On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.
But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…
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22 Sep 2018
When Stiles sleeps he goes to the white place he, Scott and Alison visited when they sacrificed themselves. He keeps seeing a white wolf there and he knows it's important, but he's just so tired.
Sequel to Flare. Stiles is ready to do anything, even kill himself, to escape the system of dominants and submissives. The question becomes what his Match is prepared to do in turn.
- Part 2 of Marks and Matches
“You know this would be easier if I could figure out what the hell I even am,” Stiles retorted before he could stop himself.
“We can discuss that, if you’d like,” Deaton said, as glacially calm as he always was.
Stiles sighed, hearing the instruction behind the blandness.
“A druid is a defender,” he recited, “a warlock’s adept at warring, a magician mimics, a wizard hordes wisdom, a mage is a maker, a sorcerer summons, a spark-”
Or, Stiles is a magical -something he's still trying to figure out- but it's hard to be a druid's apprentice, act normal despite his epic crush on Derek Hale, and not let his tenuous control of his abilities out him at every turn.
Which is about when a magical cat suddenly decides he's Stiles' familiar. Because of course that's what he needs in his life.
Stiles smokes. Sometimes. Not cigarettes, because the Sheriff would actually shoot him. But literal, actual, dragon smoke. Only when he’s upset, on one of his ranting, red-cheeked tirades, his eyes gleaming and his teeth flashing and his arms flailing (“Dude, eyes up here,” Scott usually snickers, elbowing Derek in his side, and Derek snarls and definitely does not blush) ---
And small tendrils of sweet gray smoke ribbon up from Stiles’ flared nostrils and the corners of his pink lips.
- Part 2 of Jet Smoke and Dragon Fire