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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/Isaac_Lahey/Erica_Reyes,
      Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin, Lydia_Martin/Jackson_Whittemore, Derek_Hale/
      Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Derek_Hale, Lydia_Martin,
      Cora_Hale, Malia_Tate, Jackson_Whittemore, Vernon_Boyd, Isaac_Lahey,
      Erica_Reyes, Kira_Yukimura, Original_Characters
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      Alive_Hale_Family, Alternate_Universe_-_Boarding_School, Fae_&_Fairies,
      Vampires, Witches, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Knotting, Werewolf_Mates,
      sorta_A/B/O, Minor_Malia_Tate/Kira_Yukimura, Minor_Jackson_Whittemore/
      Danny_Mahealani, Alpha_Derek, Alpha_Scott_McCall, Vampire_Jackson
      Whittemore, Witch_Cora_Hale, Witch_Malia_Tate, Fairy_Stiles_Stilinski,
      Derek_Deserves_Nice_Things, Full_Shift_Werewolves, Royal_Stiles
      Stilinski, Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolves_Are_Known, Terrorism, Mpreg
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      Published: 2015-01-19 Updated: 2017-12-17 Chapters: 49/? Words: 78608
****** The Fairy's Wolf ******
by kuki
Summary
     In a world where non-humans mingle with humans in public schools
     until they became of age, about high school age, going instead to a
     specialty finishing school, a young halfling fae fights to stay with
     his friends. His fear of losing touch with his best friend, a young
     Alpha werewolf, has the pair pushing their relationship to the edge;
     and their relationship has the world on the brink of war.
     -or-
     where I apparently ship Skittles hard now, hate myself with this work
     load on top of my school work, switch up species because f-u that's
     why, make up mythology, and try to give Derek a nice life.
Notes
     Oh goodness. I must truly hate myself, another long fic on top of my
     stereks? Oh, and those archive warnings look terrifying. What am I
     doing? Oh well, so far, I like the story, and I hope you do too. And
     I hope you can bare with through the terrifying parts. I'm going to
     stop complaining about my choices and let you read the first chapter.
     Enjoy.
***** The Assembly and the Stone *****
Stiles was sitting next to his best friend in the theatre of the middle school.
He kicked the seat in front of him, not because he was bored, but because he
knew it was annoying the shit out of Jackson. He was more than ready to be rid
of the vampire’s douche-y ass.
Scott was tense next to him, so Stiles stopped to fill the silence with
meaningless babble. He mostly talked about his dad, who was back stage to help
with the event, and Lydia’s hair, and face, and her developing breasts. It
didn’t help his best friend though; it only made him glare at him. With a small
nod, Stiles stopped talking and looked up at the ceiling.
He knew why Scott was worried, obviously, but Stiles didn’t really know why.
Scott was a werewolf, an alpha. He hadn’t shifted at all yet, but Stiles had
seen his eyes go red one or two times in gym that year. It was unusual for a
non-pureblood wolf without a pack to be an alpha, so Scott was afraid the local
pack that took care of the Werewolf Summer Camp wouldn’t believe him.
Most of Stiles’ classmates were starting to show signs of their species. Some
had been such early bloomers that they had to be transferred to their
respective school mid-year. Some people like Lydia Martin, the girl he’d
someday marry.
He looked around to see some of his friends looking excited. Isaac, Erica, and
Boyd were laying on each other as they chatted. It had already decided that the
three of them were going to Camp Hale when they were bitten by a rogue alpha
almost two years ago. Cora and Malia were both annoyed. They were part of the
Hale family, but had gotten a suppressed gene for magic and were not looking
forward to going to the Witch Academy in San Francisco. Allison looked lost
without Lydia beside her. She was confident that she was going to be staying
put as her parents were in charge of Supernatural based crime at the Sheriff’s
Department. She smiled at him and waved slightly. He ducked because she and
Scott had just broken up and he should not have been fraternizing with the
enemy.
Before he could look around for anyone else, the lights dimmed and someone
walked up to the podium, the Principal. Then the Mayor, with his and Allison’s
fathers standing behind him in their uniforms. Then finally, the
representatives from all the schools were speaking.
The vampires were striking to look at, all pale skin and dark eyes. Their
voices were like honey as they explained some of the indicators of being one of
them. Stiles could see Jackass sitting forward in his seat as he listened.
Robes swept across the stage as the witches giggled to themselves before
starting their pitch. His dad or Mr. Argent described some of the more obscure
species, like the mermaids and yetis.
Then Talia came on stage, trailed by her younger brother and only son. Her
voice was powerful, and Stiles was struck by it. He’d heard it before when he
visited Cora a few times, but he’d never heard it like that, with the power of
an Alpha. Scott was staring at her, but Stiles felt eyes on his, and noticed
that Malia’s dad was staring at him with an intensity that made him
uncomfortable. Talia allowed her son, Derek, to speak, but his voice didn’t
hold the power his mother’s did and he looked incredibly sad. Stiles concluded
the man needed a serious hug.
When the wolves walked off the stage, Stiles’ heart started beating fast. Scott
glanced at him, but Stiles just frowned harder under his gaze. There was only
one group left: the fairies.
The head of the fairy group was obviously inexperienced. Lydia was with the
fairies and was rolling her eyes behind the woman as she stumbled over the
extensive details about fairies. There were so many types of fairies, that to
list details about them in a few minutes and keep a bunch of middle schoolers’
attention was impossible. Due to interbreeding in the fairy community, it was
impossible to guess what kind of fairy you’d even be.
Stiles just sighed when they left the stage and the principal came back to the
microphone. Scott was tugging on his arm as they walked with the crowd towards
the gym, trying to get there before any other werewolves. Jackson stood in
front of them, with a shit-eating grin. “What’s the rush McCall, worried that
Hale’s bitch camp will get filled up if you don’t get there before everyone
else?”
“Get out of the way Jackson.” Stiles said with less bite in his voice than he
originally planned.
“What are you going to do, Stilinski?”
Allison came up beside them then and gave her heartwarming smile to the
vampire. “Hey guys, let’s go say hi to Lydia while she’s here, huh?”
Scott smiled at her, as Jackson’s eyes widened and he went running towards the
gym. She walked with them and chatted on the way to the gym. Once they got
there, she separated from them to go talk to Lydia at the Fairy table.
Stiles followed his best friend to the wolf’s table. Derek was fighting with
Cora and Malia in the background, Talia’s brother was sitting with his feet up
as he observed the fight that the two girls were obviously winning.
Talia had just finished talking to a boy Stiles had a few classes with, but
didn't know. She smiled at the two of them as they stepped up. “Hello, are you
both wolves?”
“No way, just Scotty here.” Stiles snorted as he slapped his best friend’s
back.
Scott smiled at Talia sheepishly. “My father was a werewolf.”
“What’s your name young man?”
“Scott McCall.”
“I’ve heard of McCall.” She hummed before letting her eyes flash red for a
brief second. Scott’s glowed back reflexively. With a gracious smile, she slid
a few papers along the table. “You’re an alpha, Scott.”
As he bent down to fill them out, he was grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t
wait until I tell Mom.”
Stiles was happy for his friend when he heard someone calling his name. He
heard it a few more times, then the botched beginnings of his birth name. He
grimaced and turned to see Lydia beckoning him to the fairy table with her
finger.
Taking a deep breath, he walked through the crowd and found himself at the
table.
“Pick up something Stilinski. There’s only been one other fairy from our
school.” She crossed her arms and pouted at him with her heavily glossed lips.
He looked down at the items, recognizing some of them as objects that revealed
a fairy’s true nature. With a slight shrug, he picked up a branch, and a piece
of a coral. His eyes caught a shimmering jewel that seemed to glow different
colors and he instinctively reached for it. The second his fingers touched it,
the room filled with a bright light and voices and images flooded his head. He
pulled his hand away and fell back with the force. Scott had run over to him,
kneeling beside him. There wasn’t a person in the room who didn’t have their
eyes on him.
A few seconds later, the adult fairies were bowing and his dad and Scott were
pulling him off the ground. Stiles looked to Lydia for an explanation. The girl
shook the awed look off her face as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “That
stone was once the heart of King Oberon. Only royalty react to it.”
Stiles made a high-pitched noise and blacked out for a few minutes. When he
came to, he was in the office, in one of the chairs that he was all too
familiar with. The principal wasn’t in his chair. He heard shouting, his dad
shouting, and a woman.
“He’s not going!” The Sheriff yelled. “You can’t just take him! That’s not how
this works!”
“Please, Mr. Stilinski. I know it’s hard for you-…” The woman said calmly.
“You don’t know a thing about how hard it is for me!”
“Your son is special-…”
“I know he’s special. He’s my son! A little rough around the edges, but Stiles
is a great kid!”
“Sir, your son is the first in almost two hundred-…”
“I don’t give a damn! I get it, my son’s a fairy, and he can go to fairy
finishing school! But he’s not going now.”
Stiles stood up from the chair. The fairy woman bent her head at him and the
Sheriff looked at him with the same expression when he found out he was
listening in on an office call. “I don’t want to go, I want to finish the
school year here, and I want to be here over the summer.”
“I understand that you are a child, sir, but staying here will put you in
danger.” The woman still had her head bent. “Please, reconsider.”
Stiles glanced up at his dad, who now looked slightly amused.
“If you’re worried about him, why not assign him guards?”
That made him groan, but he’d live with it if it meant that he could stay until
the end of the year, even if it was only a few more weeks.
“That could be done, Mr. Stilinski.” She finally lifted her head, and she
appraising Stiles now. “If your son truly wishes to stay until the beginning of
next term.”
“I do!” Stiles said immediately.
“Very well. I will be in touch, please get him home.” She exited the office in
a swift and elegant movement.
The Sheriff grabbed Stiles’ shoulder and pulled him outside to the cruiser.
Stiles’ caught Scott and Allison’s eyes, and gave them a small wave. Once in
the car, Stiles covered his face. “Did you know?”
“That you’re apparently a fairy prince? No.” Stilinski sighed as he turned the
key. “But, I knew your mother was a fairy.”
Stiles glared at him, but didn’t say anything.
“She said she was running from her people, and I never asked why or what kind
of fairy she was. I just married her and tried to protect her.”
“You think she was royalty?”
“She probably was, if you are.”
“Prince Stiles.” He grinned despite himself. “I think I like the sound of
that.”
The sheriff hit the back of his head lightly, but chuckled at his son as he
drove.
Once they were back at the house, he went up to his room. Played some games,
did some homework, laid around on his bed thinking about the day’s events. He
heard his dad greet some people at the door, and call for him to go downstairs.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs he was face to face with 14 feet of
muscle. Two men bowed their head at him and introduced themselves as fairy
warriors. One had short blond hair the other had long dark hair, and that was
how he was going to keep them straight. Apparently, they were going to be his
guards until he actually got to the school. They were quite intimidating. He
nodded back at them and sprinted up the stairs.
Later that night as Stiles was changing for bed; he heard a noise at his
window. He shrugged and went over to it, planning to shut it. He didn’t get the
chance as Scott fell on top of him.
He heard feet on the stairs and one of the fairies opened his door, looking
battle ready. Stiles pushed Scott off him and put his hands up. “This is my
friend, Scott. Please don’t kill him!”
“Why did he not just use your front door?” The blond one asked.
“There was a giant man with a sword in front of it.” Scott explained, staring
at the fairy, still on the floor.
“My brother in arms.” He looked at Stiles again. “Are you sure you are not in
danger, Sire?”
“I’m sure. Thanks.” Then the fairy was gone and Stiles fell back onto his bed.
“It’s going to be a long summer.”
“Why do you have armed fairy guards, that call you 'Sire?'” Scott asked as he
threw Stiles’ his pants.
“I am fairy royalty. You’re lucky they didn’t haul my ass to fairy finishing
school all ready.” Stiles put them on quickly and glanced at his friend.
“What do you mean ‘fairy royalty?’?” Scott sat next to him, looking down at
him.
“I’m not really sure. I haven’t got a lot of details about it yet.” Sitting up,
he leaned on the werewolf. “What about you? Did you talk to Talia Hale more
about your situation?”
“She and most of the other leaders left almost right after you started glowing.
Derek helped me with the paperwork, but he doesn’t talk much.”
“They all left?” Stiles felt his stomach drop. Shit. When Scott nodded, Stiles
decided that it didn’t matter. The fairy lady he didn’t remember the name of
would come by sometime and explain things to him, hopefully. “Whatever. Let’s
just do something.”
Jackson is the first person to bring up the guards the next day at school, but
Allison just whacks his chest and asks the two of them about the homework from
the night before.
The rest of the school year finishes out with his two bodyguards not killing
anyone, which was a miracle because they were more than willing to kill the
young vampires that didn’t even have their fangs yet. They made it harder to
talk to some of his friends though, like Erica and her boyfriends, or Danny.
Despite that, he actually learns both of their names and some things about
them. The blond was Ore, and the raven haired one was Rayon. They were
roommates while they were in school and were trained at school on the east
coast.
 He hadn’t heard anything from the fairies about him though, just a few calls
he overheard his dad on the phone asking if they’d changed their mind and how
the appointed guards were, but it wasn’t any information.
There was a week after the last day of school before Scott started at the camp,
living on the grounds over the week and spending the weekends at home. Stiles
planned on using that time to his advantage.
***** Shifting *****
Chapter Notes
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     chapter.
Two days after school had let out, he and Scott were playing poker with Ore and
Rayon. The two teenagers wanted to play Mario Kart, but the two warriors had
broken Stiles’ extra wiimotes. The sheriff was at work, and most of their
classmates had opted into shipping out to their appointed boarding schools
early. So the knock on the door was unexpected.
Ore got up and got it. When he came back into the kitchen, he was followed by
four very serious, very old fairies and the representative of the fairy school.
Scott got up instantly and snuck out the front door.
Stiles stood up and greeted the group of people with an awkward hello. The
older female stared at him and said his full name with ease.
“Yeah, that’s me.” He glanced at Ore and Rayon, who both had their heads bowed.
“Mr. Stilinski, these are the four council members that rule our people.” The
school-fairy said to him kindly. She then listed them all by name.
“Ms. Daily has explained to us that your reaction to the Stone of Oberon was a
severe one. Do you remember it?” The youngest of the four asked gently.
Stiles blinked at her, trying to wrack his brain for what had happened. Ore
suggested they move to the living room. Once Stiles was in one of the
armchairs, with Ore and Rayon behind him, and the others were on his couch, the
question was asked again.
“I remember the light. There were voices and images, but I don’t remember what
they were…” Stiles said, slowly and warily. “And I fell back when I let go of
it.”
“It is clear to us, Mr. Stilinski that you are in fact a member of the royal
family. Our research has suggested that your mother, Claudia Stilinski, was a
Princess that ran away many years ago.”
Holding his breath, Stiles waited for them to continue. It had been awhile
since he had heard his mother mentioned by name.
“But, we are not completely convinced that you are to lead us as a king.
Perhaps as you grow, that question will answer itself.”
“Even if you are not King, fairies revere their royal family and it is of up
most importance that you are safe and dignified.”
Stiles nodded. Safe and dignified. Two words he never thought someone would
associate with him. “I want to stay until the end of the summer.”
“Understood. It is your choice,  but it would best if you-…”
“I’m not going.” He said immediately.
“It has also come to our attention that some of your friends are unsavory. You
spend time with werewolves and vampires.”
Stiles just stared at them, trying to control his heart rate. If they hurt a
hair on Scott’s head, he was never going to their stupid fairy school.
“We only want you to be as safe as possible.”
“I am safe. My dad’s the Sheriff, Ore and Rayon are here, and Scott would never
hurt me.”
The four nodded in unison. “Very well, if you feel safe, we will let you be.
Your training when you arrive at the school with be rigorous, I hope you’re
prepared, your highness.”
Then they were gone.
The next night, Stiles was getting ready to spend the night at Scott’s. Ore was
sitting in his desk chair. “I do not think it wise to visit with your friend
tonight, Stiles.”
Stiles glanced up at him. “What do you mean?”
“The moon will be full tonight. It is unclear when Scott with have his first
shift, but it could very well be tonight.”
“He wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I’ve heard that even a trained werewolf my not have control over themselves
during their first shift.”
“It’s my last chance to hang out with him before he starts going to that stupid
camp. Please?”
“Very well, but do note that if you are injured, I will tell that I told you so
after you are safe again.”
“Noted.”
As Stiles watched Scott contort in pain, he vaguely wondered if Ore had a gift
of prophecy. It was probably the dumbest time for him to have suggested
sneaking out, but the two fairies were probably looking everywhere for him.
“Scott?” Stiles croaked out as he reached for his best friend.
“Get back Stiles.” Scott pushed his hand away, his claws leaving swallow
scratches on his hand. The werewolf was starting to sprout hair and his clothes
were ripping at the seams.
The fairy boy took a few steps back and watched his friend, horror covering his
face. With a few more groans and pops, Scott was a wolf. An actual fucking
wolf, with tawny fur and piercing red eyes.
Stiles said his name again, barely a whisper. Scott turned his eyes to the
fairy and stepped towards him. He took a few sniffs and Stiles refused to move,
reasoning that if he stayed still out of control wolf-Scott wouldn’t hurt him
if he wasn’t a threat.
Scott was seemingly glaring up at him, and Stiles stared into those red eyes.
The wolf’s eyes then moved to Stiles’ injured hand. He let out a pitiful
whimper and moved his snout closer. Stiles tracked his movements, but Scott
started licking the wound, still whimpering.
“I know it was an accident.” Stiles reached out his good hand, placing it
gently on Scott’s furry head. When Scott just kept licking his hand, Stiles
decided he’d scratch behind his ear. The wolf sat firmly on the ground, his
tail wagging as he stopping licking his hand. “That’s a good boy.”
Huffing, Scott stared up at his face. Stiles just chuckled as he heard Ore and
Rayon calling for him through the woods. They weren’t that far into the
preserve, but far enough.
When the two warriors found him, Stiles was on his back with Scott licking his
face. Stiles was giggling uncontrollably. “I’ll stop! I’ll stop with the dog
jokes!”
Scott barked and turned his head to the two fairies. Stiles pushed off the
werewolf and stood up. Before anyone could say anything, two more people came
through the trees. Derek Hale and another wolf with red eyes like Scott, its
pelt shades of grey and black.
“Well, this is super awkward.” Stiles said as he brushed the dirt off his
jeans. Scott made a small sound of agreement next to him.
“Stiles, are you alright?” Rayon said as Ore put his sword away.
“I’m fine. A little scratch on my hand, and I think I bruised my elbow, but I’m
fine.”
“Is that Scott McCall?” Derek asked then, watching as the other full wolf
walked over to Scott, sniffing him.
Stiles looked over at Derek. “Yeah.”
“And he’s in control of himself?” The grey wolf looked at Derek and nodded its
head. “You don’t think… do you Laura?”
Laura Hale, Talia’s oldest child, obviously, looked up at Stiles and he could
tell she was appraising him. She turned to her brother and yipped then.
Derek glanced at the two fairies. “Would you mind if him,” he pointed at
Stiles, “and Scott came back to our home?”
“It is up to Stiles.” Ore looked to Stiles, who just shrugged and made a small
sound that sounded like a sure.
Stiles walked next to Scott, one hand balled up in his friend’s fur as Derek
and Laura led them and Ore and Rayon followed them. It felt a little too much
like a death march for Stiles’ liking. “They seem pretty mad you can control
yourself.” He got a glare from the wolf next to him for that.
Once the house was in view, Laura raced ahead. By the time Derek opened the
door for them, she was in her human form, wearing a robe to cover herself. He
lead them through the house silently, stopping at a door and knocking. Talia
Hale’s voice came from inside, and Derek opened it. He ushered Stiles and Scott
in, leaving Ore and Rayon outside the door.
Talia looked somewhat startled by the wolf, but smiled as she set down a packet
of paper. “Mr. McCall, you’ve had your first shift.”
Scott huffed and nudged Stiles hand. Derek sighed. “When Laura and I found him,
he was in complete control and with the human.”
“Excuse you, I am a proud and noble fairy!” Stiles glared at Derek. Scott
nipped at his hand slightly.
Derek snorted, before turning back to his mother. “What do you think?”
Talia was staring at Stiles, and she stood. “You are the young man that the
fairies believe to be their next king?”
Stiles nodded and Scott barked in amusement. He looked down at him. “Shut up.”
“It is very rare for a werewolf to control themselves on a first shift, it is
almost unheard of.” Talia glanced up at her son, before smiling at the two boys
softly. “Werewolves use anchors to control our shifts, and to keep control once
we’re in our wolf forms. Even with an anchor, the first pull of the moon is too
strong for most wolves.”
“So Scott’s a special snowflake?” Stiles asked, blinking at Talia.
Talia smiled in amusement. “No. For some werewolves, our anchor is a person. In
the case of Mr. McCall, that person is you, Mr. Stilinski.”
“Excuse me?” Stiles squeaked out.
Derek sighed, and rubbed his neck. “Werewolves can have-…”
“I believe that this is something that they need to discover on their own. They
are both young and telling them our theory may influence their choices.” Talia
interrupted her son, giving him a pointed glare. Derek glared back at her
before leaving the room.
Scott whined and looked up at Stiles. Stiles looked down at him and patted his
head.
“Mr. McCall, I think it is time that you return to the form of a boy. Do you
think you could manage?” Talia smiled at him, a motherly smile. Scott glanced
up at Stiles, then back at Talia, nodding his head.
Derek returned, holding a folded piece of cloth, he pulled Stiles back from
Scott. Scott growled at Derek and the older wolf dropped his hand from the
fairy immediately.
Stiles jumped at the growling, staring at Scott with confusion. Derek just
sighed behind him.
“It is a reflex to be protective of those a wolf considers pack.” Talia said
before focusing her attention to Scott. Scott’s transformation to his human
self didn’t look or sound less painful that turning into a wolf had. Stiles was
cringing at the noises, taking the robe from Derek and unfolding it in an
attempt to do something.
Once Scott was a boy again, Stiles held out the robe and Scott put it on
quickly, his face redder than Stiles had ever seen it. Though, his face was
probably red too so he didn’t have much room to talk. Derek left then, not
saying a word.
“Is he always like that?” Scott asked, moving to stand next to Stiles.
“Derek? Sometimes he smiles.” Talia mused before opening a drawer, and pulling
out a bunch of introductory pamphlets. She finally handed one to Scott. “I know
we will be starting training soon, Mr. McCall, but I think it may be beneficial
if you and Mr. Stilinski look at this together.”
Stiles took it from her and looked at the werewolves on the cover of the
pamphlet with red eyes, obviously photoshopped. Basic information of alphas and
their biology.
Talia motioned towards the door. “I’m sure you are both exhausted. I’ll be
seeing you very soon, Scott. Good bye Stiles.”
Ore and Rayon drive them back to Scott’s house, and the werewolf fell asleep
the second he had pants on. Stiles sat in the chair next to Scott’s bed and
read the entire pamphlet. Melissa came in to check on them after her shift at
the hospital almost, it was a miracle that they were asleep after the scream
she gave seeing the two fairies in the living room. She covered Stiles’ with a
blanket.
***** Bitten Pups *****
Scott woke up before Stiles, unsurprisingly. He looked over at his best friend,
expecting to feel exasperated by his strange position in the chair and a need
to roll his eyes, but only felt a strong fondness and a need to touch his face.
Before he could even think, he reached out and cupped the other boy’s cheek,
smoothing small circles onto his skin. Stiles leaned his face into the touch as
his lips twitched up.
Stiles’ made a few sleep influenced noises of happiness and moved. Scott
blinked and pulled his hand away. His eyes caught the pamphlet that had fallen
on the floor and he picked it up. He sat back on the bed, his eyes flickering
to Stiles every few sentences.
The pamphlet wasn’t very helpful, covering things he already knew. Stiles had
an unhealthy obsession with researching things like that. The part he hadn’t
heard about in detail was mates, particularly true mates. Not that the pamphlet
had much detail either. He glanced at his friend, who was stretching in his
pre-wake up routine, and wondered how he could ask the other boy to look up
more information.
It was almost half an hour later, Stiles had finally gotten up and threw on his
clothes. They were both sitting at the computer the McCall’s had in the family
room, Stiles furiously typing at the severely outdated keyboard as he picked at
the bowl of cereal he had taken from Scott’s hands.
“Okay, so True Mates are basically what humans call soulmates, and Vampires
call Life Imprints, and Witches call Magic-likened, and Fairies call Nature
Bound.”
“Soulmates?”
“Yeah, humans don’t feel any real connection to them, but other species can
feel it. Werewolves feel it so much that it affects their True Mates even if
they’re not werewolves.” Stiles took another spoonful while skimming the
screen. “But, it depends on the mate’s species, because the pull of True Mates
doesn’t start until they become of age.”
“When do werewolves become of age?”
Stiles leveled him with an unimpressed look. “After their first shift. So you
became of age last night buddy. You are of marrying and child rearing age
according to the werewolves.”
Scott nodded and looked at Stiles, feeling the intense urge to reach out and
touch him again. “So, what is it like to have a true mate?”
“For you? Alphas have an intense urge to spread their scent on their mate and
are obsessively protective. They’re incredibly providing to their mates, giving
them food and feeling a huge need to make sure they’re well taken care of,
wanting their mates to be bare-foot and pregnant essentially.”
Taking a sharp breath through his nose, Scott got out of the chair. He cradled
his head, thinking about how Stiles was there and was the first thing he
thought of when he shifted. Growling at Derek when he touched Stiles.
Desperately wanting to touch Stiles. Giving him his cereal when before he
would’ve knocked him upside the head.
“Dude, you alright?” Stiles asked with a snort as he turned in the chair.
“When do you become of age?”
