamed all over his body. You did not realize and you are pretty sure nobody else has that Stiles had started growing muscles. His freckles spread across his face and arms made him look like covered in stars. His hair looked so soft and silky, you wanted to run your hands through them. His eyes narrowed in concentration and the crinkle on his forehead made you wish you could kiss it away. His lips, oh dear his lips were so kissable. You could not move on from his lips till you heard him clear his throat.

Stiles was looking at you with raised eyebrows. You stood up from the chair and walked to the kitchen counter. “Here, see this? This is the closest to what we have been looking into. I think this is the direction we should go with.” You point to the chapter in the book and few other printed pages that match your story.

You were so much trying to avoid his eyes that you didn't realize when he stood near you, almost enveloping you into his arms. You were trapped between his arms. His chin almost rested over your shoulder and his chest squishing you against the counter. You suddenly became more aware of the situation. Was he doing this on purpose? Does he like you? Did he know you are in love with him and was teasing you?

You straightened yourself and turned around just to find his lips almost on yours. You look up to see his eyes on your lips. Your thoughts, barely formed, are shattered, when Stiles’ lips meet yours. Your eyes close itself and your lips kiss him back. Your hands make their way to his neck and pull him even closer. His one hand wraps around your waist and the other holds your face. The kiss grew heated, urgent. His hand slipped in your shirt but just to hold you tighter. You finally had the chance to roam your hands in his hair. Your breathing was going ragged and his scent had filled in your heart.

He slowly pulled away and looked right in your eyes. You were looking for questions but he was not going to answer them. The look in his eyes was bright enough to tell you that what happened was a mistake and should never have happened. You pick up your bag and laptop and walk out of the door leaving Stiles standing right where it happened.

You told Lydia, Scott and Allison everything. You knew that Stiles had told Scott about what had happened and you knew that Scott knew what Stiles was feeling. But you did not want to know. Your fear of rejection had taken over you and you left the question at the back of your mind.

Stiles did everything to avoid you. Even in the classroom, he pretended to study. You sighed and dragged yourself through the day. The kiss just won't leave your mind. It gave you tingles, butterflies, hell, the whole zoo was still jumping in you every time you think about it. You confess to yourself that you were aroused. Not that it was shocking since thinking of Stiles was usually your way to enjoy yourself. You did research on your own and forwarded your findings to Scott.

Lydia tried to talk to you about Stiles but you cut her off and told her you were not in the mood. Two weeks had passed since the kiss and every time you saw Stiles, he avoided you very obviously. Scott would always look at you apologetically before running off after Stiles. The pack divided itself into two. Malia was also nowhere to be seen. You wanted to talk to her. You wanted her to know that stealing Stiles was never your intention. You talked to Kira as well. She understood why you did not tell her and forgave you. Allison, Lydia and Kira arranged an intervention for Malia to get her to talk to you. Malia would not say anything. She lets you finish talking for the first time before jumping to conclusion. Once you were done, she sighed and held your hand. She told you that she had broken up with Stiles way before any of this happened. Stiles had grown distant and the pack took up so much of their time, that a breakup made much more sense. She told you she figured you liked him but did not say anything till you told her yourself. It seemed that things were healing around you.

Scott had run out of patience. He wanted Stiles to not mop around and so he gathered the rest of the pack and ran a plan. He trapped you and Stiles in Derek’s loft. Derek was against it but then again, he wasn't exactly around to oppose. Scott told you that this is an important pack meeting and this time you cannot avoid Stiles. You said yes. You showed up only to have the loft door locked behind you. You look around to find Stiles sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands.

You walk up to him and ask him if he is alright. He looks up and you see tired eyes. Worry take over you and sit next to him with your hand on his back, caressing him. “Are you alright? You need to sleep, Stiles.” Your soft voice makes Stiles look at you. “Why, Y/N?” he whispered. “Why what?” His question confused you. “Why did you let me kiss you? Why did that kiss leave me senseless? Why do I trust you even though I don't want to? Why?” Stiles’ questions stumped you.

“I cannot answer any of those questions but one. I let you kiss me because I wanted you to.” You gulped. It was time to tell him how you felt and you were not going to hold back today. “I let you kiss me because I am in love with you.” You move away from Stiles, ready for rejection.

You feel his hand on your wrist and before you know, he pulls you on him. His head rests on the armrest of the sofa and your face lands very close to his face. He wraps his arms around you and traps you on him. Your eyes widen. You don't know what has gotten over Stiles. He lifts his head and brushes his lips against yours. You capture his lips and hold his face. You lay his head on the armrest and this time, you control the pace.

The kiss was slow, soft. Stiles put his hand in your hair, angling you towards more passion. His other arm lifts your shirt and snakes his arm around your exposed waist. The kiss got more urgent but you wanted to hear Stiles say that he at least liked you. But Stiles’ kiss would not let you. He moved his lips from your lips to your neck. Your moans fill up the empty loft. He nibbles your neck, trying to leave a mark. You run your hand through his hair and your moans vibrate in his ears. Satisfied, he kisses your cheek and lifts your face to look you in the eye.

“I do like you. It might take me time to reach love but I would like to be your boyfriend. I really do like you.” He sits up with you still on his lap. He leans his forehead on yours and kisses the tip of your nose.

“Maybe this is why you trust me?” You brush his hair in place. His hands in your hair, detangling them. His soft gaze is on her. He cannot believe he was ignoring his feelings all this time.

He saw the pack trust you but the Nogitsune had messed him up. He wanted to talk to you but the pack was always near you and then he started dating Malia, just because. Maybe he wanted her attention. He got jealous seeing her talking to other pack members. It made him question if he was good enough for her. He had lost opportunities. Malia breaking up with him was probably the best thing that happened to him. The night they had to research together, he was thrilled. He pretended to stare at the crime board longer than necessary when he saw you staring at him. He liked how it made him feel. He couldn't hold himself back. He had to kiss you and he did. It felt like a relief, like he could finally breathe. And now, after a long time agonizing, thanks to Scott, he was able to kiss her again and tell her he wanted to be with her.

[drawinginhell]

FOUND!!! BEEFCAKE MOUNTAIN https://archiveofourown.org/works/20055265/chapters/47494945

Hey chat. Lost a time travel Teen Wolf fic on ao3. Hoping YALL could help me find it.

Stiles goes back in time bc shit happens. He becomes Alan’s apprentice or smth and apparently has no one to go to prom with. I think he and Peter were pining after each other in this one. As I remember, Stiles hasn’t told Peter about his time travel. I think he became Alan’s apprentice bc he lied to Peter abt it so he made sure it became a truth. It might’ve been in a series. Not sure. Been searching for a month. Pls help me.

Here’s the screenshot I had. I took a sc bc it cracked me up but now it’s all I have :(

[maria021015]

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