#seer!stiles

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Pls pls pls say you can help. Years ago I read sterek fic and all I can vaguely remember is stiles walking into a coffee shop sitting down and drinking out of drinks cup. Then he looks up and realizes laura and Derek don’t know him and says something along the line of “oh we haven’t done this yet”. (It’s NOT a coffee shop AU, it’s post hale fire in New York) I also remember he was half asleep when this scene occurred. I feel like it was the opening scene too.

Side note: you’re the reason I started reading ff in general again.

Well, I'm glad I could pull you back to the fanfic world. 🥰

I feel like it's a time travel fic? Or parallel universe?

Does anyone remember reading this fic?

Thank you everyone!! 💜

I Walked with You Once Upon a Dream by afullrevolution | 9.3K

Stiles has already seen his future and is confused about his past (it's all a bit like dreaming). Scott is just trying to help and Derek doesn't know what is going on, but is more than willing to go with it.

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A Random Stiles Idea

What if Stiles is unknowingly a seer and when he was ten, he had one of his first visions of dating Lydia? That would explain why he’s so hung up on her. He doesn’t really love her, but he thinks that he’s going to some day so he’s just really enthusiastic about making that moment come true.  But the day in his vision rolls around and he finds out that Lydia wanted him to pretend to be her boyfriend because a guy at the school keeps aggressively flirting at her now that Jackson is in London. He agrees because they’ve finally become friends and he starts to realize this new power he has and he starts rethinking all of those vivid dreams he had over the years, like when he dreamt about the Hales dying in a fire and then six months later, they did. It would also explain why he keeps dreaming about kissing Derek Hale. That gets him excited, too. 

[cherrysficrecs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Laura Hale

Summary Stiles has already seen his future and is confused about his past (it's all a bit like dreaming). Scott is just trying to help and Derek doesn't know what is going on, but is more than willing to go with it.

Cherry +1 Rec!!!

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Kingdoms Fall

Rating: M | Tags: Seer!Stiles, Witch!Lydia, fantasy au, 74k

The last teaser for Kingdoms Fall with yet another little (big?) piece of the art and a giant excerpt! Please enjoy and enjoy the little look at the gorgeous art @seanchaidh7 made!!

The wall behind the desk bore the Argent crest rather than the fangs Stiles was used to, and the rug was deep green instead of silver, starting at the back of the room instead of at the door. “Danger, sire,” Stiles said in a voice deeper than his own. The vision swayed and then settled before him. By the fireplace, a woman’s head turned. “Speak, Seer,” she instructed. Miss Blake’s voice was just as soft as it always was. She tilted her head, the fire gleaming strangely in her eyes. “Seer Andreas?” She didn’t move when he looked at her, but something in her face hardened. He turned back to King Gerard. “I have foreseen your end, Your Majesty,” he said, his voice steady despite the fear pounding in his chest. “I See it in the trees, in the grass, in the flowers of spring.” King Gerard stood so fast his chair skidded on the stone floor. “My death?” He asked it as if the idea that he could die had never occurred to him. “You will be killed.” Andreas’s voice went smooth and dreamlike, the fear draining and replaced with comforting certainty in his own powers, a certainty that was foreign to Stiles. “You will be murdered on a clear night in deep winter, at half-moon and calm sea.” He took a measured breath. “You will be killed with your back turned. You will be-” His body jerked. Pain ripped through them both like hot knives. Miss Blake stumbled, knocking a medal to the ground as she caught the mantle. Andreas gurgled as he tried to speak. Blood sprayed from his throat. “Betrayal,” he wheezed. More blood gushed from his chest and gut as he fell to his knees, clutching at his wounds. King Gerard rounded the desk, leaning over to stare down at him as he bled out, face spattered with blood. His mouth twisted with rage. “What?” he demanded. “Betrayal from who? Who is it? Who kills me?” The pain ebbed and flowed; Andreas no longer heard the king’s ranting. He pressed his bloody hand to the floor, just out of reach of the rug, mouth moving soundlessly. Stiles tore his hands off the book, sobbing, gagging. He grabbed at his own throat and chest, but he was whole.

Chapter one will go up on Thursday September seventh!

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Kingdoms Fall

Rating: M | Tags: Seer!Stiles, Witch!Lydia, fantasy au

A little teaser post for my current WIP that I'll be posting soon! With an absolutely stunning piece of cover art by @seanchaidh7 (and just a tiny teaser of that right now too!)