“Fairies become of age at 15, so at the end of the summer. Why?”
Scott shrugged as he tried to get his emotions under control. “What happens to
True Mates of Alphas?”
“Well, humans and witches react by starting to have heats, like omegas.
Sometimes the two can start to feel each other’s pain and emotions. Vampires
will feel hunger towards that wolf only and want that wolf to bite them back.”
“And fairies?”
“Werewolves and fairies don’t get along, so even if they are True Mates, they
ignore them.” Stiles glanced at him. “But it’d probably be close to how humans
and witches react, plus how they react to Nature Bonds to their own species.”
Scott reached around and turned off the computer.
The next few days before his mom dropped him off at camp, Scott tried to act as
normal as possible. He touched Stiles a lot more than he used to, and took in
his scent. Stiles’ scent made his senses go crazy, made it hard to concentrate
on the video games or Stiles’ ramblings.
When he was walking toward the stage in the middle of the woods, just a few
yards from the Hale house, he was surrounded by other werewolves. Most were
from his school, a few from his year and then some of the high schoolers.
Everyone was talking and being directed by members of the Hale pack. Laura was
on stage, messing with the microphone.
Eyes were on him, and it was obvious that he was the only alpha in the crowd of
teenage wolves by the flash of Beta Blue eyes around him. Some of them would
suck up to him and others would avoid him, and he knew that. He wasn’t an heir
to a pack, he was a lone Alpha.
Then he caught Isaac’s eyes, Omega yellow. Erica glanced over at him as her own
eyes flashed yellow, her lips forming a large grin. Boyd nodded at him as his
eyes flashed blue.
“Alright, so it’s working now!” Laura said with a cheerful grin as she yelled
into the mic. “Welcome to a wonderful summer at Camp Moon! I’m glad to see a
bunch of old faces and am so excited to meet all the new ones in the crowd…”
“She’s so excitable.” Derek voice came from behind him, and Scott looked up at
him in surprise.
“Yeah, unlike you.”
The older wolf gave a half smile. “My mom wants to talk to you.”
Scott nodded and followed him back into Talia Hale’s study. She wasn’t doing
paperwork this time and motioned for Scott to sit immediately. Derek sat in one
of the chairs by the door and leaned on the arm, glaring into space.
“We have had Alphas that weren’t part of our pack at the camp before, but most
are heir to their own packs.” Talia started. “Most of our campers are born
betas, and when they come of human age they can choose their pack. All choose
to join established pack, with no exceptions.
“There are ten young werewolves that came in your year, including you. Six of
them are betas, born. They will likely join their parents’ packs. The other
three, I believe are friends of yours.”
“I know them.” Scott said, thinking of Erica and Isaac being Omegas. “I thought
it was unusual for bitten werewolves to be omegas.”
“It is also odd for Boyd to choose them both as potential mates.” Talia said
with a shrug. “But, most alphas won’t want bitten wolves that were turned by
other alphas.”
“You want them to be my pack?”
“I think it would be best for all involved.”
Scott looked away and nodded. “Because of Stiles.”
“You figured out why you were in control the night of the Full Moon.”
“He’s my True Mate, right?” He saw Derek tense in the corner and he wondered
why.
“Yes, he is Scott. It is dangerous. Fairies are very hostile against
werewolves, and since Stiles is royalty, if you two choose to explore that
possibility...” Talia leaned across the desk and smiled at him. “Miss Reyes and
Mr. Lahey need an Alpha. Even if they do not take an alpha as a mate, it is
essential for them to be bound to an alpha in some other way.”
“Yeah, I’ll take them as my pack mates, if they want me.”
“Derek will be helping the four of you specifically. You will attend some
activities with the rest of your age group, but you will spend most of your
time in private lessons with him.”
Derek stood up then, nodding for Scott to follow him. The older wolf bypassed
the crowd of young wolves to the crowd of cabins. He opened the door to one,
with a sign over the door.
“McCall Cabin?” Scott looked up at him.
“You’re going to be sharing this one with your pack. But, if during your
omegas' heats you find yourself uncomfortable, Mom said that you’re welcome to
stay in the house.” Derek flicked on a light and pushed Scott inside. “Even
though Stiles is your true mate, and even through they’re both with Boyd, their
heat will make you…”
“I do know how to read.” Scott said as he looked at the four beds, the mini
fridge, and what he assumed was a bathroom. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“I trust my mother’s judgment.” Derek shrugged as he pulled out his phone.
“Here, in case you ever need me.”
After the two alphas exchanged numbers, Scott laid on the bed closest to the
door and tried to focus on the fact that he was about to have a pack but his
mind wandered to Stiles. He had just finished cleaning himself up when the door
opened.
“Hey McCall, Derbear says that you want to take us charity cases into your
bosom.” Erica said with a grin, claiming the bed closest to the bathroom.
“Actually Laura said it, Derek just sort of glared at us.” Isaac took the bed
next to him.
Boyd just nodded at him as he took the other bed near the door.
“It’ll be good for all of us.” Scott replied with a smile, trying to imagine
Derek’s reaction to being called Derbear. “And we already know each other.”
Isaac was staring at him intensely. “You took advantage of being alone, huh?”
Scott’s face went red. Of course they could smell it.
“Were you thinking of little Ally Argent?” Erica had laid on the bed and
grinned at him like it was a sleep over. Scott knew his face was getting redder
as he turned away.
“Not Allison?” Erica glanced at Isaac, who shrugged.
“Stiles.” Boyd said quietly and Scott groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
“Really? Hot for best friend?” Isaac tilted his head at him.
“He’s my True Mate.” Scott explained and Erica sprung up, pouncing on him.
“No way? You have a True Mate? No wonder you need a pack so badly!”
“He doesn’t know.” It was a lot of words for Boyd to say. Scott nodded in
agreement.
The rest of the day, Scott spent talking to his pack, learning things about
them that he didn’t already know. Erica stopped having seizures since she was
bitten. Isaac was beaten by his father up until he was turned and was currently
being bounced between Boyd and Erica’s houses. Boyd had four older sisters and
a black belt. The two omegas had not had their first shift, but Boyd had.
Laura sat with them at dinner and gave them their schedule for the next day.
She was giggling while she was pointing at the several hours of training with
Derek. Scott didn’t feel like Derek’s training would be very funny.
While Isaac and Erica were laying on top of Boyd, Scott went outside to call
his mom, who wanted to meet his pack as soon as possible. Then he called
Stiles, who wanted to sneak into camp as soon as possible.
“So, Alpha Hale just was like, here have a pack?” Stiles snorted on the other
line. “And she gave you the reject love triangle?”
Scott rolled his eyes. “They’re actually pretty cool. Isaac is pretty damaged,
Boyd is way too quiet, and if Erica hugs me one more time I might hit her, but
you know…”
“Great, well, while you’re spending so much time with Derek, you should find
out why he has such a stick up his ass for me.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And that’s why you love me.” From his voice, Scott knew that Stiles was
grinning cheekily. Scott just sighed and leaned against the side of the cabin.
“I’m part of your pack right?”
“What?”
“I’m your best friend dude, and I might not be a werewolf but I still want to
be part of it.” Something in the fairy’s voice made Scott’s heart flutter.
“Yeah, sure I’m a fairy prince, but you come before any of that.”
“You should come over next weekend. It’s open house, so the parents can come
and see the camp. But you should come.”
“Definetely. I’ll catch a ride in with your mom.”
“Remember what happened last time you snuck past your body guards?”
Stiles grumbled under his breath, but eventually conceded.
The next morning after breakfast, the four of them decided that no one else was
ever going to sit with them, they headed to where they were apparently supposed
to meet Derek. The older wolf was punching a tree, shirtless. Isaac closed
Erica’s mouth for her as Derek stopped and walked over to them.
“Today, you three are going to find your anchors.” Derek said
unenthusiastically, staring at the three bitten wolves.
“Why doesn’t Scott have to find his anchor?” Erica whined, throwing her hands
towards the alpha.
“Because Scott already has an anchor.”
“The rest of the camp spends the whole summer on learning their anchors, why do
we have to do it today?” Isaac crossed his arms.
“Because unlike the rest of the camp, you three are bitten. It’s easier for a
born wolf to control their shifts during periods of stress, even without an
anchor.” Hale explained as he walked over to a pile of very strange looking
objects that Scott was pretty sure were sex toys. “Also, when omegas go into
heat, without an anchor, you might shift.”
After giving the three bitten wolves a lecture and one of the objects, he left
them to their own devices to focus on Scott. “Have you shifted at all since the
full moon?”
Scott shook his head. “That’s a good thing, right? I mean, I know my mom’s
awesome, but she’d scream if she got home from work and found me in my wolf
form.”
Derek smirked and rolled his eyes. “That’s not the only form you can take
Scott.” His eyes flashed red as his face changed into something inhuman: fangs,
pointed ears. “Sometimes it’s best to only half shift.”
The four spent the entire day on shifting and anchors. Isaac was confident that
he had found his but Erica had sort of one. The two would still have a
difficult first shift during the next full moon, but it would help to have one
beforehand. Boyd had more or less mastered the full shift, but was having
trouble with his half shift and not trying to remove Derek’s head. Scott had
gotten both down more or less, it was harder to get into either of them than
out.
Despite how tired the they were from Derek’s training, it was better than the
lectures that they attended at other points in the day. History of werewolves,
werewolf hierarchy, and biology of werewolves. The McCall pack wasn’t that
interested.
Most days go like that, Derek fast tracking them through something that the
rest of their age group was going to spend all summer on, fighting and their
senses. It didn’t make much sense to Scott why he’d want to make them learn
everything so quickly. When he asked him about it, Derek just said that the
four of them were different than the rest of the wolves at camp. Scott was
frustrated by him, and he could tell that his new packmates were too.
He called Stiles a lot, and when he didn’t call his best friend, his best
friend usually called him, complaining how bored he was. It was nice to hear
his voice, but Scott just wanted to hold him and scent him. Erica and Isaac
found great pleasure in teasing him about it after he got finished with his
cold shower. The open house wasn’t coming soon enough.
***** Open House *****
The day of the open house, there were banners and streamers everywhere. Scott
was standing with Erica, Boyd, and Isaac near their cabin while a crowd of
parents and siblings were walking around with the help of the Hale pack. Erica
and Boyd’s families ran over to them first the two grabbed their parents,
introduced them to Scott, and took them on a tour of the camp. Isaac stayed
next to Scott with his hands in his pockets.
When he spotted Stiles’ bodyguards in the crowd, a grin spread across his face
as his face heated up. Isaac raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything.
“Scotty!” Stiles yelled as he jumped at his best friend, wrapping his arms
around his neck tightly. Scott hugged him back and took the opportunity to push
his face into Stiles’ neck, taking in his scent and putting his own scent on
the fairy. When Stiles pulled back, he was grinning. “You are the most
beautiful thing I have ever seen!”
Scott rolled his eyes. “It’s been two weeks.”
“It’s been the worst two weeks of my life, dude!”
The werewolf looked past Stiles and waved at Melissa. “Hey Mom.”
Melissa hugged him tightly, and smiled. “Hey sweetie.” Her eyes fell on Isaac.
“This must be Isaac. Why don’t you show me around while Scott and Stiles catch
up?”
Isaac glanced at Scott, who nodded at him with a small smile. He then walked
over to Melissa, trying to make himself small, but Mrs. McCall smiled at him
and started talking to him. Before they walked out of sight, she gave her son a
wink. Scott’s face went red as he looked at Stiles.
Stiles just grinned at him and opened the door to the cabin. His eyes scanned
the room before jumping on Scott’s bed. “So, what’s it like living with Huey,
Dewey, and Louie?”
Scott glanced at the other beds and shrugged. “They’re going to be a good pack.
We’ve actually gotten pretty close.”
“Are you going to mate Erica?” Stiles wiggled his eyebrows at the alpha, and
Scott felt sick. The fairy’s face fell and he quickly apologized. “Kidding, I
know the three of them are together.”
Sighing, Scott sat next to his friend and clasped his hands. He opened his
mouth to say something, but was cut off when the door opened. Derek came in,
glaring at him. “Scott your pack is rampaging around the camp.”
“Isn’t that kind of the point of an open house?” Stiles snorted as his
heartrate went back to normal.
“The other parents are upset about the humans and bitten werewolves. I think it
would be best for you to gather them in here.” Derek moved his glare to the
fairy. “Your bodyguards are also unsettling the parents.”
Stiles just shrugged. “The parents probably also think your scowling is
‘unsettling’.”
Huffing, Derek looked at Scott again. “Just go get your pack.” Then he stomped
out of the cabin.
“He really doesn’t like me.” Stiles said as Scott got up.
“Come on, help me find them.” He just rolled his eyes at the fairy.
Boyd just stared at them before leading his large family back to the cabin. His
sisters’ eyes lingered on Stiles’ bodyguards. Erica hugged Stiles, scenting
into his neck and grinned at him before dragging her parents back to the cabin.
When they found Melissa and Isaac, Talia’s younger brother was talking to
Scott’s mom. His eyes moved to Stiles and he his smile doubled in its
creepiness. Stiles took a step behind Scott reflectively. Scott glanced back at
him and smiled at him, mostly because his wolf side was pleased that Stiles
trusted him to protect him.
“Hello boys, I was just introducing myself to your mother.” Peter said with a
grin.
“Derek wants me to take my mom and Isaac back to the cabin.” Scott glanced at
Isaac, who was very uncomfortable standing near Peter.
“Ah, yes. The fragile egos of born betas when faced with humans and bitten
wolves.” He grinned at Melissa before turning around. “I’ll let you follow my
nephew’s orders.”
Isaac took Melissa back to the cabin, but Stiles seemed to glued into place.
Scott turned to the fairy and gripped his arm. “You alright dude?”
Stiles looked at him and nodded. “Yeah… I just…” He moved his foot to take a
step, but stumbling on a rock and fell into Scott’s arms with a squeak. Scott
was surprised as their chests and lips collided.
Both of their faces turned red and Scott heard Stiles’ heart beat quickly as
they both just stood there, their lips still together. Scott didn’t want the
accidental kiss to end, but he felt Stiles tense and pull away from him.
“Uh… sorry…” Stiles turned then and headed away from him with Ore and Rayon
following him. Scott sighed and followed him, his fingers resting on his lips
as he mentally cussed himself out.
The parents sat around and talked about adult things, standing by the door. The
four wolves and Stiles sat on Isaac’s bed. Erica and Isaac were both cuddled
around the fairy, sniffing him and rubbing their faces against his neck.
“Why are they scenting me?” Stiles asked as he pushed Isaac’s face away.
“You smell like sunshine and pack.” Erica replied as he pressed against his
side.
“It’s an omega thing.” Boyd said quietly. Stiles stared at him then at the two
blonds.
“They need to feel more connect to the pack than a beta does.” Scott shrugged,
trying to keep his jealousy under control. “Which is why Boyd isn’t scenting
you.”
“Why did you scent me when I got here?” Stiles apparently gave up trying to get
them off, letting them hang on him.
“I missed you. Sorry dude. I’ll try to control myself if it makes you
uncomfortable.”
“Nah, you don’t make me uncomfortable. Just your omega packmates do.”
Scott nodded and flashed his eyes at the two werewolves hanging on Stiles. “Get
off him.” They both pouted as they moved to lean on Boyd. Stiles moved a little
closer to Scott. Instinctively, the alpha put his hand on Stiles’ leg gently.
Their eyes met, and Scott immediately looked away as Stiles pressed into his
side.
Erica and Isaac were grinning at the two of them, about to open their mouths
when the door opened. Talia came in and greeted the parents. The teenagers
watched the adults interact. The alpha talked mostly to Melissa, but she
included the other parents in the discussion. The humans were confused about
some of the terminology, and Erica’s mom had to stop her when she started
explaining omegas.
Talia turned to leave after a while, but looked at the teenagers. “And Mr.
Stilinski, feel free to visit your friends at camp any time.”
Erica grinned at Stiles as Stiles grinned at Scott. Scott raised his eyebrows
at his friend and felt his heart flutter in his chest. “Dude. Derek’s going to
rip your throat out.”
Stiles’ grin just grew.
After the open invite, Stiles started showing up to the camp after they had
training and hanging out with them in the cabin, sitting even closer to Scott
than they had before. Slowly he started showing up in the day and sitting at
the base of a tree while Derek growled at them for being idiots. Stiles would
make snide remarks as he looked up from his book, and Derek threatened him, as
Scott had promised.
The night of the full moon, Stiles tried to stay the night, he had his bag and
everything.
“Dude, can’t you just growl at them to get them to shift back?” Stiles said as
he put a hand on his hip. Erica was standing behind him and mimicked the
action, causing Isaac to fall off his bed laughing.
“It’s not just Erica and Isaac, Stiles. There are dozens of wolves at the camp
that could be turning tonight. I can’tprotect you from all of them.” Scott
sighed at him.
“That’s why the fairy council gave me armed bodyguards.”
“Which you left at home.” Boyd pointed out as he glared at Erica.
Stiles pouted at Scott and the alpha just shook his head. “You should leave
before the moon rises. Please Stiles. I’ll feel a lot safer if you weren’t here
tonight.”
The fairy’s shoulders dropped as he let Scott lead him to the edge of camp,
where they found the two fairy warriors waiting for him. He waved at them as
they both scowled at Stiles. Stiles pulled Scott in for a hug and whispered
into his ear. “You be safe tonight too, okay dude?”
When Scott walked back into the cabin, Derek was there, talking to Isaac and
Erica. He nodded at Scott as he came in, and had the two omegas follow him out.
Boyd and Scott sat on their respective beds and stared at each other.
“We should be with them.” Scott said finally, checking looking out the window.
Boyd huffed in response and stood up. The alpha shrugged and followed him to
where the werewolves that hadn't shifted were kept. It was a set of cages,
which most of the time were collapsed and in the storm cellar of the Hale
house, staked into the ground. Boyd ran over to the two cages that Isaac and
Erica were in, taking their hands through the bars.
Scott looked around and saw a few other betas standing next to the cages,
siblings, lovers, and cabin mates of some of the weres waiting for their first
shift. He then glanced up at the sky, starting to fell a tug at his skin. The
moon was rising.
As the moon rose above them, Scott heard some of the wolves’ bones starting to
crack. Some of them yelled, while others were silent. He had himself under
control, that nagging thought of Stiles Stiles Stiles in the back of his mind
kept him from sprouting fur. Boyd was having a tough time: his eyes were
glowing and his claws were growing out. Scott growled at the Beta, and Boyd’s
eyes snapped to him, their normal dark brown.
Erica wasn’t doing anything. There was no signs that she was changing into a
wolf. Isaac on the other hand was doubled over in his cage, digging his clawed
hands into his stomach as his tears dripped onto the ground. Scott knelt by the
cage and smiled at him.
“It’s alright Isaac. Focus on your anchor, it won’t make it stop, but it’ll
help.” Scott said it softly as he reached his hand through the bars. Isaac’s
yellow eyes looked up at him and they looked calm but didn’t have any
recognition in them as his eyes shifted and fangs sprouted out of his mouth.
It didn’t take long for Isaac to be in the form of a wolf. Isaac was scrawnier
than some of the other wolves that had their first turn. They were wall running
at the bars and nawing at them with their fangs, including the blond omega.
Scott flashed his alpha red eyes at him and he stopped, looking at him, then
Boyd and Erica with recognition in his eyes. His mates both smiled and sat
down. Isaac settled into the corner where all three of his pack mates could
reach him. The three ran their fingers through his fur until they were all
asleep against the bars, despite the growling of the other new wolves.
When they woke up it was to the sound of jingling keys. They all groaned and
looked up to see Peter unlocking Erica’s cage. His eyes fell on Isaac’s naked
body and he grinned before opening his cage. He lingered and Scott growled at
him. “My nephew will be very pissy if you’re all late.”
Boyd was already inside the cage and helping Isaac up. He shrugged off his
shirt and handed it to Isaac. It was comically big on him, but it covered him.
Stiles showed up that night. “Can I spend the night now?”
Scott smiled at him and let him into the cabin. “Yeah. Defintely.”
“I even brought the scary muscle men with me this time.” He grinned at Scott
before greeting the others. “How’d the full moon go?”
“I didn’t turn yet.” Erica said with a pout. Isaac just sighed.
“I bet you’re going to be gorgeous wolf, Erica. Not has pretty as Scott’s wolf,
but.”
Scott felt his face heat up at that. He didn’t even know what he looked like as
a wolf. But Stiles thought it was pretty.
Erica grinned and shrugged. “Don’t you know it, I’m going to majestic.”
When they finally got to sleep that night, Scott realized the camp beds were
way too small for two people to comfortably sleep in. Especially with someone
like Stiles who moved just as much while he was asleep as he was while he was
awake. Surprisingly though, Stiles didn’t move much. He scooted in close to
Scott, tucking his head under the werewolf’s chin and curling up against him
slightly. Only after he was sure his best friend was asleep did he dare to wrap
his arms around him and nuzzle into his buzz cut.
The next morning, Stiles was facing away from him. Scott was spooned up against
him and had a serious boner. The werewolf knew the fairy was awake and he
immediately pulled back from him. Stiles got up then, heading over to the
bathroom. When he glanced back, Scott swore that he looked disappointed.
***** Heat *****
Scott was having a private lesson with Derek while Erica, Boyd, and Isaac were
learning about something with the born betas of their age group. Derek was
talking about pack structure to him.
“Why don’t you have a pack?” Scott asked as he looked up from the notes he was
taking.
Derek tensed. His eyes were trained on Scott for a long time. “I have my
family’s pack.”
“Laura’s the heir, right? Shouldn’t you break off and make your own?” Scott had
been curious for a while, but hadn’t had the courage to ask. “As it is, there
are four Alphas in the Hale pack, right?”
The older alpha ran a hand over his beard and he sat down at the picnic table
across from him. He was quiet for a while and Scott was sure that Derek wasn’t
going to tell him.
“I used to have a pack.” He said finally. “When I was your age, I had a couple
of betas that followed me around that were planning on joining me. I messed up,
and a lot of them died and the rest didn’t trust me anymore.”
“What happened?” Scott asked it quite enough that he could pretend he didn’t
ask if Derek didn’t want to.
“I trusted the wrong person.” The older alpha turned away. “I was vulnerable.
The person I thought was my true mate died and I let the wrong person in.”
Thinking about how Derek had mistaken someone for his true mate, Scott just
watched Derek shift his weight on the bench. “That’s why you’re training us so
hard. So we can protect ourselves. So I can protect Stiles.”
Derek turned to look at him, nodding slightly. “He reminds me of her.”
“Who?”
“The girl I thought was my Mate. She was just as sarcastic as he is.” There was
a slight smile on his face as he looked off into the space next to Scott’s
head. Scott gave him a crooked smile in return before Derek sighed and walked
off, huffing that his lessons were over for the day.
Later that week, Erica, Boyd, and Isaac were fooling around during training
while Stiles and Scott were leaning against a tree and watching Derek yell at
them. Stiles snorted. “Jeez Derek, don’t be such a Sourwolf.”
Derek stopped yelling at the bitten wolves and turned to look at the fairy, his
face blank other than his raised eyebrows. Stiles tensed next to his friend,
gripping his shirt to throw Scott in front of him if Derek attacked him. The
older wolf just huffed and rolled his eyes. Stiles could’ve sworn that Derek
Hale had just smiled.
When Derek turned back to Erica, Boyd, and Isaac, he explained calmly what they
were supposed to be doing. Stiles glanced at Scott and the alpha snorted.
“Did Derek just smile?”
“He doesn’t actually hate you Stiles.” Scott smiled at him. “I actually think
he likes you.”
“Dude, he’s like old, and so not my type.”
“I didn’t say likelike Stiles.” His smile turned quickly into a glare. He
didn’t like Stiles insinuating the possibility for either of them being with
anyone else.
Stiles just shrugged. “Good. Because he’s not my type.” Scott wondered what his
type was, other than Lydia Martin.
The fairy didn’t visit the camp at all the next week, and even if Scott missed
him, he was glad that he wasn’t there. Isaac was having his first heat and it
wasn’t a pretty sight.
Tuesday, Scott woke up to the scent of arousal and sweat. It wasn’t unusual for
his cabin mates to smell like sexual desire, especially considering the three
of them were together, but this scent was overwhelming and it was making him
feel strange.
He opened his eyes and saw Isaac curled up in a ball on the bed. Erica was
sitting next to him, rubbing his back. The female wolf looked up at the alpha
and then looked towards the door. “Boyd’s getting Derek.”
Scott nodded covered his nose, breathing through his fingers. Isaac’s scent was
driving him insane. He wanted to go to him and alleviate the pain.
“Scott, your eyes are red.”
Isaac turned to look up at his alpha. His face was covered in desire and his
eyes were glowing yellow. Scott looked away and got out of bed. He stumbled to
the door and stepped outside. He leaned against the logs that made up the
cabin, taking in the fresh forest air. The omega was whimpering inside and when
he stopped, Scott assumed Erica had kissed him to try to help him.
It was a while before Boyd came back, Derek following him with a sour look on
his face. Boyd didn’t even acknowledge Scott as he went into the cabin. Derek
stopped and looked at Scott.
“You look like a wreck.”
Scott glared at him and stood up from the wall. “I can’t handle… it. The scent,
the way he looks…”
“You’re an alpha, he’s an omega. It’s instinctual, if you weren’t Mated to
Stiles, it’d be even worse.”
“So, if you went in there right now?”
“I’d probably do something I’d regret.” Derek sighed and rubbed the back of his
neck. “Come on, you can borrow some of my old stuff for a few days.”
