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Author's Note: Just to be clear, this is gonna be my collection for Teen Wolf stuff that is not in my Sword-verse. While I may reuse ideas, this is just for other TW fics. It's listed as a crossover with Hpverse because I also have prompts/ideas for crossovers that I need a location for and one collection is easier for me.
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Stacked with: Hogwarts 2.0 (T04); RAVEN (2024); MC4A (Fa-Yr7)
Individual Challenges: Stacker; Watts; Mutable; Spark Plug; Major; Delilah; Feather Head; Stacking Fool; Flashers; Royal; Shield; Magical MC; Old Shoes; Binger; Cinematic; Retail; Dreamers; Tossed Chum; Nonhuman MC; Shifter MC; Disabled; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion; In a Flash; Bucket Listing; Eating Cake (Y); Outer Limit; Two Cakes (Y); Crack Addict; Setting Sail; Bi Bi Bi; Shoppe; Outer; Zed Era; Finders; Rainbow Connection
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Assignment: Term 04 - Assignment 06
Subject [Task (Prompt)]: Ghost Hunting [Task#4 (someone who keeps to themself)]
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Library [Insurgent](Truth); Frenzy [New#4] (jar of coins); Adopt [130 - Slate] (slate); Poke [348 - Armaldo] (electric blue); Stardew [Wizard](broom); Bargain [Bluetooth Speakers] (gray)
RAVEN Challenges: A [32](Grabbing); Traits [1](Actuator); Colors [86](Silver); Items [4](Basket); Settings [85](Street)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (Snarkers)[n/a]; Chim [Missy](Protection; "Shadow" - Livingston; Outside); Fire [Void]; Garden [Remember (Queer Character)]; Hang [Phrase#01](n/a);
Representation(s): Pre Mieczysław "Stiles" Stilinski/Peter Hale; Spark Stiles; Never an Alpha Peter; Turned Left AU
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Under the Bridge; Where Angels Fear; Getting On; Second Verse (Persistence Still; Middle Name; Unwanted Advice; Brooms Only; For the Vine; Most Human Bean; Muck & Slime; Dog Star); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Tomorrow's Shade; Eternal Boredom; Larger than Life; Unicorn; Creature Feature; Abandoned Ship; Head of Perseus; In the Trench; Turtle-Duck; Call Me Dantes; Sitting Hummingbird; Some Beach)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terse; Toad); SN (Rail; Spare); FR (Satisfaction; Evolution); O3 (Oath); War (Sanctuary; Ennui); Wings (n/a)
Space Address (Prompt): Ship 4E (Enemies to Lovers); AU 5A (Shopkeeper)
Word Count: 876 words
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Quest Shop
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The shop was open according to the sign hanging in the glass door. Stiles still hesitated outside on the sidewalk. The bay windows on either side of the door was covered from the inside with what looked like brown paper. The paper had splotches that had lightened the brown to an anemic-looking tan. Stiles had his doubts about the quaint little shop in general, but he knew for certain that he did not want to know what had caused the discoloration.
Still. He needed to go inside if he was ever going to know for certain if this shop had what he needed.
Stiles pushed open the door. There was some kind of bell contraption on the lintel that rang out when the door brushed against it. At the same time, a series of electric blue lights flowed out through a string of fairy lights running along the walls and ceiling of the shop. Stiles followed the central path farther into the store.
The slate tiles beneath his feet were just rough enough to not be slick. Care had been taken to mix the natural variations in the shades of gray. It only took a few feet for Stiles to realize that every time he stepped on a tile that was the darkest shade, another pulse of electric blue went through the lights overhead.
Eventually, he reached the half-circle desk that served as both marker for where the employee-only space started and held the ancient looking register. Right next to the register was a clear glass jar filled with what appeared to be solid gold coins. There were also three little wooden baskets lined up on the top of the counter. Each basket had a different color liner in it along with being filled with different small objects. Not seeing any kind of shop attendant so far, Stiles hit the gleaming silver bell beside the register. Then his ADHD took over and he grabbed a tiny broom from one of the baskets. He made the broom dance across the counter like the mop from that Fantasia short with Mickey Mouse.
"I would be very careful how I used that if I were," said the shopkeeper as he stepped out from a doorway on the other side of the desk. The man was handsome with piercing blue eyes. He was slightly shorter than Stiles but his shoulders were twice as wide. Just like Stiles had been warned, the man was heavily scarred down the right side of his face and neck. Despite the warning, he felt his stomach twist in distress.
It took so much to scar a werewolf, let alone scar them that badly.
As disturbing as that was to Stiles after so many years of being in the supernatural world, it meant that his contact had likely been telling the truth. This supply shop was owned and operated by Peter Hale, former left hand to Talia Hale and what was likely the last survivor of the once flourishing Hale pack. Which meant the man standing before him was Stiles' only hope of getting into the cave system under the Beacon Hills Preserve.
"Did you want something?" The werewolf's face was eerily blank even as his gaze stayed fixed on Stiles, clearly assessing him. Even after being a werewolf for years, Scott wasn't as controlled in the face of a potential threat. Then again, Scott was more like a chihuahua than a wolf. "Or are you here to fuck around and waste my time?"
"You say that like fucking around would be a waste of time," Stiles quipped before he could engage his brain to mouth filter. He gave the werewolf a leering once-over before letting his eyes flash the violet he had acquired as he developed his spark when they met Peter's again. Peter tensed briefly before all of his muscles visibly turned to liquid. Even disfigured and packless, a left hand was still ready to destroy any threat. Stiles held his hands up in a show of surrender. The tiny broom ended up tucked between two fingers. "But we can table that for later. How do you feel about going on a quest?"
"And what's in it for me, spark?" Peter didn't sound particularly enthused, but then all of the intel Stiles had gathered suggested that since awakening from the catatonic state that he had been in following the fire of the Hale pack house, Peter had lived on the outskirts of even mundane society. People of any species just weren't his thing anymore. It was honestly a mystery how he wasn't completely feral.
"Would revenge be enough?" Stiles asked. He rolled the broom between his fingers like it was a coin while maintaining eye contact with the wolf. "We both have unresolved conflicts with Gerard Argent. It just so happens that I found the location of his medical team." Stiles made a face before shrugging. "Well, I don't think they ever went to actual medical school unless it was the same one as Victor Frankenstein, possibly with the same success rate."
"Gerard is still alive?"
"Unfortunately," Stiles said. "Dude's like a fucking roach."
Peter gave a smile toothy enough to have Stiles reassessing just how feral the werewolf was.
"Count me in, darling."