butyoureyessaidyes:Teen Wolf AU: After the wolves and hunters exhaust all their efforts to take down
butyoureyessaidyes:Teen Wolf AU: After the wolves and hunters exhaust all their efforts to take down the darach, Stiles takes a swing at the problem. [x]Stiles is armed with a baseball bat. It’s not even made from mountain ash or infused with wolfsbane or mistletoe or unicorn snot because the all-night supernatural sporting goods store is closed on account of not existing, and ordinary people prefer their bats to be made from maple, evidently. So, sucks for him. And for the fate of humanity because that is seriously his life right now.“The boy who runs with wolves. The boy with no name." Ms. Blake gestures to his bat. “Come to play?”Stiles closes his eyes and ignores her. He needs to get in the right headspace for this to work properly.Ms. Blake’s brow furrows for a moment as she observes him. “The spark?“ She whispers it like a secret. “You’re humanity’s salvation? You?”When Stiles’ bat begins to crackle with energy, his eyes snap open to focus a dark look on his target. “Call me whatever you want,“ he replies with a shrug of his shoulders. “All I know is you hurt my dad, and you hurt my friends. You’ve wreaked havoc on my home, and you’ve killed innocent people. It’s all gone on for way too long.” Stiles drags his bat along the grass and slowly begins to walk forward. Ms. Blake swallows, looks anxious because even though she can’t read Stiles, she can feel the power vibrating off the bat. And that power—that spark—came from Stiles.“The boy who believes,” Ms. Blake says, taking an involuntary step back.Stiles rests the bat on his shoulder. “The boy who is tired of your shit,“ he corrects as he prepares to swing. "Checkmate.” -- source link