The Hale house was huge. Not like as big as he used to think as a kid, but it
was definitely the biggest house in Beacon Hills. The two times he was in it,
he didn’t get much of a chance to look around. There was a large living room
with the biggest couch he’d ever seen and a sizable gourmet kitchen and dining
room. Derek showed him to a guest room on the main floor, apparently, there
were two down there, along with Peter’s room.
Derek showed him upstairs then. They passed Malia and Cora’s rooms, both of
which had a variety of threatening and cliché keep out signs on their doors.
The older alpha was opening the door to his own room when Laura and a man about
her age walked out of a door across the hall. She looked tired as she focused
on Scott with confusion.
“Hi Laura.”
“Morning Scott. What’s up?” She stretched at yawned slightly as the man next to
her chuckled.
“Isaac is having his first heat.” Derek explained. He then looked at Scott.
“Scott decided that he couldn’t handle the scent.”
Laura nodded. “Omega heats of people that aren’t your mate are the worst. It
just clogs all your senses and it’s completely distracting. One of my bunk
mates was an omega while I was in camp and after her second heat, I decided I
was just living in the house and Mom couldn’t stop me!”
Scott smiled at her as Derek just grunted.
“But the heat of your mate…”
“Laura.” Derek and man standing next to her said at the same time. She grinned
at both of them before patting Scott’s shoulder and heading down the stairs.
“That’s Josh, by the way. Laura’s mate and fiancé.” Derek said as he moved into
his own room, which wasn’t what Scott was expecting. To be fair, Scott wasn’t
sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t a tidy room with a normal bedroom
suit. A full bed, a desk, a dresser, a chair, and not much else.
Scott walked over to one of the few posters on the wall. It was just a standard
poster of a car. He glanced at Derek while he rummaged through his closet, and
stared at the back of his head. His eyes then saw a box on a shelf in the
closet filled with trophies.
Before he could ask, Derek was throwing a few pair of jeans and shirts at his
head. Scott bundled them all in his arms and quickly followed him out. He went
into his room and changed into the clothes. He found Laura and her mate in the
kitchen, cooking and laughing. She glanced at him.
“Derek’s out doing god knows what.” Laura shrugged as she grabbed another plate
out of the cabinet next to her. “But, we are glad to have you in the house for
however long you need to stay. I miss having my mischievous little sister and
cousin here.”
“Will Cora and Malia be here next summer?” Scott asked as he sat in one of the
stolls at the island.
“They better be!” Laura smiled at him as she ran a butter knife through a pile
of toast.
He sat with Laura and her mate for breakfast. Josh was a quiet man, and Laura
was very boisterous and talked with her hands more than was necessary. They
both left after everything was in the dishwasher and Scott went into his room
and texted Stiles. He got one word back: Busy.
Derek came by later to tell him that there wouldn’t be any training until after
Isaac had recovered from his heat. Scott just shrugged, since he was hoping
that was the case.
Erica showed up the next night, sitting on the end of the bed in the guest
room. Scott looked up at her. “You alright?”
She nodded. “Boyd gave Isaac a claim bite, I thought they’d want some time
alone.”
Scott sat up and scooted closer to her. “What does that mean for you?”
“When I get my first heat, Boyd will do the same for me.” The blonde girl
shrugged. “Alpha Hale said that it’ll take if Isaac and I give each other a
bite too.”
“You guys have a really strange dynamic.” Scott smiled. She rolled her eyes at
him. “But I’m glad you guys have each other.”
“We’re glad we have you, and Stiles.”
She stayed in the room with him that night, curling up next to him. It was nice
having her there, cuddled up with him in a completely platonic way. After her
first turn, the four of them were definitely curling up in the cabin in their
wolf forms together. Erica stayed in the house until lunch, before going back
to help Boyd with their boyfriend.
The next time Scott saw her, she was telling him that Isaac’s heat was over and
it was safe to go back to the cabin. Boyd and Isaac both seemed different. The
blond wasn’t as jumpy as he sat between his mate and Erica. Boyd’s face was
much more expressive as he sat back and watched. Scott felt different too.
There was a shift in the pack structure.
Derek said that as alpha he’d feel the pack more than the others would until
they were marked with a pack mark that Scott had yet to decide on. The
relationship of the pack had become lopsided, the bulk of the connection riding
on the scar on Isaac’s shoulder. It was a weird feeling.
Not seeing Stiles for almost a week and a half was an even stranger feeling.
The fairy hadn’t been returning his calls and his texts were short and vague.
The next time Stiles came by the camp, he was standing at the tree line of the
clearing Derek was training them in. Scott stopped and looked over at him,
taking a hard hit to his jaw from Erica. She apologized but Scott just ignored
her as he walked over to the fairy.
He took in the sight of him when he walked over. Stiles was hunched over, and
avoiding Scott’s gaze. It had been a while since he’d seen his best friend like
that. There was also something else, a few somethings else. His ears were
pierced, both of them had a small silver hoop hanging from the lopes. The left
ear had a second piercing, a cartilage piercing connected to a chain that went
through the hoop.
“Hey, you alright?” Scott reached out and touched his cheek.
Stiles’ eyes fluttered and closed. He took a shaky breath and shook his head.
His heart was beating fast and Scott was terrified by the sound of it, because
Stiles reeked of fear.  “Can we talk somewhere more private?”
 
 
***** Pierced *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 Almost two weeks prior, Stiles had been throwing clothes into his bookbag. He
was planning on staying at least two nights at the camp. He stayed over so
often, Laura gave Ore and Rayon a cabin so they could stay near their charge.
When he heard a knock on the door, he dropped his toothbrush. Rayon called for
him before he had a chance to pick it up. Swearing, he ran down the stairs and
saw the fairy council staring up at him.
“I think it is time we have a serious talk, Mr. Stilinski.” The oldest member
of the group said as she motioned into the living room.
Once they were sitting, the youngest spoke for the group. “Sir, being friends
with a werewolf we could tolerate, but it has come to our attention that you
have been spending most of your days at their training camp.”
“I don’t care what you think, but I’m staying.”
“This is not a discussion. Werewolves are dangerous in small numbers, but
hundreds of wolf children are there, having even less control than their adult
counter parts. It is unsafe for any fairy, much less yourself.”
“But-…”
“And were one of the adults to find out who you are, it is very well possible
that they would kill you on the spot.”
“Alpha Hale hasn’t been anything but kind to me, and she knows who you think I
am!”
“Talia Hale knows there is a potential heir to our throne?” One of the men
sounded panicked while the others all stared at each other.
“She was sort of there when I made that rock thing glow.” Stiles scratched his
head. That made them look even more terrified.
The discussion changed. It wasn’t if Stiles was going to the school before the
end of the summer: it was when. Apparently some things needed to be decided
before he could actually go. Even if most of those things didn’t involve much
of his input, he still had to sit around while the council members were passive
aggressive, or his dad yelled.
One of the few decision he got to make is about his bodyguards. He’s almost
offended when they suggest they appoint new ones. Ore and Rayon were
practically his friends, and they had just recently sworn their loyalty to him.
There were things Stiles needed to do before he left, some paperwork, and a few
magical and medical checkups, done by either Mrs. McCall or the local shaman
and vet, Deaton. The magical ones were awkward enough with Deaton’s weird
phrasing and expressionless face, but most of them required that he strip.
He also had to get his ears pierced. It was fairy practice that different
piercings showed different ranks and positions within their society. While they
explained the history, he noticed that the council members were covered in
piercings, mostly ear piercings that were extravagant and dangly. Ore and Rayon
on the other hand had few piercing, none of which were bulky enough to get in
the way of a fight. The council argued about which piercings he should get
before he attended school and which ones they should wait for. Stiles just ran
his fingers over his ears. Piercings weren’t anything he ever had an interest
in having, but it apparently didn’t matter what he wanted.
They gave him just a few of his possible piercings. The lopes, which almost all
fairies had; and one cartilage piercing on the left ear, which only young high
fairies (elementals) had. And they hurt just as much as Stiles had expected
them to. Royalty usually had a few more ear piercings and facial piercings. The
King had an extensive list of piercings listed under the rank, and that
terrified Stiles.
His guards called him a wimp the night the piercings were done after the
council had left his house. It would be the last time he’d see the council for
a while, but they had their guards watching the house at all hours.
He needed to see Scott before he left.
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 Stiles sat on Scott’s bed when they got to the cabin. Scott stood next to him,
watching him.
“You got your ears pierced.” Scott said, trying to keep his tone level. Stiles
snorted. “You said you were never going to get them pierced.”
“It’s a fairy thing apparently.” Stiles shrugged and looked up at him. “It’s a
fairy status thing, the piercings show your rank. I should’ve had these since I
was born.”
“Are they the reason you haven’t been here?”
“Sort of. The Council showed up my house last week, furious.” Stiles moved his
hand to rub the back of his neck, but his fingers caught on the chain of his
jewelry. He winced and rubbed around the piercings. Scott sat next to him and
watched him carefully. “They don’t want me to be here. They want me at the
school, and they’ve stopped taking no as an answer.”
“What? They’re going to make you go? Dude, I-…”
“At this point they just want me away from you, and our pack.” Stiles looked up
at him. “And I’m afraid that if I keep fighting them…”
Scott’s heart fluttered, hearing Stiles call Erica, Boyd, and Isaac their pack.
“You think they’d hurt us?”
“Fairies hate werewolves. They hate werewolves more than they hate vampires or
witches. They think you’re nothing more than unstable animals.” The fairy
smiled at him. “But you’re not.”
Scott frowned at him, reaching out for his hand. “When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow. Ore and Rayon told the Council that I was going out to eat with my
dad.”
The werewolf stared at his best friend, his heart beating fast in his chest. It
would be the last time he’d see him for a long time. He needed to tell the
fairy, tell him everything. “Stiles, I-…”
“I didn’t want to say goodbye without talking about something…” Stiles turned
to him and took a deep breath. “You’re attracted to me, right?”
“Uh… St-…”
“You’ve been acting different since your first shift. And then when we were
looking up True Mates stuff, you kept asking about fairies.”
“Yeah… I’m pretty sure you’re my true mate...” Scott sighed and turned away,
scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t want to say anything because… and
then I thought that you didn’t...”
Stiles rolled his eyes and held the other boy’s chin, turning his face so he
could press their lips together. Scott closed his eyes and grabbed the back of
Stiles’ neck, pulling him closer. They both groaned against each other’s lips
as they pulled each other closer.
When Stiles finally pulled away he was laughing, Scott’s hand still firmly on
him. “I thought you were against it because I’m a guy, you know? I thought you
were freaking about it.”
Scott smiled at him. “No. If I was going to be with a guy, it’d better be you.”
After another heavy kiss, that has Stiles laying back on the bed with Scott
hovering him, Stiles looks up at him seriously. “I want you to give me the
claim bite.”
The alpha went rigid looking down at the fairy. “What?”
“You heard me. You have super hearing.” Stiles reached up and tugged on one of
Scott’s ears.
“You’re not even of age yet, your birthday’s not for another month.” Scott sat
up and rubbed his face.
“Please. I have no idea when I’m going to see you again. I want it now.” Stiles
sat up next to him, still leveling him with a harsh glance.
“You won’t heal like a wolf would, Stiles.” Scott shook his head. “It’s not
that I don’t want to Stiles, but I don’t know what it’ll do to you.”
Sighing, Stiles let his forehead fall against Scott’s. “Alright, we probably
wouldn’t have time to consummate it anyway.”
Scott blushed and Stiles grinned at him. The two sat there for a while, leaning
into each other but not saying anything. The door bursting open had them both
jumping. Erica pouted at Stiles. “Where have you been?”
Stiles glanced at Scott before getting up and hugging the female wolf. “Sorry
guys, I was dealing with some stuff…”
She was still pouting at him. “You missed Isaac’s first heat.”
Isaac buried his face in Boyd’s neck in embarrassment as Boyd smirked. Stiles’
face was red. “You know, I’m glad I wasn’t here for that. Did you stay in the
cabin for that Scotty?”
“I stayed with the Hales. I even got to see Derek’s room.” Scott shrugged,
moving to stand next to Stiles.
Blinking at him, Stiles looked like that information was hard to process. “You
mean he doesn’t live in a cave?”
As he rolled his eyes at the fairy, Scott slipped an arm around his waist.
Stiles instantly settled his weight against the side of his body.
The three bitten wolves’ eyes went wide. Isaac was the one that grinned and
said anything. “Fucking finally.”
Boyd and Erica both glared at him as they went over to their bedside table,
pulling out their money containers. Stiles and Scott looked at each other
before looking at Isaac. “You guys put money on it?”
“What made you guys finally get your shit together?” Erica asked as she handed
Isaac a ten dollar bill.
“I’m leaving for school tomorrow.” Stiles groaned. Scott turned his head and
nuzzled into Stiles’ hair.
Erica pulled her bill back, sticking her tongue out at Isaac. “This means Laura
wins the pot.”
Boyd rolled his eyes. “You knew that you were Scott’s true mate.”
Stiles blinked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s like he thinks I’m an idiot or
something.”
“This means Derekwins.”
It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door and Ore was calling for
Stiles. Scott tensed and looked at him. A few seconds and their lips were
together, their hands trailing over the other’s arms and torso. When the kiss
ends, they have their foreheads together, breathing each other’s air.
“Come back as soon as you can, alright?” Scott says it firmly as grips the back
of the fairy’s neck.
“I will.” Stiles smiled at him moved his hand up the werewolf’s back. “Take
care of my dad for, make sure he’s eating healthy… and you know.”
“I’ll have Mom help too.”
The fairy pressed his lips to Scott’s again. Letting his eyes flutter closed,
he felt Stiles pulled his hands away. When he opened his eyes again, Stiles was
walking out the door and he smelt like tears. Scott started to cry too as he
moved up his bed and curled into a ball. His pack sat on the bed, cuddling up
close to him.
Chapter End Notes
     This one's shorter, but I didn't want to delve into fairy school yet.
     At this point we'll be moving into a duel plot sort of thing for a
     while, so yeah! Also, I apologize for my apparent love of the betting
     pool about love lives trope. I use it a lot.
     It might be a while until I update this one again, so I can work on
     school work and my other fics. You're all gorgeous.
***** Finishing School *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Stiles stared out the window of the limo as they exited Beacon Hills, out of
the city limits and past the preserve. His dad and him had hugged for a long
time, telling each other to take care of themselves. He was so worried about
the sheriff, about his eating and drinking, and not to mention the possibility
of getting shot or mauled.
Scott had promised to make sure his dad was okay, but he was just as worried
about the werewolf as he was his dad. The werewolf who he was bound to and
loved. He was going to miss both of them, terribly. It was going to be hard and
he hated it.
It hurt to think of it, so he played with the chain hanging off ear and thought
of what the positive things about going to the school. There was Lydia Martin,
who even if he wasn’t planning on marrying anymore he was very much planning on
getting closer to her. And he was excited to learn more about himself and maybe
some magic.
It was still terrified of going. There was already a loss of control of his
life. The piercings and the car ride was proof of that. How much more could
they force him to do; what did they actually do with royalty?
Ore and Rayon were sitting across from him, leaning on each other and asleep.
He smiled at them and wondered about them and their piercings. The council had
told him the meaning of the piercings he was forced to get, he had to have the
two warriors tell him.
His head raced on the drive, and he wondered what Scott and his dad were doing.
The drive was long, longer than he expected. He knew the school was closer to
Beacon Hills than the witch academy, but he thought it was closer than this.
They pass into a small town, with many large houses. The biggest house was
surrounded by a wall, a stone mansion, with a sign that read “Stonewell School
of the Night.” The vampire school.
He noticed a group of buildings that looked like crystals erupting from the
ground. That had to be the school he was going to. He wished Scott was there to
see how pretentious the fairies and vampires were.
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Scott wasn’t listening to Derek, and Derek was content to ignore it while he
told Erica and Isaac things about omegas. It was a while before Derek glanced
at the young alpha sitting at the base of the tree that Stiles usually sat at.
“Stiles is going to the school today.” Erica supplied when the alpha turned
back to her and Isaac.
Derek nodded and scratched at his beard.
“He begged Scott give him a claim bite, last night.” Isaac shrugged and the
alpha blinked at the omega before looking back at the other alpha. “Scott
wouldn’t do it. Stiles’ isn’t of age and shit…”
Without saying anything, Derek walked over to Scott and pulled him to his feet
by the back of his shirt. Scott growled at the older man as his eyes flashed
red.
“Erica, go find Boyd. We’re going into town for the day.” Derek said, looking
at Scott with a soft expression. He heard the girl run towards the main part of
camp, where Boyd was in a lesson with the other betas.
Scott stared at Derek, his face distrusting and sad. Derek gripped his shoulder
and gave him a reassuring eyebrow.
Erica and Isaac were both impressed with Derek’s Camaro, but were equally glad
to joke that the alpha was over compensating as Boyd shoved them in the
backseat. Scott still hadn’t said a word and Derek was getting ready to punch
him to see if that would get him to talk.
He didn’t actually hit the younger wolf as he pulled into the parking lot at
the local bowling alley. The three in the back grinned as the banged on the
back of Scott’s seat so they could get out. Scott looked up at him and frowned.
Him and Stiles used to go there a lot, and Allison and him had their first date
there.
Derek rolled his eyes as he pulled Scott along, paying for a lane and five
pairs of shoes. While the others had already put them on and were looking at
the balls, Derek sat with Scott.
“He had to go.” Derek said it softly. “He needs to learn about himself and his
own kind too. I know that you miss him, more than I could ever imagine, but
it’s for the best.”
“They forced him…” Scott looked up at Derek. “They made him go, they made him
get his ears pierced. What else could they make him do? What if they force him
to marry someone else?”
Snorting, Derek stood up. “I think there’s only so much being ordered around
Stiles could handle. He’s a stubborn kid.”
Scott smiled slightly in agreement. He stood up and decided that he couldn’t
dwell on it when as far as he knew, Stiles was okay. He was going to bond with
his pack, and apparently Derek.
After Boyd creamed the rest of them in bowling, Derek took them to lunch at the
most popular diner for high school students in town. Scott recognized some of
his human classmates that were trying to get in with the popular crowd before
they even started school. He also saw Allison, sitting with a few of her and
Lydia’s friends.
Isaac nudged him as they sat at a booth. Scott nodded and scooted in next to
Derek. His eyes wandered to over to Allison a few times during the meal. She
looked just as sad as he felt. When her table was leaving, she walked over to
theirs.
“I heard Stiles headed out today.” She said softly with her best smile.
Scott nodded as he sat down his fork. “Yeah, how are you doing with Lydia
gone?”
She shrugged. “I’m copping.” Her eyes looked at the others at the table before
her eyes fell back on Scott.
“My pack. I’m an alpha you know.” He grinned at her and she smiled, nodding
slightly.
“We’re still friends, right?” She asked after she stood there in silence for a
while.
“Yeah, of course we are Allison.”
Erica snorted. “I think she wants to get back together with you, Scott.”
Isaac glared at her. “He just started finally dating Stiles, don’t make jokes
about that.”
Allison’s eyes went wide as her face went beat red. “You and Stiles?
Congratulations.”
Scott frowned and rubbed his neck. “Can you not tell anyone? I mean we haven’t
talked about much of anything. I don’t know if he’d be okay with everyone
knowing.”
“Alright. Well, I should get going.” She waved at them and left the restaurant.
Sending a glare at his omegas, Scott went back to his lunch. Derek had lost his
appetite and was sitting and glaring into space.
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Stiles stepped out of the limo as Ore held the door for him. He looked around
at the large number of fairies gathered around the gate. The headmistress and
some older fairies, and then some that looked about his age. His eyes spotted
Lydia hiding behind a fountain inside the wall.
“Mr. Stilinski, welcome to Ranonia.” The headmistress said with a smile,
motioning to the grounds. She started introducing people and he put up a hand
to stop her.
“I’ve had a long trip. I want to get settled into my room.” He tried to sound
authoritative. If the fairies were going to push, he was going to shove. “And
then I want Lydia Martin to escort me around the school.”
“Ms. Martin is a banshee, she isn’t the company…”
“She’s my friend. I trusther.”
Without another word, she turned and started walking. She whispered to one of
the teachers she managed to introduce; he nodded and walked away. Ore and Rayon
followed with the few bags he had packed.
When they arrived at the room, at the top floor of what he was told was the
boys dorms, he found a room bigger than he’d ever seen. There was a king bed in
the middle with curtains surrounding it. The desk was unnecessarily huge as
were the collection of arm chairs. There were doors, and he assumed that they
were a bathroom and closet.
Headmistress Daily was talking to him about something, but he ignored her in
favor of kicking off his shoes and falling back onto the bed. It was heaven.
She eventually left, rolling her eyes and slamming the double doors. His two
warriors sat in armchairs on the other side of the room.
Stiles had almost fallen asleep when the doors slammed open. “So, Stilinski,
you want me to be your trusted council?”
He sat up and grinned at the red head. She was looking at him sternly and it
was gorgeous. “Lydia, you’re the smartest person I know. How could I want
anyone else?”
Nodding, she looked around the room. “Good. At your right hand I’ll be able to
work my way back to the top of the social food chain. It will be mutually
beneficial.”
His eyes wandered over her. Her eyes had dark circles under them and her hair
wasn’t quite perfect. She also didn’t have any piercings that he could see.
“Banshees are low ranking.”
“Unfortunately.” She walked closer, seemingly appraising him. “You have some
serious piercings there.”
“I am a prince.” Stiles stood up and grinned at her. “It’s good to see you
Lydia.”
“Are you going to unpack, or am I going to give you a tour?”
It was early, so the campus was pretty quiet. Lydia explained that there were a
few optional classes over the summer, but most people didn’t actually go to
them. She showed him around the empty buildings, the classrooms heavily
decorated and shiny. His ADHD was going to love that. There were a lot of
buildings, all crazy beautiful.
“Are you hungry?” She asked as they got to the simplest looking building, made
of white bricks instead of the crystal like glass. There was a sign that
claimed it was the Dining Hall.
Stiles stared at her for a while, not really sure of the answer. He hadn’t
eaten anything, but he felt sick to his stomach. It was too soon be feeling
homesick, but that was probably it. She rolled her eyes when he didn’t answer
and opened the door anyway.
He followed her to the counters overflowing with food, mostly healthy and
mostly vegetables. It was a major change to the meals he was eating at the
werewolf camp. To make Lydia stop glaring at him, he put a few pieces of
lettuce on his plate and grabbed the very healthy looking meat, piling that on.
“So, we’re going to need you a suitable mate immediately.” Lydia said,
switching from the history of the fountain in the quad very indelicately.
Stiles choked on his lettuce and stared at her.
“What?!”
“You don’t want to get stuck in an arranged marriage, so we’re going to have to
pick through people, to make sure you’re compatible with them.”
“Lydia…”
“I’m not an option. I’m seeing Jackson, and a Prince should not be marrying a
banshee. Your crush has always been flattering though.” She pushed a cherry
tomato past her lips as she smiled at him.
“I’m already seeing someone.” Stiles sighed, putting down his fork. Her perfect
eyebrow rose as she chewed. He cleared his throat and looked away. “Scott.”
“Scott McCall, the werewolf? Stiles, you’re very important and the Council will
never allow-…”
“He’s my True Mate Lydia.” He looked back at her then. Her eyes widen and she
set her fork down and patted her lips. Everyone from Beacon Hills knew about
True Mates. The supernatural population was dominated by werewolves, so
everyone was familiar with werewolf terminology even if they weren’t wolves.
“That’s a completely different matter then.” She looked around the room, her
eyes landing on a group of boys that looked older than them. Every one of them
had a large hoop through their septum. “But, it still will not go over with the
old bats on the council. We will tread lightly for now.”
He took a deep breath and nodded. Lydia was the smartest person he knew, he
trusted her. “What’s up with their nose piercings? They’re not exactly
elegant.”
“They’re members of a hate group that is severely against mixing species.
They’re always harassing halflings and fairies that are dating nonfairies.” She
whispered it across the table as if they could hear her.
“Awesome.” Stiles looked at them warily, quickly looking when looked at him and
Lydia. “So, I’d probably be enemy number one, right?”
“The Halfling King of the Fae and his Werewolf Queen? Probably.” She smiled at
him deviously. He rolled his eyes and threw one of the carrots at her. The
banshee squealed as it hit her.
Lydia was eating a delicious looking angel food cake when someone approached
the table. Stiles looked up at the woman, who looked like she was just barely
an adult. She was petite, with delicate features — except her intense dark blue
eyes. Her black hair was up in a neat bun and she was wearing a floral
sundress.
“Miss Martin, you made a new friend.” She said with her soft voice.
“Nah.” Lydia smiled at the woman. “This is Stiles.”
He waved at the woman, who was now staring at him with wide eyes and looking
like she was preparing to bow. It was obvious that his preference of the
nickname had spread. “Hey…”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, your highness. I’m Miss Sunvalley, I teach
history.”
“It’s nice to meet you!” He said immediately. “And Stiles is just fine, please.
I look forward to having your class.”
She nodded at him and left with a small smile in Lydia’s direction. Lydia went
back to her cake. “That’s my mentor.”
“Who’s my mentor?”
“Probably Daily.” She shrugged.
He groaned and put his head on the table, narrowly missing his half-finished
fro-yo. “That woman gives me a bad vibe.”
“She’s a dark fairy, it’s sort of her thing.”
After lunch, Lydia dropped him off at his room. Ore and Rayon pointed to the
room next to his, their room, in case he ever needed them. He was free to roam
the school without them, but if he left the grounds he was supposedto take them
with him. The information made him snort and roll his eyes as he fell back into
his giant bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled out his phone and
called Scott.
Chapter End Notes
     So Stiles is at school now, with a bunch of racist assholes. Woot!
