A while back, I had read a ficlet where it turned out that werewolves were immortal, and eventually Stiles took the bite, only for it to kill him. I don’t remember where I read it or who wrote it, sorry!! Bree wrote it! But the fic is gone now. Sad!  But it spawned this dumb AU idea that I’ve been sitting on for a while.

Same deal: werewolves are immortal (though obvs they can still be killed). Stiles, being an overprotective turd when it comes to the people he actually gives two shits about, doesn’t want to leave them alone and unprotected when he inevitably kicks it. He could take the bite, but he knows that it could kill him. 

He eventually finds a ritual that would make him immortal, but the cost (because there always is one) is that he’ll never be able to leave Beacon Hills. He goes through with it, figuring, at the time, that the benefits outweigh the cost. Over the years, Beacon Hills develops urban myths about wolves and people who don’t seem to age out in the woods.

Stiles has absolutely no buyers remorse over his immortality, up until he fails to save the pack and they’re wiped out, and he’s left alone in Beacon Hills, unable to die or leave.

Some flowers and junk that get pretty lost in there, since colouring them looked overwhelming: mountain ash as usual, amaranth, graphalium (never-ceasing memory), shepherd’s purse (i offer you my all), a few cicadas (tithonus). The tree was going to end up being yew, but obviously I got lazy, whoops.