Stiles Stilinski finds out that his parents aren't who he thought they were. After the death of his father, he can no longer stay in Beacon Hills. Everything there reminded him of it. So he took Roscoe and together they embarked on their next advent...
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Neverland Pan's Tree
"What is this place?" asked Stiles. He was looking at the magical tree in curiosity. It kinda reminded him of Nemeton, but the energy it exuded was different... more... sad? Stiles wasn't an expert on magic, but this tree was soaked with regrets and misery.
Pan looked at Stiles proudly, aware that Stiles had no idea how much this place meant to him. In this very place, he made a decision to abandon his son, power in exchange for love. From that deep sorrow, self-loathing, and misery, grew this tree. Since then it has been fed the despair and heartache of many people, people who come and go, never staying – always leaving him behind.
"I see you figured it out," Pan remarked, watching as Stiles ate the pain of the tree unconsciously; Stiles's blackening veins a tell-tale sign of it. "Think of it as my... gift... to you. You'll never have to go hungry again."
Stiles looked at him with an unreadable expression on his face. "Thank you, Peter."
Peter offered him another rare smile and motioned for him to sit with him. Stiles obliged, plopping down next to Pan and looking at him with curiosity. "What's up?" asked Stiles.
"There's something I need to tell you, something you deserve to know."
Stiles perked up, his ears twitching, which looked a bit weird while being a human and all. Pan chuckled enamored by his little antics. "You... you can't get me pregnant or something... right?"
Peter burst out laughing, shaking his head in mirth. "No, Stiles. You are safe from me in that regard." Was he though? He didn't trust a trickster, what with being one himself. Stiles's sigh of relief sent him into another fit of laughter. "I wanted to talk to you about your parents and your twin."
"What about them?" frowned Stiles.
"Have you wondered why you are younger than Emma? Even though you're twins?" Stiles nodded his head, he did wonder about it, but he just blamed it on magic being weird.
"I did... but I kinda figured... magic?" Pan snorted like a horse, shooting him a boyish smirk.
"I see why you'd think that, but... no. I've been looking for you for a long time, Stiles. I had my shadow sent away on a mission to locate you. Unfortunately, he found you too soon," Stiles's eyes widened.
"That's why I'm so much younger?" Peter nodded his head. "But that makes no sense. I'm younger by a few years, not days."
"I was getting there... He was on his way here, to deliver you to me when he was intercepted," Stiles's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who could do that? "Black Fairy, she snatched the infant you from its hands and stole you away. As you know, she likes stealing babies, so she didn't think much of another one. She had no idea who you were, Stiles."
"Okay, that makes sense..." he allowed him to continue with his story.
"Soon the Black Fairy noticed that you were different from other kids in a sense that you weren't growing up, due to the prophecy interfering with it. You see, time flows differently in her realm, so by the time she realized who you were, she had you dropped back, but it was already a few years gone by in the real world."