***** Gold Writing *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey lovlies, I would've updated sooner, but I was at an anime
     convention all weekend. Super fun, they even had a teen wolf panel at
     Katsucon. That was super awesome. And so's this:
Scott and Stiles talk on the phone for a long time, so long, Scott’s pack start
throwing things at him to make him shut up. When they hang up, they both roll
over and dream about being wrapped in the other’s arms.
When the alpha woke up, it was to a knock on the cabin door. It wasn’t Derek,
the older alpha always just barged into their space. The two omegas and Boyd
were staring at the door and Scott rolled his eyes as Laura’s scent hit his
nose. The female alpha smiled at him brightly.
“Just wanted to let you know that Derbear’s going to be out of town for a few
days.”
“Where’d he go?” Scott glanced back at his pack.
“He’s doing something for Mom, has to do with another alpha that makes terrible
decisions.” Laura shrugged. “Until he gets back, you four will be with the rest
of your year.”
“You mean we don’t get a week off?” Erica pouted as Boyd rolled his eyes.
“Your first activity starts in fifteen minutes. I’d put some clothes on.” She
winked at them and turned to leave, letting the door slam shut.
“She must be adopted. Cora and Derek are nothing like her.” Isaac mused as he
walked over to his trunk. Scott snorted as he rolled his eyes at the omega.
When they got there, the program was starting, and they had to scoot past a
group of very pissy betas to get seats. It was being run by a member of the
pack that Scott didn’t recognize, and as he listened, he groaned. The program
had nothing to do with him: Beta life cycles. Isaac and Erica apparently
started to talk to each other, about sex. A few minutes in, the beta stopped
talking and was staring straight at Scott.
“Alpha McCall. Would you please control your omegas?”
Scott rolled his eyes and stood, nodding for Erica and Isaac to follow him back
to the cabin. Boyd stood up too, following them. He was stopped when the man
called for him, reminding him that it mattered to him.
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Stiles woke up early. He had gotten into the habit of it while sleeping at the
camp, having to get up when the wolves had training. Blinking a few times, he
remembered where he was and groaned. He was hungry and wanted to try out his
new bathroom, which was bigger than his room at home.
Once he was clean, he headed out into the hall. The place was huge and it was
hard to get his bearings. He managed to get to the dining hall with only asking
one person for help though. He was ready for some eggs and bacon.
He didn’t get eggs and bacon. Looking completely scorned, he stood at the
counter, staring at the vats of cut fruit and healthy cereal (with soy milk,
what!?), holding  up the line.
“My kingdom for an egg.” He sobbed as he spooned some bananas and strawberries
onto his plate.
“Hey new kid, stop holding up the line.” The boy behind him groaned while the
girl next to him hit him.
“Leave the poor thing alone.” She pouted at him. “He’s a regulation hottie!”
Stiles stared at them. They were both high fairies, and pureblood. “Uh… sorry…”
“Don’t worry about it.” The girl held out the hand that didn’t have a plate.
“I’m Pheea and this is my twin brother Finn.”
He took it and smiled. “I’m Stiles.”
“Stiles Stilinski?” Finn asked, looking at him with disbelief. His sister was
grinning like an idiot. “Shut up, shut up!”
“The one and only.”
That’s how he ended up sitting with the two and one of their friends at
breakfast. Finn and Pheea were both dark skinned with even darker hair. Finn’s
eyes were a light, almost lime green. His sister’s eyes were dark like the rest
of her, but had dyed her hair into a pastel pink to make up for it. They were
both very talkative, even more than Stiles was.
Their friend, Blaire, on the other hand was quiet, and not a pureblood or high
fairy. She had a mid-skin tone that made Stiles unable to tell if she was
black, white, or something else. Her eyes and hair were also middle tones,
making her look pretty plain.
“I’m a nymph. A forest nymph.” Blaire explained while the two siblings were
fighting about what kind of fairy was the best, Pheea was a light elemental
while her brother was a water elemental. “I don’t have a forest assigned to me
yet, I should soon.”
“They assign you a forest? That’s stupid. Shouldn’t you get to cho-…”
“Stilinski, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lydia’s voice cut through
the conversation. She was livid, but her hair looked perfect.
“Making friends?” He turned to look at her with a shaky smile.
Her eyes were surveying the three people he was sitting with. She nodded and
sat next to him. “They’re acceptable. Worried about their positions but not
very biased against people of other stations.”
“You let a banshee control who you’re friends with?” Finn asked, not sounding
offended, just shocked.
“Stiles and I have known each other since kindergarten.” Lydia smirked at them,
leaning on the table.
“She’s the smartest person I know. I’d probably believe her if she said Jupiter
was made of bunnies.” Stiles shrugged before turning to her. “What does a guy
have to do to get some bacon around here? Or red meat?”
“Living with your wolves has corrupted your palette.” She scoffed at him.
“You’re the next king of fairies. Go ask for it.”
“You’ve lived with werewolves?” Pheea looked terrified as she stared at him.
Stiles blinked at her a few times.
“My bestfriend’s an alpha, so I spent some time at the camp with him and his
pack.” He shrugged and went back to eating his fruit.
“Stiles and Scott are a little codependant.” Lydia snorted before getting up to
get her own breakfast. “By the way, we’re going to a class today, because you
don’t know anything about fairies.”
Groaning, he stabbed a piece of melon and mock sobbed.
===============================================================================
 
Boyd came back later, looking a little sour that he had been abandoned for
lectures and craft time by himself. Erica grinned and him cheekily and Isaac
didn’t acknowledge him, since he had fallen asleep. Scott gave him a sincere
apology, throwing something at Isaac to wake him up for lunch.
Erica was mocking Scott for something when Laura’s fiancé sat down with them.
The two omegas stopped laughing and stared at him. Scott rolled his eyes at
them. “This is Josh.”
“Talia wanted me to come steal your Omegas away from you for a private lesson.”
Josh said with a small smile, his eyes flashing yellow as he bowed his head.
“As long as it’s alright with them.” Scott shrugged, glancing at Boyd who
nodded at his boyfriend and girlfriend encouragingly. They both sighed and got
up from the table.
Josh looked at Scott then. “Talia also asked me to tell you she wants to see
you in her office.”
Scott looked at Boyd, who just looked at him dismissively, standing up with his
plate. He was gathering all their plates.
The door to Talia’s office was open, and Laura and Talia both smiled at him as
he walked in. He couldn’t help but feel like it was some sort of intervention
as he sat across from Talia. Laura stood up and shut the door, the click of the
lock ringing in his ears.
“Scott.” Talia was smiling, but her eyes were on him were intimidating. Being
sized up by two powerful and older alphas was terrifying.
“Alpha Hale.” He said back with a nod.
“Please, call me Talia.” Her smile changed to one more kind, filled with mirth.
“I wished to discuss something with you.”
Laura snorted as she sat in the chair by the door, putting her feet up on her
mother’s desk. Talia pushed them off and sent a glare at her daughter and heir.
“About what, Al- Talia?” Scott asked. He had no clue what the meeting could be
about.
“About Derek.” Laura answered as she rearranged herself so she was cross-legged
in the chair. Talia nodded, giving her daughter an exasperated glance.
“What about Derek? Is he okay?” Scott inched up in the chair, and Talia and
Laura smiled at him fondly.
“Derek is as fine as he can be.” Talia sat back in her chair. “He has been
doing better since he has been mentoring you and your pack. And your immediate
concern for him is… it’s reassuring.”
Scott stared at her, then glanced at Laura, who was just smiling at him softly.
“What are you saying?”
“Scott, Derek may have once been a good pack leader, but he’d never allow
himself to have that power over any one ever again.” Talia explained, her voice
getting progressively lower. Scott was only more confused.
“Do you consider Derek part of your pack?” Laura asked, leaning forward and
staring at Scott expectantly.
He stared at her as he thought about the question. Derek was another alpha, so
he should’ve felt a need to defend himself constantly. He was feeling it then,
being cornered by two more powerful alphas, even though he trusted both of
them. When he was with Derek, when he was scolding him or groaning at one of
Isaac’s bad jokes, it was a fondness that he felt when he was with the other
members of his pack. But… “Derek’s part of your pack.”
“Yes and no. Derek is a member of the family, but the moment he made his own
pack mark he was… Hales are always connected to the Hale pack, but some do
leave and create their own or join others. Derek will always be a Hale, but he
is no longer a member of the pack.”
“But if he has a mark, then he can’t join mine.” Scott said, trying to make it
seem like he was confident of the fact.
Laura snorted. “Once you leave a pack, it’s hard to rejoin, but it isn’t so
hard to join another pack. It would be different, your pack relationship with
Derek than your relationship with Boyd or his mates.”
“Because he’s also an alpha?” Scott rubbed his face. “Is that even allowed?”
“Your pack is already unusual.” Talia said with smile. “But it something I will
discuss with Derek if you are willing to take Derek as a member of your pack.”
The young alpha groaned and nodded. His pack certainly was only getting more
and more interesting. Talia said a few more things, trying to explain what roll
Derek would play if it was agreed that he would become a member of the McCall
Pack, but Scott just wondered if Stiles would be okay knowing that he was
adding Derek to the pack, potentially.
===============================================================================
 
Stiles groaned as Lydia pulled him into a classroom, that had four other kids
in it. They all looked pumped to be there, but it was still 10 am in the
summer, so it was obviously no time to have a class. Lydia pushed him into a
seat in the front row.
Miss Sunvalley came in a few minutes later, smiling at the students and giving
a small bow to Stiles. The boy just sat back in his chair and covered his face
slightly, hoping the others wouldn’t notice the bow. She greeted them briefly
before starting to explain something about the ranking among fairies, bases on
affinity, race (as in elemental verse nymph, skin color wasn’t a big deal; hell
some fairies were purple or glowed), and purity of the blood line, and family
line.
She pulled motioned to a giant tapestry on the back of the wall, explaining it
was the fairy royal family, all the way back to the first king, Oberon and his
wife. Stiles’ family. The four others looked at it briefly, but he got up and
walked to the back of the room, tracing along Oberon’s line.
The tree had a code. Certain colors for Royal fairies, with the royal powers,
and colors for other kinds of fairies. The kings and queens by birth were in
gold. When his finger touched the cloth, the cloth flapped, despite it’s
immense weight. He looked down and saw his name, his real name, under his
parents at the bottom, glistening in golden thread.
If anything answered the Council’s question about whether or not he was king,
it was that. He shrugged and ran a finger from his own name, looking for the
most recent previous ruler. The sister of his great-great grandfather. He
followed up from her, finding a sibling to her direct ancestor. The pattern
continued, even up to Oberon’s brother. Lydia was staring at him when he turned
around, and Miss Sunvalley was still talking but was a little off topic, he’d
imagine as she was talking about him.
“You find something interesting there Stilinski?” Lydia raised her eyebrows as
a devious smile spread across her face.
He nodded. “Lydia, babe. Meet your new king.” Stiles grinned back at her.
The banshee turned to the teacher. “I think you should call Daily. I’m sure the
Council will be thrilled.”
Nodding, Miss Sunvalley shooed the other students and picked up the phone by
the door. “Tell her that it’s about Stiles. He touched the tapestry in my
classroom.”
***** Marks *****
When the headmistress arrived she let Stiles explain what happened. She didn't
say anything as she walked over to the tapestry, finding his name in gold at
the bottom. She looked at him and hummed.
"Well, Mr.Stilinski, it seems you are our true and rightful king." She said it
with no small amount of disdain. "You should've been preparing for this since
the day you were born."
Lydia crossed her arms and smirked at the woman. Miss Sunvalley smiled kindly
as her colleague. "Martha, you are so busy, allow me too take him under my wing
for most of his preparations."
She appraised her for a while before nodding. "You are the most qualified
Penelope. As the daughter of a blood royal, you know much about it."
As Miss Sunvalley thanked her, the headmistress left, mumbling about calling
the council. Lydia stared at Stiles. "Time for a real training schedule."
He sighed as he sat back down at a desk next to the banshee. The teacher pulled
her chair up closer to them so they could make a schedule.
===============================================================================
It was another two days before Scott saw Derek. His pack was doing their own
lessons, so he was taking a stroll through the woods. Her was ignoring Stiles'
texts because he was in his own lessons and Scott didn't want Lydia to kill
him.
Derek was in the usual clearing, sitting on the bench they had moved. He looked
tired and thoughtful. Scott next to him.
"Rough meeting?" The younger wolf asked quietly.
Hale turned to look at him and sighed. "You could say that."
Scott stared at him, hoping to get more information. He didn't get it.
"My mother wants me to join your pack." Derek said blandly after the two had
been sitting in awkward silence for a few minutes.
"She might've mentioned it while you were gone." He replied slowly since he was
unsure how Derek felt about the idea.
It was quiet again. Derek was certainly not the world's greatest
conservationist. "Do you want to join my pack?"
Scott stared at Derek until he gave a curt nod and covered his face. "If you
want me in you pack. I was never much good as an alpha even before..."
 Scott smiled at him. "Awesome. Your mom seemed pretty worried that you might
turn me down."
Snorting, Derek stood up. "Now you need a pack mark since you have all these
future pack members."
With a groan, Scott slumped his shoulders. "I'm not exactly the creative type."
"The tattoo on my back is the Hale mark." Derek shrugged. "Its not the most
complicated thing."
"What was your mark?"
"My pack fell apart before I could get it tattooed, but it was paw print with
the trisikele inside..."
"Maybe I could look at some other marks to get some inspiration?"
Derek stared at him before nodding and walking towards the house. Scott got up
and followed him, hoping that's what Derek meant him to do.
===============================================================================
 Stiles had been learning the history of fairies for the last two days, and it
was dreadful. His ancestors were tyrants to their own people as well as the
other species, especially werewolves and humans. 
He learned that Oberon enslaved human first borns, using them for less than
innocent purposes.
Oberon's successor, a female that took power fifty years after his death,
slaughtered werewolves and vampires. She died shortly after, leaving the fairy
council with a war that decimated them in Europe.
A king and queen couple, cousins that ruled not long after the end of the war
repaired relations with humans and witches.They were most famous for their
extravagant parties though.
Several hundreds years of kings and queens with varyingagendas, some that loved
other supernaturals  and some that didn't. Werewolves continued remain a major
enemy despite many attempts at peace by the lycanthropes.
 The queen before him, Cecilia, was very liberal but ineffective. She had many
lovers, among which were vampires and humans. She didn't accomplish much in the
way of peace. Her objectification of other creatures was seen as insulting by
leaders of the others. It never came to war because she was to well spoken and
apathetic to her own people. Eventually she took a married woman as a consort
and was murdered by the woman's husband.
Stiles didn't find much comfort in knowing that there wasn't much precedent to
legitimately loving a dog. Not even Cecilia took one as a consort.
"I've heard that non-king Royals can't be away from a sanctuary for more than
ten years while there isn't a king on the throne." Lydia asked before Miss
Sunvalley started taking about post-Cecilia fairy history.
Stiles started at her and waited for the teacher to answer. He could feel his
heart pounding in his chest. "It is true, Miss Martin. My brother died from it
while visiting a fairy tribe in Botswana."
"Is that what killed my mother?" Stiles was now looking at his desk. Lydia's
eyes were wide. 
"I'm not sure." Sitting down at her own desk, Miss Sunvalley looked lost. "When
you were born Royal magic should have stabilized, allowing them to be away from
a sanctuary indefinitely..."
Stiles battled up his hands in frustration as Miss Sunvalley declared lessons
over for the day.
===============================================================================
Stiles received a picture from Scott while he was eating dinner with his new
friends. It was piece of paper with two crudely drawn concentric circles. It
was captioned "pack mark?"
Snorting, he replied to the alpha "real creative dude"
"Derek helped" The fairy could see friend's eye roll through the text and
decided he'd call him after he ate.
"What's so funny?" Pheea asked as she stuffed her face with lettuce.
He showed them the picture. "Scott wants this to be his pack mark."
 Lydia rolled her eyes. The two agreed to tell their new friends about Scott
and the pack, but they weren't sure if they could trust them enough to tell
them about the true nature of Stiles and Scott's relationship.
The three of them all had questions about how stupid the alpha one and Stiles
was inclined to agree. He shoved the rest of his food in his mouth and got up
after another text from the werewolf.
 "So you really think it's really terrible?" Scott whined as soon as he
answered the call.  
"Nah. Its very you. Simple." Stiles grinned he fell back onto his bed. "When
are you getting the tattoo?"
 “Just as soon as Talia registers it with the Alpha council.” Stiles heard
Erica and Isaac heckling him in the background. “It shouldn’t take more than a
week.”
“When are your dysfunctional pups going to get it?”
“Not for a while. Derek’s going get it almost right away.”
Sitting up, Stiles got his earing chain stuck on his bedspread. He whimpered
but quickly went to yelling “What?” at Scott. “Derek Hale is joining your
pack?”
“Yeah…”
“You know he’s like an alpha too right? And older? And from a legit werewolf
family?”
“And he’s too afraid to have his own pack. Having him around will be good, he
knows more than me and he’ll be a good second.” Scott sighed. “Are you really
that against it?”
“No… I was just a little worried about him not respecting your authority.”
Stiles ran his hand over his face.
“He and I have talked about this… it’ll be fine.”
They were quiet for a while. “Do I get to get your pack mark?”
Scott almost dropped his phone in shock. “I thought tattoos were against fairy
like everything.”
Stiles shrugged. “You really think I care if it’s against fairy aesthetics?
But, if I’m getting a tattoo, I think you should get a piercing.”
“I don’t know if I even can Stiles… With the way werewolves heal…”
“Come on, I’m going to have a fucking bite mark on my shoulder, I want
something to mark you as taken too… I want to the piercings that are wedding
rings.”
“I’ll ask Derek…”
Stiles smiled and they started talking about other things, like how Scott’s
pack was doing and Stiles’ new friends. He also told the wolf about the two new
piercings he was getting at some point the next week, but refused to tell Scott
where they were going to be. They ended the call well past midnight, exchanging
“I miss you”s.
===============================================================================
Miss Sunvalley was talking about the council, but Stiles was too distracted
thinking about his new piercings. The things were annoying to take care of and
he wasn’t used to them, but he was starting to appreciate them.
“…the current council are the descendants of the last queen’s council.” She
paused and stared at him. “Are you with me your majesty?”
He blinked and stared at her. “Wait, so when I get like the crown, I get
appoint a new council? I thought they were voted for...”
“You can choose to have your council arranged that way.” She smiled. “But I
figured you might want Miss Martin on your council.”
He stared at her and nodded. Lydia hadn’t joined him for class that day,
instead she was hanging out with Blaire, Pheea and Finn to see if they were
going to be loyal and trustworthy allies in their fight to change aspects of
fairy society.
“There are five members to the council, with one as the leader-…”
“But I only met four.”
“The head of the council recently died, and we hadn’t voted on which of her
possible heirs would be taking her place.” She moved closer to him. “But it
won’t be much of an issue once you take the throne.”
“Well will that be exactly?” Stiles rubbed the back of his neck as he looked
just next to her head.
“On your birthday.” She sighed and pulled her chair across from him at his
desk. “The week before your birthday, you will be isolated and you will fast.
There will be a giant celebration on the day of your birthday. For five days
after that, you will be locked away with your council to discuss immediate
needs of your rule.”
“Seven days without food?” He groaned and slumped into the chair, pressing his
face against the surface of his desk. “There better be food at this damn
party.”
Miss Sunvalley laughed and rubbed his back gently. “With that, I think it’s
time for our lessons to be over for the day. I believe it is almost time for
your appointment with Headmistress Daily.”
===============================================================================
Scott growled at the tattoo healed away, painfully. Derek rolled his eyes as
Laura moved out of the chair, cleaning up the ink. He replaced her in the chair
and held out his hand, waiting for the blowtorch.
“What?” The younger alpha asked as he watched Derek light it. “You didn’t
mention that.”
Derek just smirked and nodded for Boyd to hold down his alpha.
Scott got a pic of his new tat when he got back to the cabin, grinning his ass
off despite the pain he went through to get it. He sent it to Stiles,
mentioning the blow torch.
A few minutes later he got a message from Stiles saying “I win” followed by a
shirtless picture of the fairy, his nipples swollen from the new rings of metal
attached to them. And another text that said “come up this weekend”. Putting
his hand to his swelling dick, he sent back a text confirming he’d find a way
to Stiles.
***** Picnic *****
Stiles was scratching his back, it had been insistently itchy for a few days,
but it was getting worse. He answered his phone as he rubbed his back against
the post of his bed. “Yo, what’s up?”
“So, I have a way there… How am I getting in?”
“You’re not…” Stiles looked around the room for his shoes as Lydia knocked on
his door for the third time. “We’re going to the park, so you can meet me
there…”
“How am I supposed to find a park?”
“It’s a small town Scott. There’s only one park.” Stiles bent down to grab his
shoes, listening to Lydia yell his name through the door. “I got to go before
Lydia rips be a new one…”
Scott tried to say something else as Stiles hung up and pulled on his shoes,
yelling at the banshee.
The walk to the park was nice, it was nice to get out of the school grounds.
Lydia was talking to him about something important but he just kept wondering
if there was some place private in the park. Pheea was flirting with his two
guards.
When they got there, Stiles spotted Jackson and rolled his eyes. The red head
grinned beside him and ran to the vampire, kissing him passionately as she was
picked up. Stiles looked away and waited for them to finish so Jackson could
mock him.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jackson said when he finally stopped snogging Lydia.
Stiles mocked surprise. “You’re not going to make fun of me?”
“Lydia said if I did, I’d have to go back to my school.”
“Whipped there, huh, blood sucker?’ Stiles grinned at him before looking back
to see his new friends staring at Jackson in horror. “Jackson’s not that bad.
Doesn’t even have his fangs yet.”
“I could still break your nose, Stilinski.”
“Good luck, my warriors have pretty quick reflexes.”
Jackson looked at the fairy warriors and just nodded in agreement. Blaire just
sighed and held up the picnic basket, “Well, I brought food and a Frisbee.”
Stiles had just called a time out in the game when Jackson turned around and
swore. “You invited dogs Stilinski?”
“They’re better behaved than you are.” Stiles glared at the vampire before
running towards Scott.
Erica and Isaac whistled as Scott held the fairy tightly, nuzzling into Stiles’
neck. Stiles chuckled as he waved at the pack. “Is there somewhere around here
we can be alone?”
Stiles bit his lip and glanced back at the group of fairies. “Yeah… Lydia
mentioned somewhere…”
He pulled back and went to introduce the wolves to the fairies. Pheea was
immediately smiling flirtatiously at Isaac, but Boyd and Erica both growled at
her and she stepped back with her hands up. She then put her attention to
Derek. Finn apologized for his sister and made her sit down in time out. After
he was sure the fairies and wolves weren’t going to get into a massive fight,
they were actually getting along well considering, before he took Scott’s hand
and snuck off.
“Ore’s following us.” Scott whispered as he squeezed the fairy’s hand.
“It’s his job. Don’t blame a guy for wanting to keep me safe…” Stiles grinned
at him before pulling him suddenly into a cluster of trees.
Scott grinned and put his face back in the crook of Stiles’ neck. “This the
spot?”
Stiles nodded as he let the werewolf back him against a tree. “I missed you.”
Growling, Scott moved his lips from Stiles’ neck to his mouth, kissing him
harshly as his hands worked under Stiles’ shirt.
“C-Careful, they’re still a little tender.” The fairy pushed him away slightly
and Scott just grinned, pulling Stiles’ shirt over his head.
“Hey Stiles…” Scott moved in close, breathing in Stiles’ ear. “You’re not just…
this isn’t just because you’re my True Mate, right?”
Moaning at the gentle tug Scott gave his new piercings, Stiles gripped the
alpha’s shoulders. “We’re having this conversation now?”
Scott moved his other hand to Stiles’ hip, pulling them closer together. “I
need to know… I need you to tell me now… because if we keep going, I’m not sure
I can stop…” Then he pulled an unpierced part of Stiles’ ear into his mouth,
teasing at it with his teeth.
“Fuck… I want this… I want you.” Stiles breathed as he let his head fall back
to the tree as he felt Scott’s dick brush against his through their jeans. “I
want you…”
“Good…” Scott kissed his way down Stiles’ neck, pausing to suck a hickey on his
collar bone, before gently drawing one of Stiles nipples into his mouth. Stiles
was embarrassed by the noise he made as Scott pulled down his zipper, pulling
his pants and underwear out of the way.
Stiles was panting and locking his fingers into Scott’s hair. He looked down
and the other boy looked up at him with glowing red eyes before sinking to his
knees. The fairy closed his eyes as the werewolf took a long lick up his dick
and then wrapping his mouth around it.
As Scott continued, Stiles felt himself go weak, his body only being supported
by the tree and the hand gripping his hip tightly. But his back burned against
the tree, the itch at his shoulder blades only bearable because of the pleasure
his Mate was giving him.
Stiles yelled Scott’s name just as he came down the werewolf’s throat, without
any warning. Scott choked slightly at first but managed to swallow it down
before pulling back with a groan. The fairy had hunched over him and was
panting, a few drops of hot liquid fell on Scott’s back and the scent of blood
hit him.
“Stiles?” Scott moved to stand up, moving his arms to support Stiles’ weight.
When the werewolf looked at him he gasped, repeating the fairy’s name.
Stiles was crying, his face contorted in pain. The blood was coming from his
back, from where a pair of wings was coming from his shoulder blades. The
wings, two wide and parallel shimmering things, were covered in the red liquid.
“Sc-Scott…”
“Shh…” Scott kissed his temple. “Can you pull them back in?”
“What?” Stiles gave him a panicked look before looking back and seeing the
wings. He groaned and buried his face into Scott’s shoulder. “That explains the
itching…”
“You mean this hasn’t happened before?” Scott pulled him close and used one
hand to gently touch them. The wings fluttered violently as Stiles whimpered in
pain.