Excerpt:

Derek was glaring at him, standing next to the fire with his arms crossed. When Stiles returned his glare, he stomped over. His hand dropped, but his knife wasn’t at his waist, it was still in his boot. He tensed. “What?” he snapped as Derek got closer, holding his gaze. He would not cower. “I don’t trust you,” he snapped back. “Or your story.” Stiles scoffed. “Your Seer friend is the one who confirmed my story.” He glowered. “Seers can be fooled. Your story is awfully convenient,” he said flatly. “You just happened to be escaping a ten year imprisonment when we caught you?” “Caught me?” Stiles blurted. “You weren’t looking for me, you happened upon me.” Derek leaned in. “And yet we have you.” A shiver ran down Stiles’s back. “I’m sure you think you do,” he said evenly. Derek’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t get the chance to retort.

[midnightwinterhawk]

Square 16: secret relationship

This Time Around by Green (@yogi-bogey-box) & cowriter (orphaned acct)

79k | Explicit | Steter

Stiles is a seer dreaming about a pack of werewolves who die in a fire; Peter is a begrudging packmate who doesn't really feel like part of the family.

When Stiles finally crosses the line and changes the Hales' history forever, the two of them start up their own story.

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it's late BUT I DON'T CARE WIP Whenever just for fun!

From Kingdoms Fall:

It was almost as if they were in a performance as they walked to their usual seats, pretending not to see the audience while paying close attention to them at the same time. Stiles was happy to see that Prince Christopher, at least, was also watching them, and he looked…stern, which meant he’d heard something. Stiles took his seat and glanced sideways at Lydia. She was smiling gently to herself. Her hands shook when she reached for her glass. It wasn’t fear; she was so excited she could barely contain herself. Stiles looked around subtly as dinner was served. People were eager, curious. They had been denied their futures and fortunes for over a week, the Enchantress’s charms for days. They were almost spilling over with desire, but they did not approach—not yet. It surprised Stiles that he was able to eat most of his dinner before someone approached. He gently turned down a request to read some tea leaves as his plate was cleared away. He could feel Prince Christopher noticing it, becoming suspicious. He drank from his glass, filled with a warming dark wine to combat the damp chill of the night. He wished King Gerard were here to see this. He wished they could end him here, now, in front of everyone. He set his glass down a little too hard.

tagging for playing along or just looking: @tkwritesdumbassassins @raisesomehale @satashiiwrites @nerdy-stilinski @teencopandthesourwolf @rosieposiepuddingnpie @halevetica & whoever else might want to play! I don't have my list D:

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A long one!:

Stiles stood in front of the desk alone, breath caught.

The fire wasn’t lit, but it was clean and ready for the night; the silver rug was either clean or new, and the room smelled only of pipe smoke and fresh ink. Stiles looked at the fangs behind King Gerard’s head rather than his face.

“Are you struggling with your Sight, Seer?”

Stiles flinched. “I…”

“The truth.”

He risked checking his expression, then bowed his head, contrite. “I am.”

The silence was deafening.

Stiles counted his own breaths to dispel the ringing in his ears.

King Gerard stood, his chair creaking as his weight lifted. He poured himself a drink from a decanter on a tea cart of other drinks, then went back to his desk. “Why wasn’t I informed immediately?” The slick, dangerous tone was back, just under the false blandness.

“I was attempting to fix it myself, Your Majesty. I did not think I should disturb the king with such a small thing.” His voice shook—convincingly, he believed. He was certainly nervous enough for it.

“Oh?” He watched like a hawk, expression harsh.

Stiles tread carefully. “I thought I might be punished, Your Majesty. I thought if I worked to clear my Sight without…you having to worry over the problem, all would be well.” He caught his breath, wondering if he’d gone too far, but he could tell that King Gerard believed him.

“Do not hide this from me again.” He finished his drink without looking away from Stiles’s face. “There will be no public readings until this is resolved.”

Stiles exhaled. As he was dismissed, he couldn’t help smiling to himself.

Tagging for participation or just to see: @cephalog0d @satashiiwrites @raisesomehale @tkwritesdumbassassins @fyeahsterek72 @nerdy-stilinski @rosieposiepuddingnpie @spaceprincessem @ladiekatie @ohhalefire @pinkviper @halevetica @midnightwinterhawk