Teen Wolf: Stiles Stilinski in every episode ↳ Season 2 Episode 8 - Raving

• Stellae >> Stars (This also kind of influenced the name ‘Stellaris’, inspired by the shape of a sheriff’s badge)
• Caer (from Caerulus) >> Blue (because blue is just pretty)
• Aculei >> Sarcasm (at least, I typed ‘sarcasm’ in and this word came up, along with ‘barb’ and ‘sting’. I’m not sure how accurate this is, but let’s pretend it’s correct)
• Narcissi >> Plural of narcissus, the group of flowers daffodils belong to, the flower associated with Stiles in the fic. I don’t like the link this has to the word ‘narcissism’, but I was running out of ideas so just went with it haha

• Arc Doré >> Gilded Bow
• Cœur de Lion >> Lionheart (I imagine Victoria would have been the First Lady, until she died and the title went to Kate, moving Allison from Third to Second)
• Fossire >> A combination of ‘fossette’ (dimple) and ‘sourire’ (smile)
• Charou >> A combination of ‘chasseuse’ (hunter) and ‘loup garou’ (werewolf). I used this name as the newly bestowed title, because it feels like now she’s of age, Kate and Gerard would intend to bring her into the fold in spite of Chris who would have argued to keep her out of it all up to this point.

“Derek-” Stiles started, but stopped.

“What?” Derek asked, frowning. Stiles was emitting mixed signals, worry, strife, anger, loathing. It was a jumble and it put Derek on edge. Stiles swallowed, averting Derek’s gaze, his hand scratching at the back of his own neck.

“What are we doing?” Stiles asked. “Why did we leave Beacon Hills? Why are we driving to fucking Idaho, of all places.”

“We are going to Wyoming, Stiles,” Derek said, his voice calm. “And we are going because Chris says-”

“Chris says that he had contact with a group of hunters. Hunters, Derek. You’re a werewolf, so is Erica.” Derek clenched his jaw. “Why would you walk into that?”

“Because it will be safest for you,” Derek whispered. Stiles scoffed and Derek’s eyes narrowed. “I am serious. Erica and I can’t… protect you forever.”

“That is such bullshit, I can’t even begin to-”

“It’s not,” Derek said, cutting Stiles off. “At first, when we left, we were almost a full pack. We had Scott and Isaac still, and Jackson…” both of them quieted for a moment, thinking about how many friends they lost. “I thought at first, that we would be okay with just the pack, but then Allison wouldn’t leave her father and Scott wouldn’t leave her and you…..” Derek sighed, looking away from Stiles. Stiles bit his lip.

“I wouldn’t leave Scott.”

“Exactly.”

“So you are saying that I made the decision for you?” Stiles asked. “That if… Scott, if I hadn’t wanted to stay with Scott the pack would have gone off alone?”

“I’m not saying it is on your shoulders, Stiles. It is on mine. It was my decision, I’m the alpha and I decided not to split the pack. It is my fault that it was the wrong decision.”

“How can you know that?” Stiles asked. “How can you know that it was the wrong decision? Maybe if we went at it alone, we’d all be dead. Maybe Erica and I would be dead, what if you died?” Stiles’ voice cracked. “Either way, we’re fucked. Everyone is.”

Stiles freezes, so surprised that he loses his grip on his magic completely.

Scott grabs him and pulls him back, shouldering his way forward so that he is at least half between Stiles and the giant wolf and Stiles doesn’t bother pushing back because-

He is fairly positive that wolf is Derek.

In which Stiles is raised by (were)wolves, and he and Derek are childhood sweethearts that never stopped. Also, Kate Argent is a homicidal maniac but a very helpful plot device.