“Sensitive…”
Sighing, Scott caught Stiles’ lips with his own. “Can you stand on your own for
a bit? I need to pull your pants back up.”
Stiles reached behind him and found the tree. He nodded and slumped back
slightly as Scott bent down. When Scott was holding him again, he nuzzled into
him. “I need to get back to school…”
Stiles was still bleeding, and he knew that. He didn’t need Ore and Scott
remind him as they helped him get back to where the pack and the fairies were
sitting and eating. They all looked up at them as they approached. Lydia just
sighed with exasperation.
“We can’t very well take the wolves with us back to school.” The banshee said
over her book as Scott and Ore helped Stiles sit down.
“Why not?” Erica asked, sounded offended.
“Because Daily would probably kill you on sight.” Finn snorted as he reached
out to touch Stiles’ wings. Scott grabbed his hand with a snarl.
“I had a feeling this might happen.” Lydia hummed, turning the page. “The King
of the Fae has beautiful iridescent wings that resemble that of the dragonfly,
and they reveal themselves at great physical and emotional sensations.”
Stiles glanced at Scott. “Getting a blow job from a soul mate… I’d say that has
a lot of sensations.”
The entire collective glared at him and looked to Lydia. She hummed. “I’m going
to call Miss Sunvalley.”
“Who?” Derek asked as he growled at Erica and Isaac who were reaching towards
Stiles’ wings.
“A teacher who won’t freak out about werewolves. She’s not a racist piece of
shit like the headmistress.” Finn explained.
“I think I’ve seen Daily in meetings with members of The Crystal Wings.” Blaire
groaned, laying back on the picnic blanket.
“They’re an extremist group that oppose any and all breeding out of the fairy
race.” Pheea explained when the wolves looked confused. “They used to just be a
club for the older purebloods, but in the last few years, the numbers in are
age group have shot through the roof.”
“We have a group like that, they call themselves the Blood Cleansers.” Jackson
said from where he was sitting against the nearest tree. “They’re all a bunch
of snooty wannabe cool kids.”
“You would know Jackass.” Stiles spat at the vampire, but Jackson just
shrugged.
“Watch what you say there Stilinski. I’d hate to see what would happen if one
of those pretty wings got busted off.”
Scott growled at the vampire and only backed down when Stiles gripped his
shoulder tightly.
“He’d die Jackson, so stop joking about it.” Lydia glanced at her boyfriend as
she moved the phone from her ear. “She’s on her way.”
Stiles sighed and rested his head against Scott. “You guys okay with the
werewolves?” The question was directed at the fairies, who all looked at each
other.
“Why wouldn’t we?” Blaire shrugged.
“I am concerned how you’re going to convince them to let you stay with Scott.”
Finn said firmly, staring at the alpha.
“I’m King and I can do what I want. If they don’t like it, they can fight me.”
When Miss Sunvalley finally showed up, she looked like she had just been told
the best news ever. “Mr. Stilinski, you grew wings.”
“D-Don’t touch them…” She withdrew her hand with confusion. “They hurt…”
“They shouldn’t.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at them more closely.
“And you shouldn’t be bleeding…”
“That’s comforting.” He looked at her with an unimpressed expression.
“It could be because you’re not of age yet… but…” She apologized as she wiped
her fingers across the wings, the dried blood flaking off to reveal translucent
material and seemingly throbbing colors. Stiles pressed his face into Scott,
biting into his shoulder to suppress the whimper.
“What were you doing when this happened?” She asked, watching curiously as
Scott ran his hands through Stiles’ hair.
Stiles groaned. “Having an orgasm…” Scott looked away from her, coughing
slightly.
“With this werewolf? You know that I’m very open about this sort of thing,
Stiles, but you’re…”
“Nature Bound.” Stiles said flatly, looking at her. Her eyes went wide and she
stared at Scott, a smile slowly going back to her face.
“That is a different story.” She stood up and held her hands out to help Stiles
to his feet. “I think I have a solution.”
Warily, he put her hands in hers and let her pull him away from Scott. She held
him up. “Wolf… Uh, what’s your name?”
“Scott?” The alpha stood up.
“Put your hands between the wings, please?”
Scott did as he was told and Stiles groaned, trying to push closer to the
teacher, but she kept him steady. The alpha started to pull his hands away, but
Miss Sunvalley told him to press harder. Suddenly the wings were pulling into
Stiles’ body, leaving callused, almost scalely patches on his should blades
that had a ridge right where the wings had been attached.
He was falling back into Scott and Scott caught him, looking down at him.
Stiles had fallen unconscious.
“I should take him back to the school. He should rest…” She said with a smile.
Scott nodded, holding onto him tightly.
“You should go home Scott. We’ll take care of him.” Rayon said with a smile as
Ore took Stiles’ from Scott’s arms, to carry him.
“Make sure he calls me when he wakes up…” Scott mumbled as Derek put a hand on
his shoulder.
Ore and Lydia ride back to the school with Stiles and Miss Sunvalley. When they
get to Stiles’ room, Headmistress Daily and one of the council members were
there. They both looked angry as they watched Ore put Stiles on the bed.
“What happened?” Daily ordered, staring at Lydia.
“His wings.” Lydia replied boredly.
The council member gasped and looked at him, as if it was an utter scandal.
“Before he is of age?”
The banshee shrugged and glanced at Miss Sunvalley.
“Irresponsible.” The headmistress mused as she walked over to the bed, tilting
Stiles’ face with her finger. “Stiles was not raised as one of us, and he does
not have a solid understanding of our customs nor does he know his own
abilities. It has been decided that while he will have the title King as is his
birthright, until he has been deemed ready, he and his council will not have
authority over our people.”
“Who decides when he is ready?” Miss Sunvalley looked at her boss warily.
“The current council will decide, naturally.” The councilwoman said with a
smile. “With what we have heard, it will not be long before he is ready for the
throne and the responsibility.”
The three fairies watched as Daily and the councilwoman left, then all looked
at Stiles, who groaned in his sleep and called out his mate’s name.
***** Isolated *****
 Scott screamed in frustration the second he got into the cabin, kicking his
trunk and falling onto his bed. Erica and Isaac both moved to go to him, but
Derek just caught both of them.
“Leave him.” They both looked at him, confused. “The closer him and Stiles get
physically, the closer they get… metaphysically.”
That didn’t clarify anything, so Boyd gave it a shot. “The more they get busy,
the more they can feel each other’s emotions.”
The two omegas shrugged with one last glance at their alpha. Erica then grinned
at Derek. “So, there were pretty intense scents rolling off you when that
teacher showed up.”
Derek covered her face, pushing her away. “I’m going back to the house.”
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When Stiles woke up, his entire body ached. There wasn’t a part of his body
that didn’t have a throbbing pain. There were four faces staring at him as he
blinked open his eyes and took in his surroundings.
“Where’s Scott?” He asked, staring at Lydia.
“Scott took his pack and went home.” The banshee said with a smile. “How are
you feeling Stiles?”
“Like shit…” He sat up and reached back to feel the scales on his back.
“Well, strap on your big boy pants, because you’re about to feel a whole lot
worse.” Ore hit his partner for the comment.
“What... What happened?”
“On Daily’s recommendation… when they crown you king on your birthday, it’ll be
in name only.” Miss Sunvalley explained.
His eyes went wide and moved to Lydia, who nodded solemnly. “When they think
you’re ready, they’ll give you and your council authority…”
“They’ll never think I’m ready…” Stiles put his face in his hands.
“What do you mean? You’re practically ready now…”
Lydia cut off the teacher with a small glare. “It’s not about whether he’s
ready or worthy to lead, or can change anything. It’s about Scott.”
Nodding, Stiles stood up and walked to his closet, throwing on a shirt. “As
long as I’m with Scott… with a werewolf… they’ll never give me authority.”
“Stiles…”
He punched his wardrobe, his bones crunching against the wood as his wings
popped out of his back, cutting through his shirt. There was no blood with the
wings that time, no cutting pain just a bit of a pinch, but the wings were red
anyway, the veins pulsing with the color. “I don’t want to have to hide him… I
don’t want to have to choose between Scott and my birthright…”
Lydia reached for him, but he moved towards his door. “After I get my crown,
I’m marrying Scott and then this hatred ends.”
Then he was out the door. He heard gasps from the other students as he walked
across campus to get to Daily’s office. She was on the phone when he opened the
door, ignoring the protests from her secretary.
“Mr. Stilinski…”
“Don’t.” He said as he put his hands on her desk. “I know what you’re doing,
and it’s not going to change anything.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Stiles.” She smiled at him kindly. “I’m
only doing what is best for you and our people. It’s obvious you’re not ready,
which isn’t your fault.”
Stiles continued to glare at her.
“How are you feeling? Your wings are stunning.”
He turned and stormed out just like he had come in, loud and angrily.
When he got back to his room, he found his wardrobe open, Ore throwing all his
shirts on the floor, on top of Rayon who was examining and cutting them. He
felt his wings flutter behind him as they turned to stare at him.
“We’re… uh…” Rayon started before Ore took the scissors from his hand and
finished for him. “We’re cutting holes in all your clothes for your wings.”
Nodding, he looked at where Lydia was sitting on his bed, looking at her nails
like they were the most interesting things in the world. She glanced up at him.
“If you want to make a difference, we have to double time your lessons.
Sunvalley is currently contacting her parents. All Royal fairies a prepped on
how to prepare for a King child.”
Stiles groaned and fell face forward onto the bed. Lydia made a small noise of
shock and he felt a hand on his wings, which didn’t hurt thankfully.
“They changed color.” She said with her usual curious tone. “They’re black
now.”
He just blew a breath out of his nose and turned so he could look at her. The
banshee was just grinning at him.
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Full moon was in just over a week, and so was Stiles’ birthday. Erica, Isaac,
and Boyd ran around the Hale’s land with Derek, learning werewolf things and
trying to tackle the alpha. Their Alpha spent most of his time sitting
dejectedly in the cabin or a secluded part of the forest. The omegas avoided,
their instincts telling them to leave their brooding alpha alone. Boyd
sometimes sat with him, in silence, in an attempt to help his alpha.
Derek leaned on the tree across from him, watching the younger boy until he
looked up. “We’re doing this again?”
Scott huffed and stood up, so the older alpha wouldn’t pull him up by his
collar again. “It’s hard. I miss him and I’m worried about him. Everything
feels so crazy.”
“Have you heard from him?”
“I talked to him yesterday. It’s just so fucked up.” He pulled at his hair in
frustration.
“It is. But it doesn’t change that you have a pack to take care of, not to
mention yourself. When was the last time you ate a full meal?”
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Stiles was searching through the library to find good reading material during
his week of isolation, while his new friends complained about it. Lydia was
giving him an unimpressed look as he piled books into Ore’s arms.
“Okay, so you picked four of your five council. You still need another person,
and you need to pick a head of your council.” She was looking at the check list
she had made on her phone.
“Well, I mean I don’t know who else I trust other than you guys. And Daily
already told me that my sworn warriors can’t be part of my actual council.” He
grabbed a book and flipped through it. Pheea said something about it being
terribly written so he put it back.
“What about Miss Sunvalley? She’s knowledgeable and she’s your family.” Blaire
suggested as she moved to sit on one of the tables.
Stiles snorted. “I’m related to almost every fairy on the planet. She’s like my
third cousin or something.”
“But we trust her, and I think you need someone with a little more knowledge
than the four of us have.” Lydia raised her eyebrows at him.
“I think she might be in her office.” Finn looked up from the book he was
reading. “You should go talk to her.”
“Fine.” Looking at Lydia, he sighed. “You’re going to be the head of the
council.”
“Are you trying to get Daily to kill you?” Ore looked around the pile of books.
“A Banshee as the head?”
“The king and the head of his council are bound almost like the mate bond, and
if I’m going to be bound to someone, it’s going to be Lydia Martin.”
Lydia rolled her eyes. “Even with a true mate, I see you haven’t given up on
your life long pursuit to make me yours.”
He just grinned at her before turning and heading to one of the school
buildings. Miss Sunvalley was reluctant, but accepted his request to be part of
his council. Ms. Daily did her best to internalize her annoyance when he told
her his council, but nodded and noted the names onto a very official looking
document.
Scott called him that night, it would be two weeks before they could talk
again, so the conversation was long despite them not having anything to talk
about. They were both on the verge of tears when Stiles hung up so he could
call his dad. His dad sounded busy when he called, but the sheriff made sure to
mention that he had been invited to Stiles’ birthday celebration and would be
there.
The next morning, Stiles got dressed and opened the doors to find the current
council and Rayon standing outside of his door. There was a tray of food with
them, containing his last full meal for the next week. Once he had eaten it and
a small ceremony of words and water flinging, they mentioned that at sundown,
he’d get a loaf of bread and a glass of milk from one of his guards. He
wouldn’t get to talk to them, but he was grateful it wouldn’t be complete
isolation for a full seven days.
Once the room was cleared, the council left with small nods. Rayon smiled at
him and held up a golden key. “If something goes terribly wrong, like you
somehow manage to hurt yourself beyond self-repair, Ore or me will be right
outside the door the entire time.”
Stiles smiled at him and nodded, holding his cell phone out to his warrior.
Silence started then.
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It was torture to not hear from Stiles, and it was worse having his pack’s eyes
on him from pity. Derek tried to talk to him, but Scott wouldn’t listen. He
knew that full moon was soon, and Erica could have her first shift. He knew
that Isaac would go into heat again not long after the moon. It was all too
much for him.
The young alpha decided it was time to go home for a little bit. Talia smiled
at him kindly when he told her that he wanted to get away from camp for a few
days, and even drove him home personally. His mom hugged him tightly and made
dinner, despite how obvious it was that she hadn’t done any cooking since he’d
been away. The house smelled weird, or maybe it was just because he was more
sensitive.
“So, what’s with the sudden need to be home?” His mom asked as she spooned
green beans onto his plate.
“It’s just… I miss Stiles.” He sighed as he picked up his glass.
“He’s your best friend, it’s understandable that you’d miss him. This is going
to be the first birthday you two won’t spend together since you met.” Melissa
smiled at him.
Scott looked away as his face changed color. “Mom… actually…”
She gave him a strange look as she set down her fork. The nurse was silently
urging him to continue.
“Stiles and I… were not just friends anymore…”
Melissa was glad she decided she hadn’t taken her first bite of diner. “You
mean… you and Stiles are..?” Scott nodded, still barely looking at her. “Honey,
you guys are young and… are you sure you and Stiles want to risk your
friendship for…”
“He’s my Mate Mom. My True mate.” Scott finally looked at him mother, trying to
gauge her reaction.
Shock covered her face, but it slowly made way for a smile and sincere smile.
“Oh. Has Stiles told the Sheriff?”
“I don’t think so, not yet anyway…” Shrugging, he stabbed at his vegetables.
“We’re sort of keeping it a secret right now.”
“You should be proud of being his true mate, it’s not because you’re afraid of
what people will think about you being with a guy, is it?”
“No Mom, of course not. I love him.” Scott gave her a small smile. “But he’s
afraid of what the fairies will do if he finds out he’s with a werewolf.”
“When are you seeing him again?”
“In like two weeks, he’s coming home before the school year starts for a few
days.”
Melissa just smiled at him again before she started eating and asking about his
pack.
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Stiles spent the first two days of his isolation pacing around his room and
staring at the books he had picked out. He looked over the small version of his
family tree for a while, but didn’t really do anything more than stare at his
own name.
When he wakes up on the third day, he stares at his ceiling for a while before
finally getting off his bed. He sat in the center of his sitting area and took
a few deep breaths. One of the books he got on Ore’s recommendation was on
fairy Buddhists, and how meditating was even more affective for fairy members
of the religion than the human practitioners since they were already closer to
nature. After a few breaths he felt his wings slide out from his back and he
opened an eye to look back. They were a pale green, almost completely
colorless.
The rest of the week he spent meditating on an off, concentrating on things he
wanted to accomplish as king, and things he wanted to do for himself, and of
course he thought about Scott.
He had lost track of time by the time Ore walked into his room with an entire
rolling tray full of food and greeted him with actual words. Stiles smiled at
the food gratefully and made Ore sit and talk with him.
***** Crowned *****
Miss Sunvalley came in shortly after, to give him two piercings on each ear
lobes, leaving him with three piercing on his ears. She also told him, as he
dabbed the back of his ears and complaining about blood, that he’d be getting
at least three more during the ceremony.
Lydia dressed him in a ceremonial robe, a white frock that looked a lot like a
dress, with actual gold around the neck. He sat in one of the chairs with his
arms crossed as she forced a small amount of makeup onto his face. His two
warriors just snorted in amusement as they watched.
Once she was finished making him look like a proper king — Rayon muttered “drag
queen”, she headed to make sure the others were properly dressed.
After a few minutes of sitting in the room, waiting for the official start
time, he heard a knock at his door. Ore glanced at the clock on his nightstand
and shrugged as Rayon opened.
A man in a tux stepped into the room, looking rather confused as he pulled at
his coat. Stiles’ eyes went wide as he sprung off his bed, running towards him.
“Dad!” He said with a smile as he hugged the Sheriff, his wings popping out of
his back and glowing a pale green.
The sheriff hugged him back tightly. When he let go and looked over his son,
his mouth formed a tight frown. “You look so different.”
Stiles shrugged, his wings fluttering slightly at the movement. “Not much I can
do about it at this point.”
With a sigh, he ran his fingers over his son’s buzzcut. “The piercings would
look better if you let your hair grow out.”
Grinning, the fairy pulled his father over to his sitting nook, telling him
about things that couldn’t be conveyed in a text or a phone call.
“So you and Lydia...?” The sheriff raised his eyebrows.
“Nah. I’m over her, beside she’s still seeing Jackass.” Stiles shrugged,
glancing away. “But there was something I wanted to talk to you about… that’s
like that um…”
“What is it Stiles?”
“Dad… I sort of…” He was interrupted by the doors opening and two members of
the last queen’s council walked in, the first coaxed Sheriff Stilinski out of
the room and escorted him to where the ceremony was taking place.
The second looked at Stiles and smiled. “Are you ready, your majesty?”
Stiles just shrugged as he made a small sound of distress, his wings changing
to a swirling yellow.
Stiles followed the councilwoman and looked around. Campus was deserted, except
for the dozens of cars overflowing from the parking lot near the front gate.
She walked without looking at him, opening a door to what Lydia said was the
auditorium earlier that summer. When he walked in, he found himself back stage
and could hear the murmurs of the people waiting in the seats beyond the
curtain.
Lydia, Blaire, Miss Sunvalley, and Pheea and Finn were standing near the edge
of the stage. He walked over to them and leaned his head against Finn’s
shoulder. “I am so not ready for this.”
Miss Sunvalley smiled at him and tugged at his shoulders to wrap him in a tight
hug. “It’ll be fine. You don’t have to do anything but sit there, smile, and
repeat after the eldest council member.”
Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “I come out last, right?”
“Yeah, the five of us go out last and take our oaths, then you come out and
take yours. After they give you your last piercings and crown you, you and me
will do the binding ceremony.” Lydia said as he moved a lock of hair over her
shoulder, exposing her still unpierced ears.
The music stopped and the four councilmembers all moved to take their places on
the stage. Stiles stood at the side to look out at the crowd of people, it was
quite a crowd. Lydia walked up next to him and pointed at the Vice President as
well as the several ambassadors from other countries. Stiles was all on board
to developing a fainting problem.
Welcoming the audience, some of them by name or position, the youngest council
member quickly moved out of the way to let the oldest speak. The words that
were said were optimistic, hoping that Stiles would continue the peace between
the Fae and the other species in the world. But they also explained that he
would not receive his full political power until he was deemed ready, due to
his inexperience with fairy customs. The speech was finished by a fond
explanation of Stiles being endlessly strange, especially considering his
preferred name.
Then Stiles’ council was called onto the stage by name and fairy type. He heard
a few gasps when Lydia was introduced as a banshee and the head of the council.
The council moved on as if they hadn’t noticed though, as they distributed the
ear cuffs that would show others their positions. They lead the five young fae
in a short oath, swearing loyalty to the fairy monarch and the interests of the
Fae peoples, while making the best of efforts to maintain peace with others.
Before Stiles knew what was happening, one of the stage hands was harshly
motioning at him that he was supposed to get ready to go on stage. The lights
on the stage was blinding, and he couldn’t see into the crowd a walked into the
center of the stage. He stood in front of a throne, next to Lydia at its right,
with the rest behind him.
He didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying as he repeated the oath,
with the same meaning as the council oath only longer and more specific. His
eyes were on the hands of the other three previous council members. Each was
holding a covered coushin. Stiles knew one had his last few piercings and the
other had the circlet that acted as his crown, but the third was mystery to
him. As the last of his words trailed off, his eyes met the councilmember that
had been speaking. She was smiling at him as she motioned for the first to come
with the cushion. The piercings. Stiles was glad the crowd couldn’t see his
face as she stabbed them through his ears. He was still a wimp about getting
them.
The crown was painless as the circle of golden leaves was placed on his
buzzcut. He glanced at Lydia who only pursued her lips, telling him silently
that it needed to be grown out, and as soon as possible.
“The Heart of Oberon, as it is called, is not just the heart of our first
monarch, but the heart of every monarch after him.” She said as she uncovered
the stone. “It has long been used to identify the non-ruling members of our
royal family, but it also used but our ruler to use the wisdom of their
predecessors. When our current king meets his end, his body will decay but the
stone will return to us from his crystalized heart.”
Stiles looked down at the stone, then gawking at the older fairy. She gave him
a strange look then nodded. “Your majesty, if you would please put your hands
on the stone, allow it become a part of yourself.”
“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled under his breath as he reached out to touch the
stone, which had gotten him into this mess in the first place. The second his
fingers touched the stone, the white light from before filled the entire
building, along with the gasps of surprise. The rock itself lifted off its
cushion and started disappearing. His body started feeling heavy then as the
rock was gone and the light had faded he felt a strong energy flowing through
him.
As he stood there blinking, the council woman introduced him with a flourish.
“King Zytka Stilinski!”
There was cheering in the crowd as Lydia stood up and pumped his shoulder. Once
the crowd was quieted down, there was a quick ceremony to bind Stiles and
Lydia, so they can easily share ideas and be able to find each other.
Stiles finally sat down in his throne as the curtains closed the crowd started
talking amongst themselves. He took a few deep breaths as Lydia sat on the arm
of the chair. “How are you feeling Stiles?”
“Like a bomb about to blow.”
The only thing that got him up after things were arranged on the stage for the
group of important fairies was the promise of food and his dad.
Before he was allowed to eat or go say hello to his father, he had to talk to
all the other representatives. He got to smile and shake the vice president’s
hand, wait until Jackson’s egotistical ears heard that. He assured all the
humans that he was going to continue the friendship between the Fae and humans,
as well as try to grow it. The vampire just shook his hand and didn’t speak.
The witch was bubbly and wouldn’t stop talking, asking him questions about his
thoughts on the restriction of magic, both arcane and fae, and how he thinks
witches and fairies should repair their relationships. The encounter left him
wondering if that’s how other people viewed him, since he knew he had quiet the
mouth.
Finally he was shaking the hands of two werewolves, both of who’s eyes flashed
red.
The male just scoffed and let his eyes travel over him. The woman smiled at him
kindly. “Talia has mentioned you a few times since you and her have met.”
Stiles blinked at her, recognizing her as the other Alpha that lived in Beacon
Hills, before smiling back. “All good things, I hope.”
“Yes. She has high hopes for you, and what you can bring to fairy werewolf
relations.”
With another nod, he pulled away from the werewolves to go sit at the head of
the grand table. Most of the audience had left, and the party was only for the
important non-fairies and the highest ranking of his own kind. Lydia was on his
right, with the rest of his new council on the other side of her. The old
council was to his left. His dad was at the other head of the table, next to
Alpha Ito and the witch representative.
Dinner was delicious, but Lydia reminded him to pace himself, since he hadn’t
barely eaten in the last week. He didn’t listen and knew he was probably going
to have puke most of it later. The conversation at the table was very
political, but centralized. The European representatives all talked among
themselves, the Asian representatives as well. The vampire, witch, and
werewolves all were silent at their end of the table, and his dad looked
increasingly bored and awkward.
After he scoffed down his desert, he was forced to thank everyone for coming
and dismissing then from the dinner. The council all left to prepare the room
for Stiles’ second bout of isolation with his new council.
His dad walked over to him and smiled. The conversation they had was short and
he didn’t get to tell him anything he wanted to tell him, as the council was
rushing him out the door. He knew he was seeing his dad soon for almost two
weeks, but it was still hard.
The purpose of the isolation was determine their positions politically and what
they wanted from Stiles’ reign. Lydia spoke most of the time, voicing Stiles’
opinions while he thought about his plans for the two weeks he’d be home.
***** Hurt *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, it's been forever since I updated. But now I'm updating. Isn't
     that cool? I think so.
     I'm in hell week for school. So in two weeks I'll be on break which
     means more regular updates, searching for at least a part time job,
     and dealing with my parents. Woot! Anyway, hope you like the update.
Scott sat next to the cage that Erica had been placed in. Her mates were hoping
that it would finally be the night she had her first shift, so the pack could
run in their wolf forms together. The blonde girl pressed her face through and
kissed both of her boys and Scott gripped her shoulder.
As they sat around and waited, Isaac was very focused on his alpha. The alpha
was distractedly looking at the trees in the distance. When the blond looked at
his mate, Boyd just leaned around him and stared at Scott.
“He’s probably alright.”
Scott looked startled and looked at his pack mates. A small smile spread across
his face as he nodded at them.
