Sterek One-Shots Book One (BoyxBoy)

Two Worlds, One Family

This was supposed to be a Tarzan!AU but meh. Author's note at the end. How great is thefiresfromheaven?

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        "Why aren't you as excited as me?" Stiles says, hopping on his saddle full of nervous energy. John gives his son a fond look while the horses pull the wagon at a steady pace, and Stiles grins back at him. It's just them now, heading East, they left the other travelers in the trail. They're from England, both so tired of traveling, but they were almost to where they wanted to be. They wanted to live by the sea like in Europe, a place that didn't burn with the memories of Stiles' mother.

John and Stiles had landed in New York they had intended to stay there until they had heard of Manifest Destiny in the West of America, and it was too much to ignore. Stiles is glad now that he thought of it, the air smelled better here, and he was looking forward to building a house right next to his. He didn't intend to live with his father, he was almost nineteen, and he was looking forward to building a new life. Stiles has hopes to settle down with a nice lady or man when they stop.

"I think that this it." John says, finally after they kept trailing. The horses knicker quietly, Stiles makes the sound back like always, and John smiles softly at him. Stiles looks around, and he sees just what he wants too, nothing.

"I think it is too." Stiles says, and John grins at him while he hops down from his horse. The place they stopped at is isolated by trees and the wilderness. Stiles jumps down from his horse to run his hand gently over it's head while he takes in the land around them. This would be their land, to raise crops, for him to raise a family.

Stiles can already hear the ocean waves slapping against the shore, faintly but it it is still there, and he just feels at home. "Let's make a camp." John tells him, and Stiles nods his head while he goes to the wagon to get the supplies.

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Stiles goes exploring early the next morning, just as his father is waking up to scoot the area for materials for them to build their houses. Stiles walks quietly through the forest, quick on his feet, and he takes in everything around him. He feels like a child again, the way he is playing, but at the same time he feels incredibly old.

He ducks under trees while the bird chirp around him, and soon he can see the ocean. Stiles creeps to the edge of the cliff to watch the waves. The air is cool to his slightly damp skin and he pants lightly as he takes a seat. He left his water at home but he isn't thirsty just yet, and the salty smell of the ocean invades his nose.

Stiles loves the place, more than he had ever loved England. England was his home, but after his mother died it stopped feeling like home and more like hurtful memories. John was the one who suggested that they leave England, and Stiles had jumped at the chance. At first, he was scared about leaving especially going so far away.

The boat ride over to America was something that he would like to forget, it was crowded with awful conditions, but soon they landed in New York. The city wasn't what Stiles or his father were used too. They had lived in the country of England, they would go days without seeing their neighbors, so the city was a shock. He didn't want to live in the city, nor did his father, so when he heard about Manifest Destiny from a man in town he mentions it to his father. John jumped at the chance, and soon they were off towards the west.

They wanted to own land, be by themselves, just to be happy to be away from everything. Stiles stands, too close to the edge if his father saw him, and he turns on his heels. He hears a crack in the ground, and he looks down to see that he had been standing on a fragile piece of the cliff. Stiles gasps softly as he stays still, but he quickly feels the ground slip out from under him.