“And think of it this way,” Erica gripped the bars with her manicured nails and
gave him a coy grin. “Once you see him again, he’ll be of age and you can claim
him like he’s your omega bitch.”
Red covered Scott’s entire face as Isaac snorted in amusement and Boyd silently
scolded her.
When Scott started feeling the pull of the moon, despite that it hadn’t cleared
the trees surrounding the clearing, he heard some of the young wolves in the
cages starting to groan in pain. He looked back at Erica and she looked
completely bored.
Boyd and Isaac sighed: another month without her.
When Scott could see the moon breach the tree line, he heard a loud cracking
and ripping sound. As he turned around he didn’t see Erica with her blonde hair
and red lipstick, or even her in a partial shift; there was a giant yellow wolf
growling at him and the pack through the bars.
Isaac and Boyd looked to Scott for explanation, but the alpha just stared at
the wolf as she lunged towards the bars and locked her jaw and fangs around the
metal. The three boys fell back a few feet from the cage.
“Erica?” Isaac asked, his hand shaking as he reached towards the bars. Erica
only looked at his hand hungrily. When she snapped again, he pulled it back.
“Isaac wasn’t like this.” Scott observed.
“I still don’t remember anything from it,” Isaac ran his fingers through his
hair. “I also have a better anchor than she does.”
“I was pretty violent my first shift. I scratched my mom pretty good.” Boyd
looked back at Erica with sympathy.
“It was a pretty quick shift though…”
The three of them just sighed and stared at a snarling Erica until the sun rose
and she shifted back. Once she was in human form again, she looked over herself
to find quickly healing cuts from brushing against the bars and trying to start
a fight with the wolf in the neighboring cage. Once Peter had the cage opened,
Boyd covered her with his coat and led her back to the cabin with Isaac close
on their tails. Scott stood up and rubbed his eyes, wandering into the forest
to look for the other alpha of his pack.
Five days later, Scott was laying on the couch in the Hale living room waiting
for a text from Stiles to tell him that he was home. Derek was angrily sitting
next to him, watching Peter flip through the channels. After the third time the
oldest wolf had started through again, Derek huffed and got up, announcing he
was going to look for Laura.
Scott couldn’t go back to his cabin, because Erica was in her first heat and
her heat triggered Isaac’s early. Boyd certainly had his hands full.
He didn’t want to be alone with Peter though. Both Laura and Josh were working
with the campers. Talia and her husband were away at the wedding of the heir of
an allied pack. Peter made him uncomfortable.
When the door clicked closed, Peter turned his gaze from the TV and to the
young alpha staring at his phone with a slight pout. As soon as his nephew was
out of ear shot, he turned off the TV and moved from where he was sitting in a
far arm chair. Scott looked up at Peter and didn’t like the predatory look in
the man’s eyes as he stalked forward.
“Peter?”
The younger wolf scrabbled to sit up as the older just hummed in amusement and
pinned where he was.
“You know, my dear young alpha, you have such a pretty young mate. A pretty
little flittering butterfly of a boy.”
“Stay away from Stiles.” Scott let his mate’s name come out in a growl as Peter
leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear.
“Oh, don’t worry Scott. It isn’t me you should worry about hurting him. He has
many more people that wish to do him harm, though he is quiet delectable and it
would such a shame if someone happened to lose control around him.”
“Don’t you dare-…”
“You can’t protect him. Derek can’t help you, he’s a scared little boy. My
sister and Laura are diplomats. You don’t need politics Scott, you need your
claws.”
Scott glared up at Peter. “I have claws.”
“Just come see me when you realize that they can’t help you.” Peter pulled away
and turned. Scott just watched him exit out the side door and say hello to a
few of the campers that were sun bathing by the house.
Scott’s heart had just settled down when Derek came back. The older alpha
glanced at him, and mocked him for not moving since he left. Nodding, Scott
just glanced at his last text from Stiles, that he was spending mandatory
family time with his dad.
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Stiles had gotten to the house while his dad while still on shift. Ore and
Rayon made themselves cozy on the couch as the King showed his council around
the house. Lydia stood in the doorway of every room and hummed. Pheea and Finn
picked up everything and stared at it like it was a miracle of God. Stiles
wasn’t sure if they seriously hadn’t seen a toaster before or if they were
using their pureblood status to mock him. Miss Sunvalley wasn’t with them,
since she had things to prepare at the school as she was still a teacher.
Blaire and Pheea were staying with Lydia. Finn was staying with him, but Stiles
was hoping to spend any time he wasn’t spending with his dad at the werewolf
camp.
The sheriff greeted the young fairies gruffly as he walked in the door, before
telling Ore to be a chauffeur and have Lydia give them the full tour of the
town.
Stiles sat at the kitchen table across from his dad. It felt strange being back
at the house, sitting in the kitchen with his dad. The Sheriff just looked at
his son for a while, his arms folded on the table. Finally the Fairy King
couldn’t take it anymore.
“There was something I didn’t get to tell you, the other day…”
Nodding, Stilinski glanced into the living room. “I forgot to tell you happy
birthday.”
“It’s alright. No one wished me a happy birthday.”
“Not even Scott?”
“He was a little preoccupied with making sure him and his pups were ready for
the full moon.” Taking a deep breath, Stiles stared at his father to make sure
he wasn’t going to start talking. “Speaking of Scott… there’s something we need
to talk about.”
“He’s your Mate.” The sheriff said unimpressed. His son stared at him, his
mouth hanging open. “Melissa told me.”
Stiles shut his mouth and scratched his head. “So… are you okay with that?”
“If he’s your Mate, I don’t really see where I have much say in the matter,
except telling you to be cautious.”
“Yeah… yeah…” He put his head on the table, covering it. “We know that it’s not
going to be all sunshine and roses.”
“I’m not up on the most recent supernatural crimes, but word from other
counties makes it sound like something big is coming, and I’m worried about
you… and Scott. He’s like a second son to me.”
Sighing, Stiles smiled at his dad. “Thanks. We’ll try to be careful.”
The two talked for a little while longer, before Ore brought back Finn. The
warrior had dropped the girls off at Lydia’s. A few hours later, after the five
men had Chinese takeout, the Sheriff finally told Stiles that Scott was allowed
to come over. The fairy jumped a couple of times, getting odd looks from his
fellow fae companions, before calling Scott.
Derek came in with him, greeting the two warriors and shaking the Sheriff’s
hand. Scott stood by the door, his eyes locked on Stiles.
The sheriff sighed, glancing at where his son was pouting at him. “Yes. Scott
can stay the night.” The two boys’ eyes lit up. “BUT! He sleeps in the living
room.” Scott’s smile turned to a frown and Stiles’ turned into a wicked grin.
Rolling his eyes, Stilinski showed Derek out, announcing that he was going to
check in at the station.
Finn made himself comfortable on the couch with Rayon and Ore as Stiles walked
over to Scott, wrapping his arms around the werewolf’s waist.
“You look different.” Scott said, his eyes looking directly into Stiles’. “You
smell different too…”
Licking his lips, Stiles traced his eyes around his Mate’s face. “Is it a good
different?”
Groaning, the wolf surged his lips forward, pressing into the fairy. The three
fairies on the couch groaned, with the youngest throwing one of the pillows at
them.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” Stiles pulled away from Scott and tugged at his
wrist.
“But your dad said…”
“We’re not going to sleep.” He grinned at Scott until the wolf melted and let
the fairy drag him up the stairs.
Once in Stiles’ bedroom, the door was shut and Stiles was pushed down against
his bed. Scott kissed him hard as he let his hands roam over the other boy’s
body. Stiles moaned into the werewolf’s mouth, gripping his shoulders tightly
so he could draw him closer.
The made out heavily for a while, their shirts eventually falling to the floor
and rolled over to switch positions alot. Scott especially enjoyed listening to
the whimpers of pleasure Stiles made when he played with his pierced nipples.
When Stiles made his way back on top, he started working on the fly of Scott’s
jeans. Scott stared up at him. The fairy grinned. “I didn’t get to return the
favor last time.”
Scott grabbed onto Stiles as the fairy snuck his hand down the front of Scott’s
boxers and made contact with his dick. He pulled him down to continue their
make out, that was at that point mostly teeth.
When the werewolf came, he growled. His eyes turned red and his fingernails
that were already making welts on Stiles’ back grew into claws and blood
dripped down Stiles back. The fairy bit his lip to keep from whimpering out in
pain as he gave the last few strokes to work Scott through the orgasm.
As Scott came down from the pleasure, his eyes changed back to their natural
brown and they looked scared. He pulled his hands away from Stiles so he could
see them, see Stiles’ blood on his fingertips.
Stiles took a deep breath and let out a shaky laugh. “Man, we certainly know
how to draw each other’s true form out, huh?”
The werewolf didn’t say anything as he shoved Stiles off him and grabbed his
shirt. He stood up and walked out the door,  slamming it open. Stiles’ heart
was racing as he stood up to follow him. When the fairy got downstairs, Scott
was already on the porch.
“Scott!” Stiles had to run to grab his hand. Scott didn’t turn to look at him,
but he did stop. “Where are you going?”
“Every time we fool around, you get hurt. What will I do to you next time?”
Scott’s voice was quivering and Stiles knew he was crying.
“I don’t know.” Stiles said honestly. “But I trust you. Scott, I know you’d
never hurt me.”
“Then why is your blood on my hands?” The werewolf whipped his head around to
glare at Stiles.
“We’re both young. Neither of us know how to control our selves perfectly. I
have no idea what I’m even capable of. Maybe next time I’ll blow a hole in a
wall.”
Scott pulled his hand out of Stiles. “I can’t let you get hurt because of me.”
“I’m willing to take that chance.”
“I-I… I’m going back to camp… I’ll see you tomorrow.” Turning to leave, he
paused. He left a long, but chaste kiss on Stiles’ lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too…” Stiles whispered as Scott disappeared down the sidewalk. Finn
and one of his bodyguards were yelling for him, but he didn’t turn to them
until after Scott was out of his sight.
***** Between *****
Chapter Notes
     Between? Between what? I'm not even trying to be deep, it was just a
     one word title that worked. Ugh. Titles are hard to come up with bro.
     I only bother so I can somewhat figure out what happens in each
     chapter when I look back at stuff... Anyway, I'm sure you don't care
     that much about my chapter title choosing methods. Here's a steamy
     and gushy update.
The next day, Stiles was sitting in a dinner. Ore and Rayon were in a booth
within sight, but out of hearing range. His eyes lifted to the door every time
it chimed.
“Stiles?” A female voice asked from the large group that had just come in. He
looked up and smiled at her.
“Allison.” He greeted simply.
“I didn’t know you were back in town. Dad and I watched your coronation on TV.”
Stiles’ smile dropped. “It was on TV?” His voice cracked as he gripped the
plastic cup in front of him hard enough to turn is knuckles white.
“You didn’t know?” Her smile fell as well as she tilted her head to the side.
Stiles just shook his head in response as he looked down. “Is Lydia in town
too?”
“Yeah. I think she’s taking the other Council members shopping today…” Stiles
shrugged. “You should definitely call her, so I don’t have to hear her complain
that you didn’t hang out with her.”
“I will…” Her sentence was cut off as they both looked up to see Scott approach
the table.
“Hey Allison.” Scott said with a forced smile. Allison gave him a strange look
before returning the smile.
“I’ll let you two alone. I’ll see you both later.” Then she moved to go sit
with what was left of the humans from their year.
Scott sat down across from Stiles, but didn’t look at him. Stiles felt a jolt
of pain rush through him. He reached for the werewolf’s hand, but it was moved
off the table.
“Scott…”
“How’s your back?”
Stiles rolled his eyes and picked up the menu. “Perfectly fine. Ore and Rayon
are actually pretty awesome at healing magic. Not even the slightest scar.”
The werewolf didn’t comment, just kept pointedly looking away from him.
“Listen, if you want to take things slower… we can do that… well, we can try.”
Stiles said calmly.
“I don’t know if we should do this at all. Everyone keeps telling me how much
danger I’m putting you in with this.”
“You really think I’m the one in danger? Scott, if some of the conservative
fairies find out about this, you’ll be the one in danger. Stop worrying about
me.”
“Stiles…”
“Listen, Scott, honestly we’re probably Mates for a reason.” The fairy looked
at him sternly.
Scott looked confused as he stared across the table. “What kind of reason…”
“Fairies and werewolves, they’re not on good terms. Us, we could fix that.”
“Or maybe we’ll start a war.”
“Maybe, but I’m willing to take that chance.” Stiles looked down. “I think war
is coming whether we’re a couple or not.”
With a deep sigh, Scott glanced at Allison, who was trying to hide that she was
watching them. “This isn’t… Why is war even our problem, we’re just kids.”
“Because we’re not human Scott.” Stiles reached for Scott’s hand again and this
time Scott let him. “Please don’t give up on this. We still have a lot to
learn.”
Nodding, Scott leaned across the table and pressed his lips to Stiles’.
A few of the people sitting with Allison all choked on their food as they
watched the two of them. Danny just rolled his eyes at them before continuing
to eat his food.
When Scott pulled back, his face was red as he was glancing at the few other
patrons. Two of the oldest members of the community were staring at them, their
food falling off their forks. Stiles just grinned as he called for their
waitress to take their order.
While they were eating, Scott was still looking at the group with Allison.
Stiles rolled his eyes as he chewed his curly fries. “Dude, of course they’re
talking about us. We’re scandalous. The loser kid from their middle school,
suddenly a king and hella fucking queer?”
“You weren’t a loser.”
“Says the guy who’s been my best friend my entire life. You were a loser too.”
While Scott frowned at him, Stiles just grinned and picked his burger back up.
Once Stiles had finished his second burger, whining that he had missed fried
food and red meat, Ore and Rayon drove them both to Camp. When they got there,
Derek looked at Stiles apprehensively. Stiles glanced at him and attempted a
grin.
“You were worried last night.” Stiles wiggled his eyebrows as the older boy
glared at him. “You were worried about me Sourwolf. We’re friends now, aren’t
we?”
“You’re pack.” Derek looked away.
“You smelled my blood last night and thought Scott ripped my innards out.”
Scott wasn’t sure how Stiles was still grinning about that, but just grabbed
the fairy’s arm and pulled him to where the rest of his pack was laying around
to recover from their very athletic heat. Boyd was laying on his own bed, but
the two blonds were lounged on Scott’s bed, cuddled together. The three of them
looked up and Erica grinned.
“Come over here and cuddle us. I went through Stiles withdraw.” She reached
towards him weakly. Stiles grinned and wedged himself between the two blonds.
The two both wrapped their arms around him and pressed their noses to his neck.
“You smell even better…” Isaac whined as he pulled the fairy closer.
Scott growled slightly. “Watch it…” The two omegas looked at their alpha with
playful grins, before completely covering Stiles. Stiles laughed and reached
out for help.
Boyd glanced up at Scott. “I don’t control them.”
Scott rolled his eyes and just grabbed his omegas by their shirts, throwing
them to Boyd’s bed. They both pouted at Scott, but Stiles just reached up with
a grinned and pulled the alpha down for a long kiss. Letting out a long moan,
he let the fairy pull him onto the bed. After a few seconds, he pulled back.
“Oh come on, it’s not like they care. Those three are probably disgusting all
the time.” Stiles pouted up at him, still holding Scott’s shoulders firmly.
“Don’t you want pay back?”
“I don’t want them to have a reason to do anything worse.” Scott glanced at the
three of them. Boyd looked disinterested, but Erica and Isaac were staring at
them intently.
“I’ll take them for a walk.” Boyd pushed them off him and stood up. They both
whined as they followed him out.
Scott kept his ear up, listening for them to be very far away, as well as most
of the other campers. When he looked back down, Stiles was biting his lip and
looking unsure of something. “You okay?”
“I just want to do… the bite thing before I have to go back to school.”
The werewolf pulled back and rubbed his face. “Stiles…”
“We can wait… I just if you’re…”
“No. I want to.” Scott sighed and looked at the door to the cabin. “It’s just…
can we wait until right before you go back. The more time we have, the harder
it’s going to be…”
Stiles nodded and sat up to give the werewolf a chaste kiss. “Sounds like a
good plan to me.”
The two sat there smiling at each other for a long while before Scott smiled
softly. “Derek and I found out about a type of wolfsbane that would let me
pierce my ear…”
Grinning, Stiles pushed Scott down onto the bed to continue their long make out
session. When they broke apart Stiles mentioned that they had to go shopping
for their rings. Scott rolled his eyes and shut him up again with his mouth.
They went much slower than the night before, but when they were down to just
their boxers, they were grinding on each other letting out breathy moans.
Stiles looked down between and then at Scott’s. Scott was trying to concentrate
on keeping his wolf side in check. His fingers slipped just under the hem of
Scott’s boxers, pulling the werewolf down closer and at a better angle.
Once they were both crying out in pleasure, they both reacted. Stiles was glad
he had made it back on top as his wings popped from his back. Scott gnashed his
teeth as he tore at the sheets. They were both panting as they stared at each
other.
“I love your red eyes…” Stiles said softly as soon as he was able to form
words. Scott pulled his fangs and claws back as he wrapped his arms around the
fairy.
“Does it still hurt when the wings come out?”
“No… thank God.” Stiles snorted as he settled on Scott’s chest. “What color are
they?”
“What do you mean?”
“They change color… usually with my mood…”
“They’re sort of every color…”
Stiles hummed and arched up to press his lips up to Scott’s.
When the threesome came back, Scott and Stiles had fallen asleep. Erica awed
while Isaac pulled out his phone. Ore took the thing from his hand, crushing it
into unusable pieces. Scott opened one eye and looked at the group of people
staring at them. His face was turning red as he elbowed Stiles, who just
grunted and wrapped his arms around Scott tighter.
“Hey Stiles.” Erica cooed. “Nice undies.”
The fairy opened his eyes, glanced at the werewolves, then at his Mate, and
then groaned. “How is this even my life?”
After the two of them were redressed, they sat at one of the many picnic
tables. “Where is everyone?” Ore asked.
“Almost everyone already went home. Camp officially closed today. Some people
are still sticking around a little longer.” Derek answered, glaring at Stiles.
Stiles was happy to glare back.
Scott rolled his eyes. “What is your issue Derek?”
“Derek and I a total bros, he’s still worried about me.” Stiles said simply.
“Wrong.” Derek raised an eyebrow in challenge. “I just don’t want someone
around my Alpha that isn’t officially pack.”
The said alpha growled in protest but Isaac grinned. “He means he wants Stiles
to get the mark.”
“You mean needles?” Stiles gulped and glanced at Scott, who was still glaring
at the older alpha. Derek just kept up his challenge eyebrow.
Stiles figured it was better then than later for the pain, and followed Derek
to where Laura was setting up the tattoo gun. She grinned at them as the Fairy
gripped his mate’s hand even harder.
The female alpha gave him a soft smile. “So, you really want to get this
tattoo?”
Nodding, Stiles pulled off his shirt. “I want it between my shoulder blades?”
“Why there?” Scott asked, looking confused.
“I thought it would look cool between my wings.” Stiles just grinned as Laura
pushed him into the chair. She warned that it might hurt and didn’t give much
other warning as she started.
Stiles was a total wimp about it. He barely contained his pain enough to keep
his wings from popping out and whacking Laura in the face. Once she was
finished, Stiles whimpered into Scott’s neck as Ore scrubbed the new tattoo
with a bit of healing magic, leaving it perfect on his pale back.
It wasn’t long after the tattoo was finished, that Ore glanced at his watch and
gave Stiles a knowing glare. Stiles looked back at him and sighed. “Hey hey…”
“What?” Scott asked as he was handing Stiles his shirt to put back on.
“I have to head home. Dad and I having dinner, and then tomorrow Lydia’s
forcing me to get up early and go met the local fairy leaders and other fae
locals…” Stiles ran his hand over his hair before taking the shirt.
“So, we can’t hang out tomorrow.”
“Unfortunately. Most of the next day I’m pretty booked too.” Stiles had a smile
on when he popped his head out of the shirt. “But Dad and I are going to pick
you and Melissa up for dinner reservations that night. Wear something really
nice.”
Scott rolled his eyes and kissed him briefly. “I don’t think I have anything
fancy.”
“Maybe you’ll just find something in your room tomorrow that would fit the
description.” Stiles grinned before returning the kiss and following his guard
to where the car was parked on the edge of the forest.
Scott watched him leave the house, with a sad smile across his face. He turned,
once he the fairies were out of hearing range, to go back and talk to Derek.
Peter was leaning on the door frame of his bedroom with a smirk that made the
young alpha’s skin crawl. The older werewolf only disappeared into his room
when Derek called for Scott from upstairs.
***** Show Offs *****
The next day, Scott was loading his mom’s car with his and Isaac’s stuff. He
glanced at where Boyd had gotten roped into packing Erica’s parents car while
the two blonds sat on the picnic table, telling the beta to put his back into
it. Once they were finished, Melissa smiled at the other parents, telling them
that they and Erica and Boyd were welcome at her house anytime. Scott rolled
his eyes, mumbling that she was going to regret that decision.
Then he spotted Derek pushing Erica and Isaac towards Boyd, telling them to
help him. Scott smiled at him and walked over. “Your welcome over anytime too.”
Snorting, Derek crossed his arms. “I’ll see you at school Scott.”
“I thought you graduated.”
“Nah. I was held back my sophomore year, for missing too much school.” When
Scott started grinning, Derek rolled his eyes. “Don’t you do the same. Go, your
mom’s starting to tap her foot.”
Isaac was staring at him, looking more than a little nervous. Scott gave him
one of his winning smiles and walked over. He sat in the back with him on the
way home. Once they got home, Melissa took Isaac gently by the shoulders and
gave him a tour of the house. Scott went upstairs with both the suitcases. His
mom already had the spare room set up for the omega.
When he got to his room, he found a box. When he opened it, he pulled out an
expensive looking suit. He smiled. “Hey mom, did Stiles stop by?”
She popped her head into the room. “Yes. Him and Lydia dropped that off. They
also got me a new dress for tomorrow night.”
*-*-*-*-*
Stiles was smiling across the desk at the local fairy leader. A pleasant, and
extremely flamboyant middle aged fairy. He was a nice enough man, smiled too
much. They had talked at length what small groups of fairies needed, but Beacon
Hills had a fairy population of twelve, including Lydia and Stiles. The fairies
of Beacon Hills functioned just like anyone else in the town.
“So, are you currently seeing anyone? Both of my kids are about your age…”
Lydia snorted next to him, moving a lock of hair over her shoulder. Stiles felt
the blood fall from his face. “I am. We’re keeping it pretty quiet for his
sake…”
He sat back in his chair. “Smart. I’m sure he appreciates not being swarmed by
the media all the time.”
Nodding, Stiles glanced at Lydia, who just shrugged and turned towards the
older male. “How about your family, sir? You said you had kids.”
“Yes. A daughter a little younger than you two and a son a little older.
They’re both two a very good friend of mine, a royal fae, who lives with me and
my human husband on and off.”
Stiles nodded. “He go to the school?”
“Yeah, though I’ve heard he doesn’t hang with the most favorable crowd.” He
shrugged and stood up. “You’ve been here a while, my husband will show you out.
I’m sure you and your Councilwoman have a busy schedule while you’re in town,
your majesty.”
“Thank you.” Stiles paused as he stood up. “Are you currently in contact with
the leaders of the other supernatural leaders in the area?”
“The two witch leaders and I have a very professional relationship. Politically
we’re very closely related by our magic. The head of the local vampire nest and
I do not speak on a very personal matter, but we do communicate through our
assistance.”
When he stopped talking, Lydia hummed. “What about Talia Hale?”
“She’s a lovely woman, but she’s a werewolf.” He started laughing, but stopped
when Stiles glared at him. He grabbed the stack of post-it notes from the man’s
desk and jotted down the Hale house number.
“Call her. Schedule a meeting.” Stiles said sternly. “She’s not just a ‘lovely
woman’, she’s a fierce ally in trying to finally have peace between our
people.”
“Alright. We’ll meet for lunch. You should try to meet with more of the local
leaders, and convince them to do the same.” He took Stiles hand with another
smile.
Once they got in the car, Stiles groaned. “Was I too pushy?”
Lydia was touching up her lipstick. “No. You’re a king, Stiles. You sometimes
need to be pushy.”
“But was it too pushy?”
“No.”
The rest of the day was spent stopping at the houses of the other fairies in
the area. It was exhausting. All of them were extremely happy to see him. They
also pushed their teenaged children at him, and looked disappointed when he
said he was seeing someone.
When they got home, Lydia reminded him very smugly that the proper fairy
council members were going to teach him some magic the next day. Finn also
reminded him when he got in the house too. By the time he finally laid back on
his bed with a groan, his dad opened the door to talk to him.
The next day the entire council was sitting on his couch when he came
downstairs for breakfast. He waved at them as he went into the kitchen. When he
came out with a bowl of cereal, he sighed. “I have a date tonight guys… I don’t
want to…”
“You’re going to be fine.” Pheea smiled as she stood up. “It’s going to be
super fun.”
Stiles whined as put another spoon full of cheerios in his mouth.
Once he was dressed, the three powered fae pushed him into the backyard. Lydia
sat on the ancient lawn chair with a book. “So, who’s up first?”
Pheea grinned and put her hair up in a ponytail.
“Stiles, can you list the six types of fae that have wings?”
“No.” He scratched his cheek. “Are light elementals on the list?”
“Yes. Light and dark fairies have energy wings. You one of the other four.”
“Pixies have real wings when they shrink down.” Blaire said, putting her thumb
and pointer finger together. “Miss Sunvalley probably can get into some craz-…”
Finn put his hand over the nymph’s mouth and smiled. “Air elementals also get
real wings, like yours.”
“Royals sometimes get wings, it’s a case by case basis.” Lydia said as she
turned the page. “Royals also get certain powers of different types of fairies.
The King as the ability to master all fairy abilities.”
Stiles groaned. “No pressure though.”
Lydia just smiled as Pheea moved to the center of the Stilinski back yard. “I’m
going to show you why light fairies are the best of all the elementals.”
Her brother snorted as he squatted down next to where Blaire had made a nest in
the unmowed grass. Stiles leaned on the post that used to hold up the awning.
He stared at Pheea with an eyebrow raised.
“Anything going to happen?”
“It’s easier to see her powers in the day, not broad daylight…” Finn grinned at
his sister, who stared floating, burning white light forming into wing like
shapes on her back.
“Watch it bro.” She grinned back at him, thrusting one of her hands towards
him, the same bright light surrounding. He started screaming about his eyes.
When the light faded, she landed and he glared at her, rubbing his eyes.
“I hate you.” He put his hand on Blaire’s shoulder. “You go, I need to let
these dots get out of my eyes.”
Blaire smiled at Stiles as she stood up. “I’m not as powerful as an earth
elemental, but we can do roughly the same things.” Flowers sprouted from under
her feet as she walked.
“Flowers are easy Blaire. Even non-earth fairies can do it if they’re powerful
enough.” Pheea sneered at her. “I’ve seen Daily sprout black roses when she
swept her robe.”
“Oh?” She opened up one the pockets one her and pulled out an acorn. Dropping
it on the ground, she held her hand over where it landed. A tree, a sproutling,
rose from the ground, touching the top of her hand and stopped growing.
“That’s impressive.” Stiles grinned. “But I don’t think my dad is going to
appreciate a tree out here.”
“We can dig it up and take it out to your wolf friends’ property later.” Blaire
shrugged moving to sit next to Finn. “Elementals can grow plants without the
seed, by the way.”
“Noted. Your turn Finn.”
Finn groaned as he stood up. “There’s still spots in my vision.”
“If you weren’t such a smart ass, you wouldn’t have that problem.”
The male fae’s display wasn’t as impressive as his female counterparts. Stiles
stared at him. “So you’re basically a powerful water bender?”
Lydia shut her book, using a finger to mark her page. “These displays are cute
and all, but how can Stiles do them?”
The three exchanged glances and then looked at Stiles.
“What, so you three are so naturally talented that you can’t even try to teach
him?”
The next few hours were spent with Stiles keeping an eyebrow raised at his
friends as they kept telling him just to feel it. “I’m not feeling it.”
Lydia pursed her lips and stood up. “Stiles wasn’t aware of what he was until
recently. He wasn’t groomed trying to get his powers to work.”
“What powers do banshees have anyway?” Pheea asked, staring at the red head.
“We sense when people die, and can listen to the spirits of the dead, when they
want to talk to us.”
“Oh, yeah. One of our classmates near the end of last year died on their way to
school, and that’s when you had your first… outburst.” Stiles tried to remember
the day in math when she started screaming, then started walking in a daze.
“Luckily, I haven’t had one since.” Lydia stood up. “We should go so Stiles can
get ready for his date.”
He waved at his friends as they all left, with Ore. Rayon sat on the sofa and
stared at him. “You going to wear the crown on your outing?”
“I really think that shouldn’t bring more attention to myself than I have…”
Stiles sat next to him with a sigh. “How am I not swarmed by the press right
now anyway?”
Rayon grinned. “Daily told the press that you lived in Texas with your
billionaire father and your step mother. They’ve been tearing apart all the
gated communities looking for you.”
“She’s done one thing for us that doesn’t make her a dick…”
“How’d learning to do magic go?”
“Terrible. Maybe it’s me, but they’re definitely not good teachers.”
He barked out a laugh. “No. They’re all naturals at their particular elements.
When you get back to school, they’ll get you tutors for every element.”
“I don’t get to avatar this and travel around to find my own masters?”
“Not if you want stay close to Scott.”
Stiles sighed and glanced at the door as his dad came in. The sheriff gave him
a disapproving look. “You’re not dressed yet? Our reservation is in an hour.”
It didn’t take long for the Stilinskis to get dressed, the older getting ready
quicker than the younger. When the Sheriff checked on his son, Stiles was in
the middle of putting on his under shirt. That’s when his dad saw his not-face
piercings.
“Dad… uh…” Stiles said as he pulled his shirt down.
“Save it. A fairy thing I’m sure.” He quietly shut the door. Stiles heard his
dad ask Ore, who had just walked in the door, if he had nipple piercings.
When Stiles came back down, his dad smiled at him awkwardly. Stiles gave him a
crooked grin. “You got yourself into this mess Dad.”
“Yeah, yeah I did.” The sheriff grabbed him around the shoulders. “Come on,
we’re going to be late.”
When the two got to the McCall house, tailed by the two fairy body guards,
Isaac answered the door. He nodded at the Sheriff and grinned at Stiles. “He
looks pretty great in that suit you got him, Stiles.”
“He looks good in anything.” Stiles said, pushing past him to get into the
house.
It was a few minutes until the two came down the stairs. It also took a lot of
glaring on Stiles’ part to make Isaac to go check on them. When they came down,
Scott escorting his mother, both of the Stilinskis let out a pleasantly
surprised gasp.
The sheriff stepped forward and took Melissa’s arm, kissing her hand gently.
They both looked at their children who had their foreheads together, sharing
each other’s air. The two parents shared a smile before, he smacked Stiles on
the back of the head. “Come on.”
***** Council Learning *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey friends, sorry it's taken so long. Writting is hard, summer is
     draining, and I was working on an original work. If you like
     vampires, clueless bisexuals, nonbinary royalty, and recovering sex
     slaves, I highly recommend checking it out. I also recommend it if
     you just really like my writing. Anyway, things happen, some good,
     some terrible. Enjoy!
“Have you two figured out how exactly you’re going to continue keeping this,”
The sheriff waved his fork between the two teenagers sitting on either side of
him, “a secret?”
Stiles blinked at his dad and then remembered the kiss in the diner. “You mean
people have been talking about that?”
“I had to accidently break the Daehler kid’s camera so he wouldn’t sell any
pictures.”
Scott silently set his menu down and looked at Stiles. The fairy sighed and
covered his face. “We’re going to aim to keep it a secret until this time next
year… if we can’t it’d be better that I make a public announcement before it’s
in a gossip magazine.”
“We could just…” Scott started, but was cut off when Stiles looked at him
desperately.
“Don’t let your soulmate get away Scott.” The sheriff smiled at the young
werewolf. Scott blinked a few times before nodding very seriously at the man.
After the food was brought to their table, the dinner conversation changed from
Stiles’ and Scott’s love life, to talking about everyone’s current events. The
sheriff asked Scott about camp, and Scott in return asked about how crime
fighting was going. Stiles asked Melissa about her job at the hospital and she
asked about school.
“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Stiles glanced away from where his and
Scott’s parents were laughing in the kitchen of the McCall house.
Scott frowned and shrugged. “Meeting Derek and Talia about something. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I’ll just round up your pups and my council and continue forcing
them to be friends. Lydia’s hanging out with Allison tomorrow anyway so I can’t
get any work done.”
“Stiles!” The Sheriff called as he walked into the living room. The fairy
stared at his father. “We’re leaving.”
Stiles nodded and pulled Scott in for a deep kiss. When they parted, they
exchanged goodbyes as the sheriff pulled his son out by his arm.
*-*-*-*-*-*
The next morning, the sheriff woke up and went downstairs for his morning cup
of coffee. When he stepped into the living room six pairs of looked up at him.
He waved at the inhuman teenagers before turning to walk back up the stairs.
“Stiles.” He said loudly as he entered his son’s room. Rayon was on the floor,
also asleep until the sheriff entered. Both fairies sat straight up and stared
at the human. “Your friends are downstairs.”
“M’kay… I’ll go take care of it dad…” Stiles said as he stretched and yawned.
Rolling his eyes, the man went back to the doorway. “And Stiles, I have the day
off tomorrow, barring a crime spike, so I was hoping…”
“Yeah dad, sounds good. Stay safe, okay?”
When the sheriff made his way into the kitchen, he was greeted by the other
fairy warrior and a mug of steaming coffee. He thanked Ore and sat at the
kitchen table, yelling his son’s full name to make him hurry up.
By the time the fairy king made his way downstairs, his father had left for
work. The group of fairies and wolves all stared at him blankly as he walked
down the steps. He yawned and shooed Isaac and Erica off one of the armchairs.
The group exchanged pleasantries, how-do-you-do’s, and such things. Boyd had to
growl at Erica to get her to stop flirting with Finn and Finn had to hit his
sister a few times to get her to stop hitting on Isaac.
After ordering an insane amount of pizza, the wolves each had a whole pizza to
themselves, Stiles tried to turn the conversation to something more serious.
“Hey, what do you guys know about Alpha Council procedure?” Stiles looked at
Boyd, figuring if any of the three wolves would know, it’d be the beta.
“Only that Scott was learning about that today and Alpha Hale is currently the
president.” Erica shrugged as Isaac tried to take the last slice of her pizza.
Pheea and Blaire were trying not to look too disgusted as they watched the
werewolves eat.
“Why?” Boyd asked quietly.
“Lydia and I were talking, and we wanted to put one of every species on every
governing body…” Stiles shrugged. “Like non-voting of course, but ya’know?”
“I think it’s a great idea.” Finn said with a shrug. “You have my support for
the concept.”
“You’re going to need a little more detail for this to work, especially if you
want Miss Sunvalley to go for it.” Blaire turned away from Isaac finally.
“I know.” Stiles ran his hands over his hair. “Just wanted a census on whether
you’d think it was a good idea.”
“I think Alpha Hale would be up for it.” Erica smiled at him. “She’s super
awesome like that.”
“Have you talked to Scott about this?” Isaac stared at him.
“Scott and I don’t really get the chance to talk about politics that aren’t
directly affecting our relationship.”
When Stiles finally decided that everyone was going the hell home, plans were
made for the others. Pheea and Blaire were texting Lydia that they were staying
with Erica for the night as the wolf was talking to her mom on the phone. Finn
made plans to hang out with Isaac and Boyd the next day. Whatever they were
planning sounded an awful lot like sports. Both groups looked at him, asking
him to join them but Stiles just used his dad as a reason that he couldn’t.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
When Melissa dropped Scott off at the edge of the Hale house, she waved at him
before heading back to the house to get some sleep. She couldn’t wait until he
was old enough to drive himself around. Scott waved back before heading towards
the house.
As he got closer to the Hale house, there were werewolves around the property.
They weren’t Hales, he could tell by the tattoos on some of the betas. The
wolves watched him, their eyes flashing blue as they smirked at him. There were
only about five of them, but they were intimidating. The young alpha tried to
ignore them as he stared straight at the front door. The door was blocked when
Peter stood up from the steps and started walking towards him.
Scott tensed as he watched the creep get closer to him with each step. When the
man reached him, he took a healthy step back. Peter had years of experience on
him that would make it hard to overcome, even if Scott was an alpha.
“Scott, this is Deucalion’s pack. My sister and nephew are preoccupied with
dealing with him, so they asked me to give me your lesson today.” Peter grinned
at him.
“Maybe it would be better if I just waited until another day…” The young alpha
was having a tough time keeping himself calm. After all, Peter had all but
threatened his mate.
“Talia won’t have time before you return to school. Today was her last free
day. Laura’s only learning herself, and she’s out of town for her bachelorette
party.” Peter smirked at him. “You’re already here, might as well let me teach
you.”
The younger werewolf only glared at him.
“No funny business, I promise.” His smirk turned to a slightly more honest
smile. Scott nodded slowly, still tense. “Good, we’ll go have this lesson at
one of the camp buildings.”
The first few hours of Peter’s tutoring session were okay. Peter was a weirdly
nice guy when he wasn’t being a creep and threatening Stiles. He also knew a
lot about how the North American Alpha Council ran, as Talia right hand man.
Joining the alpha council was hard, the pack membership of the voting members
hadn’t changed since the founding of it not too long after the US got its
independence. Any alpha was able to go and talk, but only members could vote on
issues. Their word was also final. Scott could join if a two-thirds majority
agreed to him. It was unlikely, as the three packs that had joined only did so
after going through at least four generations of alphas.
Talia was going to try to push his membership because of his connection to
Stiles and by proxy, the fairies. She figured it would give someone else to
defend the other species they shared the planet with. The alpha was exhausted
listening to her fellows bad mouth humans, vampires, witches, and fairies.
“How do I get the other alphas to agree to me?” Scott sighed as he stared at
Peter.
“Well, you’ll have Deucalion’s vote, the way you collected Derek.”
“What?”
“Deucalion’s betas are mostly just to appease the other alphas, his real pack
are two other alphas, Kali and Ennis.”
“Satomi will probably like you. Most her pack are strays, and youngsters like
yourself.” Peter paused as he thought. “Many of them will probably hate you. An
alpha that didn’t have a pack, taking an heir from the most respected alpha,
taking in bitten wolves bitten by someone else. It’ll be tough to convince
them.”
They sat in silence for a short while, before Peter stood up and moved around
the table to stand next to Scott. He leaned over the table and stared at the
younger wolf with a wicked grin. “Have you thought about what I said?”
When Scott didn’t reply, Peter pushed his face into the surface of the table.
“Stiles probably knows war is coming. Fairies are like that, very bad at hiding
things from their own. My sister is blind to it, hoping that words can fix
things.”
Scott pushed against the hand on his back as he growled.
“Scott, listen to me, you need someone like me. Your little pack are going to
be powerless. All of them are afraid of their own shadow.” Peter over powered
him and moved the young alpha so he was bent over the table. He pressed himself
against him. “You can’t even protect yourself against a beta. How are you going
to protect Stiles and your pack against a whole army of fae, or another alpha?”
Scott wasn’t strong enough to fight against Peter’s hold, and his arms weren’t
long enough to lash back at him with his claws. The beta used his feet hand to
undo and pull down the alpha’s pants. When he heard a second zipper drop, Scott
tensed up. His fangs cut into his bottom lip and his claws into the palms of
his hands as he felt the tip of Peter’s dick at his tightened hole.
Tears came to his eyes as Peter pushed, but didn’t enter. Just as quickly as he
was fondling the boy, he was backing away and rezipping. “Go home Scott.”
It took a while for the alpha to realize that Peter wasn’t going to fuck him.
He stood up slowly, not looking at the beta as he wiped his eyes. As he pulled
up his pants, the man laughed.
“Stiles is lucky.” He nodded at Scott’s privates. “That’s quite a nice dick you
have there kid.”
Scott managed another glare at him, before turning to leave the building. When
he reached the door, Peter spoke again.
“You’re going to be really powerful, but you’re going to have a hard time
making the hard choices.”
Once Scott was outside and a few good yards from the building, he ran into
Derek. He looked away from the older alpha quickly. Derek looked like a kicked
puppy.
“Sorry, about leaving you with Peter today. Laura was out of town and mom
needed…”
“It’s fine, he’s just a major asshole.”
“Tell me about it.” Derek snorted as he looked over Scott. “You okay? You smell
like blood.”
He looked down at his hands, finding them covered in red, but healed. “Yeah, he
was just really pissing me off. I figured your mom might be mad if I took it
out on him.”
“I think she’d understand. Do you want to…”
“I’m just going to head home, thanks.” Scott shrugged and started walking.
Derek watched him fade out of sight. He headed towards where Peter was finally
leaving the building, and slammed him against the wall. “What did you do to
Scott?”
“We talked, and I told him how he wasn’t in much shape to fight a coming war.”
“It’s not really much of your business what he’s ready for or not. Stay away
from him.”
“Your mother…”
“Wouldn’t be very happy if I told her I what I thought you really did to him.
Next time she asks you to even be in the same room as him, find an excuse.”
“Or what?”
Derek just pushed harder and flashed his eyes at his uncle before letting him
go and heading back to the house.
***** Father-Son *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry, short one. Also sorry that it's been a while. I've been binge
     watching OUAT and old cartoons. But I managed some how to update.
     Promise the next one will be longer and more interesting. Love ya'll.
Stiles woke up to the sound of someone coming through his window. Ore, who had
been sitting at the desk and sharpening his dagger, glanced at the boy who had
come in. Scott stared up at him with a sheepish grin before glancing at where
his mate was sitting in his bed. The warrior stood up, leaving without even a
word.
Once Ore was gone, Scott was kissing Stiles. The fairy pushed him off. He was
glad to see him, but a little confused. “What are you doing here?”
The werewolf had a tight grip the fairy’s side, both of his hands were shaking.
“I just needed to see you.”
Stiles grabbed his mate’s face and stared at him. “Are you okay? Did something
happen?”
“I’m fine.” Scott  knew Stiles could tell he was lying, but he hoped that
Stiles would ignore it.
The fairy stared at the wolf for a while before frowning. “Okay.”
The sheriff found both of the fairy warriors in the kitchen, preparing eggs and
bacon for breakfast. Ore stopped him as he headed back upstairs to get his son.
“I’d knock and wait for an answer if I were you, sir.” Rayon winked at the
sheriff, getting a healthy whack from the other warrior.
As he knocked on the door, the human adult heard swearing from within his son’s
room and the sound of someone falling. He sighed. “Scott can stay for
breakfast.” With that statement, the room went completely silent. The door
opened, Stiles’ face smiling through the crack.
Breakfast was awkward. The two warriors ate theirs at the counter, watching the
near silent group of men at the table. Stiles and Scott had the hands locked
together under the table as they ate. The werewolf stared down at his plate
quietly as the fairy kept looking up at his father.
“Dad… I-… We…”
“It’s okay son.” The sheriff set down his piece of toast and attempted a smile
at the two teens. “I can’t imagine how hard it is for you two. The pull towards
each other… on top of being separated constantly…”
“I’m sorry Sheriff…” Scott said, standing up with his head still hanging low.
“Stiles told me today was your day together… I should go…”
“Scott.” The sheriff smiled at him. “Today is my day with Stiles, but finish
your breakfast. And while you and Stiles are saying goodbye, I’m going to call
Melissa to figure out how you two are going to spend the last few days together
before Stiles has to get back to his school.”
Both boys had smiles spreading across their faces as Scott sat back down.
Stiles thanked his dad between bites for the rest of breakfast.
Stiles got dressed in real clothes after Scott left and his dad was on the
phone with Scott’s mom. He couldn’t hear what the two of them were saying on
the phone, but he could tell that his dad was awkward and wasn’t saying much.
When he heard him finally hang up, he came down stairs, smiling at his dad. The
sheriff smiled back.
The father son pair never actually discussed what they were going to do on
their bonding day, so they sat and watched reruns until lunch time. While they
were at a diner, the station called, something about paperwork. Deputies that
had been working as long as Stiles had been alive gathered around him and joked
about him being a king while his dad took care of the boring paperwork.
Afterwards, the Stilinskis drove around Beacon Hills, just chatting.
“I sure am going to miss you. I can’t believe you leave so soon.” The sheriff
glanced over to where Stiles was looking out the window.
“I can’t believe it either. I don’t want to leave. This isn’t fair for anyone.”
“You mean it isn’t fair to you?”
“No. There isn’t anyone me being king right now is fair for. I mean, I don’t
know anything about fairies. I grew up not knowing I was even a fairy, and it
turns out I’m a king? I shouldn’t be leading a species I don’t even see myself
as a part of…”
“I’m sorry. Your mom and I should’ve told you when you were growing up.”
“I get why you didn’t. Humans see fairies as these frolicking forest creatures,
but we’re not. Fairies are cold and calculating… I can’t imagine what Mom had
to endure growing up in that world.”
“Stiles… I wish I could tell you something, but your mom never talked about her
life before we met.”
“It’s okay.” Stiles pull his legs up to his chest and glanced at his dad. “Do
you think… if you had told me and I spent a lot of time with fairies, training
to be the king of fairies… do you think Scott and me would’ve met?”
“Fairies always find their soulmates. The bond calls to them; you’ll always be
able to find Scott. Your mom traveled all the way of Ottawa to find me.”
Stilinski gave his son a comforting smile. “I think despite everything, you two
are going to be okay.”
“That’s easy for you to say, but thanks. I just need to work hard to get the
fairies on my side.”
“That can’t be that hard.”
“In fourth grade I lost student council president, running unopposed.”
The conversation was interrupted by Stiles getting a text. He opened it and
grinned. “Scott convinced Talia to let us crash in one of the cabins for the
camp. It’ll be like…”
“I don’t want to know what it’ll be like. That’s completely your business.”
Still grinning, the fairy texted back and forth with Scott on their way home.
Scott had gone out and used all of his allowance money on a pair of earrings
for them. He also took the liberty to invite both of their groups to what he
assumed was a public appropriate ceremony. The Sheriff was pretty skeptical of
his son’s invitation to stick around and hang out with a bunch of teenagers the
next morning, but grudgingly agreed as he pulled into the driveway.
Stiles pushed his bodyguards upstairs as his dad went to the kitchen. He called
down to him before he interrogated the fairies about the ceremony. “Wear the
new suit I got you when we go tomorrow.”
In his confusion, the sheriff called Melissa again to see if she had any idea
why he had to wear a suit. She was just as confused as him but just laughed at
him as she assured him it couldn’t be anything bad.
***** Mates *****
Chapter Notes
     The moment you've all been waiting for (perverts) and the reason this
     story is rated Explicit. Enjoy~
Before they started, Talia Hale asked them if they were sure they wanted to do
this. Stiles trusted Talia, she was wise and powerful, but yes, he was sure. As
Lydia performed the fairy binding ceremony, he thought about Alpha Hale’s small
nod when she went to sit with his and Scott’s parents. He thought of his father
and Melissa’s words. His eyes glanced over at where Laura and Derek were
cautiously dipping the back of Scott’s earring in a wolfsbane solution that
would only keep that wound from healing instantly. He listened to the head of
his council speak words of commitment and cherishing as he looked back at
Scott. Scott was shaking with nerves as he tried to pull back his werewolf
strength and not break his fairy mate’s hands.
Stiles didn’t even react when Lydia shoved the stem of the earring through his
tragus. Scott flinched and squeezed on Stiles’ hands even harder than he had
been. The fairy couldn’t help but smirk at his mate as Lydia mentioned one last
thing before telling them to kiss.
As they kissed there was a collective gasp from the small group of people
gathered to watch the two boys get technically married. Scott and Stiles pulled
away to see that both of their chests were glowing.
Finn was the first of the fairies that started to laugh at everyone else’s
surprise. It was Ore that explained. “Nature Bound fae glow when they first
touch their mate, and then every time after the official bonding ceremony.”
Scott let go of Stiles’ hands just to see the light fade from their chests,
taking them again to see the light return. They were both grinning as they
pressed their lips together again. The group swarmed them, hugging them while
being teary eyed. It was nice, but they kept stealing glances as they were on
separate sides of the clearing. They were ready for some alone time.
Talia ushered Melissa and the sheriff into the house for coffee, after making
them say their goodbyes to their sons. Laura and Derek herded the teenagers to
a pair of cars to go out for lunch. Stiles and Scott slowly walked to the
McCall pack cabin, hand in hand.
The cabin was different than the last time either of them were in it. Scott and
Isaac’s beds were pushed together with better sheets than the camp sheets.
There was a small table with two chairs where Erica and Boyd’s beds had been.
There were was also some helpful items on the small stand next to the bed.
Stiles grinned at Scott as he picked up the bottle of lube, but Scott just
looked mortified.
 Stiles sat the bottle down and pulled Scott over to him. “So, we’re finally
going to do this?”
“Yeah. Are you sure you want me to bite you?” Scott wrapped his arms around the
fairy’s waist and looked at him seriously. He was shaking harder than he was
during the ceremony.
“Yes. Ore and Rayon were teaching me how to selfheal, and I think I’ve gotten
the hang of it enough to stop the bleeding.” Stiles smiled at him reassuringly.
“So how does this work?”
Scott took a few steps forward, making Stiles walk backwards, falling back onto
the bed. “When… Wh-when I enter… I’m…” The werewolf was blushing, his face
completely red. “Then I bite you.”
Stiles nodded, staring up with a wicked grin. He thought it was adorable how
nervous Scott was. “Okay, sounds like a plan.”
It was slow as they worked their way to it. Long, deep kisses as they undressed
each other. As soon as Stiles’ shirt was gone, Scott’s mouth latched around the
metal attached to Stiles’ nipples, making him moan loud enough the werewolves
at the house could probably hear.
Once they were both naked and Scott sat between Stiles legs, staring at the
bottle of lube, Stiles closed his eyes with a sigh. “I’m going to miss this
when I go back to school.”
Scott ran a hand up and down his inner thigh, frowning down at him. “I’m going
to miss you.”
“Maybe we should’ve waited to do all this.” Scott wiped a tear off of Stiles’
cheek as he leaned down to kiss him.
Stiles opened his eyes and shook his head. “No. I couldn’t leave without doing
this, without binding up like this.”
Scott nodded and finally grabbed the bottle of lube. He was surprised at how
comfortably Stiles was taking his fingers, writhing completely with pleasure at
the sensation of being touched on the inside. “You do this to yourself.”
“Yeah.” Stiles more moaned than said. “Sometimes…”
“You think of me?” Scott grinned at him, feeling brave.
“Always.” He pulled Scott down for a kiss as he groaned at the sensation of a
third finger. “I think I’m almost ready.”
When Scott agreed, he was suddenly nervous again. Stiles was sitting up,
despite the fact that he looked like he couldn’t even support the weight of his
head. “My wings are probably going to come out when you do this.”
“Right… wh-where do you want the mark?”
Stiles put Scott’s hand on his shoulder before telling him to move so he could
sit on his lap. They ended up with Scott sitting against the headboard with
Stiles perched over him, waiting for the signal to sink down on Scott’s dick.
Scott shifted, eyes red and fangs out, and nodded at Stiles.
As he sunk down, Stiles wrapped his arms around Scott’s shoulders, crying out.
Scott reached behind Stiles to trace a vein on his wings. Stiles nodded against
the crook of Scott’s neck, signaling that he was ready for the bite. Scott’s
fangs easily broke skin and Stiles was biting into the werewolf’s shoulder to
keep from screaming from the pain. Stiles’ was bite enough that he tasted
Scott’s blood in his own mouth.
When they both pulled their teeth out of each other’s flesh, they were both
panting. Scott wiped the blood from his mouth and then Stiles before kissing
him hard. “Sorry that hurt so much.”
“I wasn’t exactly expecting it to feel good.” Stiles smiled at him as he looked
at where the mark he left was already healing away.
“You’re going to have to wait to heal yours until we both…” Scott was red
again.
“Your dick is in me and you can’t say cum?”
Scott bucked his hips up, making Stiles moan. They started at a slow pace,
moving together with gasps and moans quietly filling the cabin. Hands roaming
over body and finding all the sensitive areas of skin.
As they both got closer, it was rougher. Scott especially felt more wild as he
felt his orgasm approaching. Stiles wasn’t even moving on his own, the
werewolf’s hands were on his hips, holding him exactly where Scott wanted him.
He came violently, and before Scott. His cum covering both of their stomachs as
Stiles yelled Scott’s name. Scott kept going until Stiles was making sounds of
distress. He slowed to a stop and looked at the fairy.
“What is that?” Stiles’ eyes were wide and staring at him like he grew a third
head. It took Scott a while before he realized what he was talking about. “I-
I didn’t think kn-knots were a thing…”
“I-I figured you knew… S-Sorry…” Scott kissed him gently. “If you want that
mark to stay you’re going to need to take it.”
Stiles nodded and took a deep breath. “Fuck, yeah.” He let his head drop onto
Scott’s shoulder as the werewolf restarted at the gentle pace of when they
started. It took a few power thrusts to get the knot inside Stiles’ tight hole.
After Scott came with a few last uncontrolled thrusts, he leaned back against
the headboard. His breaths came as deep gasps as he was getting over the high
of cumming about a gallon.
“So, I guess we’re stuck like this for a while, huh?” Stiles kissed the
underside of Scott’s crooked jaw. Scott just chuckled and looked at Stiles’
wings, which were swirling a rainbow of colors and occasionally twitching.
“You should see your wings.”
“People keep telling me that. I think Lydia’s making a list of what each colors
mean.” Stiles shrugged as he moved slightly, trying to get more comfortable and
instead made them both moan.
“Make sure to add rainbow as orgasmic.”
They had fallen asleep by the time Scott’s knot had gone done and Stiles’ wings
had put themselves away. When they woke up a few hours later, Stiles groaned as
he pulled off Scott’s dick. He looked at the mark and found it mostly healed,
which probably happened while they were sleeping.
“We should shower.” Scott intertwined his fingers in Stiles as he looked at the
other boy with half-lidded eyes. “You’re covered in cum and blood.”
“I feel like that’s the summation of our sex life.” Stiles grinned before
kissing him and pulling him up. Scott rolled his eyes at him as he followed him
to the bathroom that probably was too small for both of them to shower. They
managed though.
***** Back at School *****
Chapter Notes
     School started again, so that means shorter chapters apparently. But
     it's an update, so that's better than nothing right? Anyway
The few days the two boys got to spend together went by too fast for them. The
days were filled with soft words, uncoordinated sex, and ugly tears. Promises
and ‘I love you’s were exchanged liberally through and after sex. Everything
was emotionally charged, the tears caused by the realization that they’d have
to part, and the each touch drawing out a whimper of need.
Scott was still nervous, like every touch would break his mate. The werewolf
also flinched at certain touches, ones that were too close to his ass. Stiles
at first brushed it off as Scott’s lingering “straightness”, but as the
reactions kept getting more and more uncomfortable, it made Stiles wonder if it
was something else. It didn’t  seem like he wanted to talk about it, and Stiles
didn’t want to ruin their short time together with what would probably be a
terrible thing, so he’d press on the issue another time.
It was the day Stiles had to leave. Blain and Lydia had already packed all his
things, all he had to do was say goodbye to Scott, his dad, and the pack.
The pack was the easiest, Boyd and Isaac making jokes at his expense. Derek
made him promise not to get himself assassinated and walked away. Erica hugged
him tightly, scenting his neck as she mock cried.
His dad was awkward, especially with the sheriff knowing exactly what he had
been doing the last few days. Their hug was tight and silent as they held back
their tears. They both promised to call and make visits, but it probably wasn’t
going to happen.
Saying it was hardest with Scott. They held each other shakily as they shared a
long, but chaste, kiss. Stiles turned without another word, wiping at his tears
as he got in the car. Scott stared at his figure through the tinted window,
holding back his own tears until he was safely inside his house.
Once they were a far enough distance away from Scott’s house, Lydia turned to
him with a frown. “You’re going to need to take the earring out.”
Stiles closed his eyes and reached up to his ear wear his newest piercing was.
“The earring is only a representation of the bond, not the bond itself.” She
tried to smile at him, but failed. The banshee knew how much her king didn’t
want to.
Without a word Stiles took it out, then he reached for her hand, putting it in
her hand. Staring at him got Lydia an explanation. “Keep it safe for me, until
I can wear it again.” She nodded and held it tightly to protect it.
The rest of the ride back to school was awkward and silent between the two of
them. Stiles vaguely wondered if the rest of the council were as awkward in the
car trailing them. He figured they weren’t.
When they did arrive at the school, Daily and Miss Sunvalley were waiting for
them at the gate. Daily half grimacing as she tried to smile at the students as
the warriors held open the doors for them. Miss Sunvalley was actually smiling
at them as Lydia immediately walked over to her with smile in return. Stiles
waved at them both as he watch Rayon and Ore grab his bags while other people
grabbed his Council’s bags.
“I’ll let you kids settle in.” Miss Sunvalley said after greeting each of the
Council members indivually. “Come by my office afterwards, so we can discuss
the progress we’ve all made over the summer.”
“And you and I, your majesty,” Daily was looking at Stiles. “Will have a
meeting about your education plan for the year tomorrow meeting, and in the
afternoon you have a meeting with the current council.”
Stiles nodded at her, turning to head to his room. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,
Headmistress.”
When he go to his room, it looked exactly the same but it felt so different to
him. He knew that it was him that was different. He felt on the entire drive
back to the school. While he was with Scott, he didn’t notice it, how much
their bond had affected him. Every part of him felt like it was two places,
every touch Scott made he felt. It was such a foreign feeling, but very
welcome, though it made him miss the werewolf even more.
“Stiles?” Ore said, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked at him,
confused. “Meeting with your council?”
Rayon grinned at him. “You can mope later.”
Rolling his eyes at the warriors, he headed out of the room, out of the dorm
and to the building with Sunvalley’s office. When he got there, his entire
council was already there, in chairs pulled from nearby classrooms, leaving the
best chair for him.
“We should get a real meeting room.” Stiles said as he sat down.
“We could’ve used the board room, but I figured this meeting would be short
enough that reserving it wouldn’t be necessary.” Miss Sunvalley smiled at him
from across her desk. “Anyway, how did this summer go? Lydia and I were in
contact, but texts don’t convey as well as talking in person does.”
“My council are terrible teachers. I have no idea how to use any elemental
abilities still.” Stiles grumbled, glaring at Pheea who was the worst of all of
them.
Chuckling, the teacher looked over the younger council members. “They are not
trained to teach elemental magics, but you will be taught by the finest
teachers in the country.”
“He definitely needs it,” Lydia interjected, “because the failed lessons
weren’t just there fault.”
Stiles looked away with awkward guilt; he could’ve spent more time over the
break trying to learn.
“Well, on another note, how did talking to local fairies go?”
“The local leader promised to have a business lunch with Talia Hale, the local
alpha.” Stiles said with a grin. “And he tried to offer both his kids’ hands in
marriage to me.”
“You will continue to get proposals until you choose to reveal your Nature
Bound wolf.” Sunvalley frowned at him. “How is he, and your relationship?”
He looked away again. “It’s permanent now, we’re bound by more than nature
now.”
Without changing her expression she nodded. “It will be difficult to hide that.
I see that you took out the ring, but if he bit you.”
“It doesn’t cover up well, I know.” Stiles sighed and looked at her. “I know
how dangerous our decision was.”
“And also very brave. I often wish I had the courage you have, young King.”
Stiles stared at her in silence before Blaire and Pheea both groaned,
complaining about luggage to unpack, and having to call their parents. Miss
Sunvalley smiled at them and shooed the gaggle of teenagers from her office.
***** Caught *****
As school started, Stiles never had a free moment to himself, if he wasn’t in
class he was in a meeting with someone. If he wasn’t studying his family tree
he was helping Blaire scope out the perfect boyfriend. Between school and his
duties he never had time to even project emotions at Scott through their bond,
much less call him. It was driving him insane.
When Lydia was going over his schedule he looked up at her in shock. “I don’t
have anything except a flying lesson on Saturday?”
“That would be correct.” She twirled her hair. “Though, I assume by that
horrendous grin, you will not be joining us at the movies?”
He nodded, pulling out his phone to arrange a Skype date with his Mate.
Pheea pouted at Blaire. “I just want something like that.” Both of the girls
always ended up with no luck when Stiles was their wingman, he instead ended up
with some random guy’s number.
“What? Taboo, emotionally trialing, and hidden?” Finn looked at the two girls
skeptically. They both shouted “Yes” at him, making him roll his eyes and get
up from his desk.
Lydia huffed. “Well, Jackson isn’t exactly a prince.”
“We’ve noticed.” Blaire glared at her. Lydia had been complaining about her
vampire boyfriend constantly since they had returned to school.
“Well, it sounds like he doesn’t leave much to be desired in the bedroom.”
Pheea smirked, leaning closer.
“There’s more to a relationship than sex.” Stiles looked up from his phone,
receiving unimpressed look from the three girls.
“Says the boy that spent three days in a shack fucking.”
“It was a cabin.”
The girls just shrugged as they all got up, Lydia reminding him about his 6 am
fire bending lesson. He groaned as he followed them back towards the dorms,
barely looking where he was going.
When Saturday came around, he was walking into his room, bruised from his
flying lesson. He really wasn’t good at controlling his wings movement. He was
pretty sure one of his wings was broken since he couldn’t put them away. As he
pulled up his laptop, he pulled off his shirt to check the extent of the
damage.
He could hear the Skype sound as he looked at himself in the mirror. One of his
wing were slightly bent at the end and his left arm got most of the damage, but
it wasn’t as bad as he had thought. His fingers traced the scar on his shoulder
for a second. When he finished, he walked back over to his bed, where his
computer was. Before he made it, there was a knock on the door as it opened.
“Your Majesty.” The voice of the youngest member of the Old Council, chipper
and pleasant as usual. He was starting to panic as he heard Ore yell not to go
in. He turned around and saw that she had already seen. “Stiles…”
His eyes then went to the man standing next to her, looking as though it didn’t
faze him in the slightest.
“Your majesty… is that...?”
Stiles turned his head away as he shut his laptop. “Yes. It’s a mating bite.”
Ore came in and shut the door, standing guard in front and watching the two
adult fairies warily.
“Explain.”
Gritting his teeth, he still wasn’t looking at her. It was humiliating that he
had been caught so quickly and even worse to have to explain his relationship
with Scott to someone that wouldn’t understand. “We’re Nature Bond.”
She sighed and looked at the man next to her. “I understand why you didn’t
mention it… but…”
“We should continue to keep it a secret, until he takes full powers as king.”
The man mused, stroking his impressive beard.
“Who are you exactly?” Stiles asked as he got his shirt to put back on. While
he was glad she wasn’t freaking out, he was also caught off guard, very off
guard.
“Miles Neverleaf, at your service.” He bowed slightly.
“He’ll be serving as your press secretary.” She explained as she motioned for
them to sit.
“I’m glad you’re taking this well.” Stiles commented as he sat in the largest
of the armchairs.
“The rest of my counterparts will not take it as well. Madame Daily will likely
declare your rule illegitimate for being bond to a wolf.” She sighed. “Luckily
her only influence is what you and other young people are taught.”
“Are you going to tell them?”
“I think it may be best to announce that you are bound, to deter any possible
suitors, but say that your mate is not yet ready for such public scrutiny.”
Miles nodded.
“I don’t think he’ll ever be ready for that scrutiny.” Stiles groaned, glancing
at where his phone was angrily vibrating with calls from the werewolf.
“He should work on being ready, because we cannot hide this forever.”
“What rank of werewolf is he, your majesty?” The councilwoman asked, leaning
forward slightly.
“He’s an alpha. I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.”
“It will make him more help to you in rule, but it will likely make his public
opinion go down. Fairies are the only non-human that humans cannot become; we
look down on those that can change humans into their own kind.”
Stiles took a deep breath and glanced at his warrior watching by the door.
“Will I have to make the announcement myself.”
“I will take care of it. The only thing you need to do is wear a bond ring.”
Miles said, standing up.
“Okay.” Stiles didn’t say anything else as they left, she telling him not to
worry and him telling him that he wished they had met under better
circumstances.
“You okay?” Ore asked as he stared at him, worry obvious on his face.
“I’ll let you know when I know.” Stiles sighed as he stood up. “I need to call
him.”
Nodding, the warrior let himself out.
Scott answered on the first ring. “You okay? You hung up on Skype and your
emotions…”
“I got some surprise visitors.” Stiles closed his eyes, feeling Scott’s
excessive worry through their bond. “One of the old council and my new press
secretary. They saw the mark.”
Scott was silent on the other line for a long time, and when he spoke again he
was quiet. “Then I guess it’s over.”
“Not yet, unless they’re going to go back on what they said.” Stiles explained,
in full detail what had happened and Scott whined through the phone.
“Stiles, I’m sorry. We should’ve waited… this would be so much easier for you…”
“Just shut up. I don’t care about it being easy, when have I ever taken the
easy way out?”
“Any time we got arrested by one of your dad’s deputies?”
For the first time that day Stiles smiled. “That doesn’t count. My dad was my
get out of jail free card.”
“Just be careful, okay? There are a lot of people waiting for you to change
things.”
“Careful is my middle name, you know?”
“Your middle name isn’t even a real name, just like your first name.”
Stiles rolled his eyes and changed the subject, asking Scott how his classes
were going. The werewolf groaned.
He had just finished on the phone with Scott and put back in his wedding
earring when his council burst into his room, Finn complaining about the movie
and girls wanting to know how his chat with Scott went. They all had a range of
emotions on their face when he told them about his day, but the overall emotion
was hope that the councilwoman and Miles wouldn’t go back on what they said.
It was Tuesday that Miles showed up to a meeting with the official press
release to the media and the briefing to the old council for Stiles approve. He
groaned as he read them, seeing it going terribly but approving both anyway
with the tiniest optimism.
Wednesday the old council was furious, demanding to know his Bound’s identity.
He very calmly refused as anger and fear were rising inside him. After almost
two hours of them yelling at him and him repeating himself, he got up and left
without another word.
Thursday it aired on international news, meaning Friday all his classmates were
asking him and his council constantly for the identity. Some were even
complaining that they no longer had a chance.
It two weeks before Ore and Rayon had to stop escorting him to classes, if only
to keep his classmates from bugging him. He still couldn’t go out in public, at
all. Even small crowds were like angry mobs. Humans, werewolves, vampires,
witches, everyone was excessively interested in his love life.
He’d change places with his mate in a heartbeat, at least the werewolf could
fly under the radar at school. Actually everyone at school probably knew that
Scott was the chosen mate of the Fae King; it was probably a big secret of the
town. If he ever got another free moment he’d have to ask Scott.
***** High School Empty *****
School for Scott was a lot different without Stiles. He got in less trouble,
but it was less interesting without his best friend to bicker with teachers and
to make a fool of himself in the lunchroom trying to win over Lydia. The entire
school just seemed to be missing something, and it wasn’t just Stiles. He
looked over at the table that Lydia and Jackson would’ve been sitting at and
just saw Allison sitting with Danny and Matt, wishing she was anywhere else.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Derek said as he sat down next to him in the
lunchroom, ignoring Erica teasing her boyfriends across the table.
“I just… things are so different than they were just a few months ago.” Scott
sighed, looking at the older alpha. “Was it a weird transition when you…?”
Derek shrugged. “I didn’t have too many friends that weren’t human or werewolf,
so it wasn’t that big of a change.”
Scott sighed and looked back over at Allison. “I don’t understand why it has to
be this way.”
“It wasn’t always this way.” Derek mused, getting Scott’s hopes up. “But, then
we were all separated. You and Stiles may have never met.”
Groaning, he glared at Derek.
“Fairies, Vampires, and Witches all have different needs at this age than
humans. Werewolves only get to stay with humans because their packs can teach
them.” Derek explained, pretending the younger male wasn’t glaring at him.
“It’s not fair for friendships made as kids, but for them to grow as what they
are, they needed to go.”
“Just because it makes sense doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Scott grumbled.
“That’s exactly what Cora and Malia said when they left for school.” The older
wolf chuckled, finally digging into his food.
As him and Isaac got home, he heard voices in the kitchen. One was his mom, she
wasn’t working that night so she’d be home for dinner, but he didn’t recognize
the other until he stepped into the kitchen.
"Hey Scott.” The Sheriff said with a smile. He wasn’t in his uniform so he
probably wasn’t working that night either. That was another weird thing, not
knowing every single crime that happened in town.
He waved at him awkwardly. Being around the Sheriff had always awkward, since
he never knew what he did or didn’t know about his and Stiles’ probably illegal
shenanigans, but now it was just… weird. “You have off today too?”
"Yeah, your mom invited me over to have dinner with you guys.”
Scott looked at his mom and then back at Mr. Stilinski. Isaac came popped his
head in and told Scott that he wanted to work on their Mario Kart skills before
dinner. The sheriff chuckled and shooed the two teenagers.
When they sat down to eat, the Sheriff asked Scott and Isaac about school. They
both replied with awkward half smiles. He chuckled before Scott asked him about
work.
“I can imagine that it’s a little boring without Stiles telling you about my
cases.”
“Yeah…” Scott awkwardly scratched his head. “Have you heard from him lately?”
“A text now and then, but not really. What about you?”
“He’s always so busy, I called him last weekend, but I haven’t heard from him
since then.” Scott frowned and dropped his fork.
“There’s a fairy holiday next month, they’ll off a few days for it. Maybe he’ll
be able to come home for it.”
“Really? I think he would’ve mentioned it.”
“Holidays aren’t something he would’ve learned yet, they’re probably focusing
on policies and politics. Not to mention his powers.” He smirked to himself.
“They destroyed my backyard over the summer trying to teach him basics.”
Both Isaac and Scott chuckled, remember being blinded by Stiles when they
stopped by during the training sessions. “Hopefully the real teachers are more
helpful than those three were.”
They were all on their second plate when Scott’s phone started ringing. He
started pulling it with an apology, planning on ignoring Erica or Derek’s call
until after dinner. “It’s Stiles.” Without even looking at the rest of the
table, he answered it. “Hey.”
Stiles started talking a mile a minute.
“Slow down.” Even with their bond, he didn’t know what the fairy was talking
about.
“There’s a holiday next month and I get off a whole week! It’s like fairy
Christmas or something! I only get to be home three days though, because King
stuff but…”
Scott smiled and shook his head. “That’s awesome. I’m actually eating with your
dad do you want to talk to him for a minute?”
He could feel a spike in his mate’s emotions that made him smile. Before Stiles
could answer, Scott’s phone was in the Sherriff’s hands.
The conversation between Stiles and his father was short, but was heartfelt.
Once he handed the phone back, he excused himself to hide the tears threatening
to run down his face.
“Do you have some more time to talk, or do you…?”
“Sorry, I have to go. I have to cram for an exam tomorrow.” Stiles sounded just
as sad as Scott was. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The sheriff stayed to help with dishes, despite Melissa’s assurance that the
boys would do them. When he finally left, he waved at the two teenagers, who
were pretending to do homework, and hugged Melissa.
The next day when he told the rest of the pack that Stiles would be back for a
few days, Erica squealed, shaking her boyfriends excitedly. Boyd and Derek both
looked pretty stoic, but he could tell they were at least happy for him if
nothing else.
“So, what are you two going to do while he’s home?” Derek asked as they both
got in the older wolf’s car.
Scott shrugged. “I can’t hog him. I’ll let him spend a day with his dad, and
then probably try to get a day alone with him… and let Erica have a day with
him.”
“Good plan, otherwise you might have a mutiny on your hands.” Derek gave a few
huffs of dry laughter. Scott couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“So what is Talia teaching me today?”
“Laura actually, and I’m not really sure. Something about disciplining pack
members, but hopefully that’s not something you’ll ever have to use.” Derek
smirked. “Mom has to discipline Peter a lot.”
Scott flinched at the mention of Derek’s uncle. It had been a while since the
last time he had seen the older wolf, but if Scott never saw him again, it
would be too soon.
Of course with Scott’s luck, Peter was in the living room when the two of them
entered the Hale house. The beta smiled at Scott, making the alpha squirm and
hide half of himself behind Derek.
Derek glared at his uncle. “Do you know where Laura is?”
“She’s in the kitchen with your mother.” Peter stood up, walking towards them.
“Did you grab the mail on your way in?”
Derek thrusted one envelopes in his hand into Peter’s chest. “There’s one for
you, from Malia and Cora’s school.”
“Oh?” Peter didn’t seemed phased by the gesture, despite it sending him back a
few steps. “I wonder what that could be about.” As he started opening it, Derek
headed towards the kitchen. Scott hurried after him, cringing at the wink Peter
gave him.
Talia and Laura were both in the kitchen, sipping on wine watching Derek’s
father cooking. The two were chatting about some scandal among other alphas.
Laura was much more enthused by it than her mother, but the older alpha
indulged her daughter’s need for gossip.
Laura smiled when she saw Scott. “I cannot wait until I can gossip about you
and Stiles, once you two make your relationship public. There won’t be a person
in the world who won’t want the inside scoop!”
“Laura.” Derek growled at his sister. Laura just chuckled and sat her glass
down.
“
I’m only joking. Anyway, how was school?” She was beaming at the two teenagers.
Both of them looked at her like they were dead inside. “That bad huh? Learning
is important though!”
That didn’t get her much of a response either.
Talia chuckled. “What are you teaching him today Laura?”
“Discipline. When it’s necessary and to what degree.” Laura smiled at her
mother. “But after I finish telling you and father the story. Do you guys want
me to tell you too?”
Derek groaned. “No thanks Laura. I’m going to head up to my room and do my
homework.”
“You’re such a buzz kill Der-bear!”
He glared at her and left without another word.
Laura finished her story and burst out laughing uncontrollably. Talia and her
husband were chuckling and Scott just sat there awkwardly, he must’ve missed
something.
“Vanessa has quite the sense of humor.” Talia said as she finished her glass of
wine.
Laura was just standing up when Peter came in.
“Malia is getting suspended from her school.” He handed his sister the paper in
his hands. “She’ll be sent home this weekend.”
“Oh…” Talia read over the document. When she finished she sighed. “I guess
there’s nothing we’ll be able to do. She’s lucky she isn’t being expelled
completely.”
“What did she do?” Laura asked, looking over her mother’s shoulder, skimming
the paper.
Talia folded it back up and handed it back to Peter. “You should call the high
school. Even if she cannot return to that school this year, she shouldn’t be
missing a full year of school.”
“Why do I have to do it?” Peter pouted like a child.
“She is your daughter Peter, sometimes you would do well to act like it, even
if only for her sake.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but Derek inherited his ability to convey
entire sentences with his eyebrows from his mother. Peter left, mumbling
something to himself, slamming his bedroom door when he finally made it.
“Well, Scott,” Laura looked at Scott then frowned. “You okay? You look kind of
pale suddenly.
Scott stared at her before trying to shake off his inner terror. “Yeah, that
sucks for Malia. Are you sure the high school is going to let her attend?”
Talia smiled. “If not we’ll have to figure something out. If they do, will you
help her adjust?”
“Of course, I’m sure she’ll fine with being surrounded by werewolves again.”
“Thank you.”
Laura then grinned and pulled him off the barstool and into the living room.
***** Tiptoe *****
Scott didn’t know Malia that well, but somehow ended up being the one she
attached herself to when she returned home. As kids, she had a reputation for
acting like a wild animal and the only person she ever spoke to until the sixth
grade was Cora. She hadn’t changed much, except now she swore instead of
growled at people she didn’t like. The alpha also soon found out she was an
even worse student than he was.
She’d been back for a week and still she hadn’t told anyone what she had done
to deserve her suspension, save her father and aunt. Isaac and Erica were
constantly prying and Scott was convinced she was going to curse them into
oblivion if they didn’t soon stop.
Malia was glaring at her math homework when Scott walked into the Hale kitchen.
They’d lowered her math class twice since she started at the high school. She
glanced up at him. “Derek is out with Aunt Talia. Laura is on a date with
Josh.”
“What about your dad?” Scott stopped from heading up the stairs.
“Out. Not sure where… but out…” She looked back at her homework with a groan,
pulling at her hair.
“Need some help?” Scott smiled at her. He wasn’t the best at math, what she
really needed was Stiles or Lydia’s help, but he’d do.
Skeptically, she took him up on his offer. After almost an hour of him
explaining, she looked more confused. “I’ll just ask Derek when he gets home.
Cora used to always help me with my homework.”
“You must miss her, being back here without her.”
She just stared at him, liking missing her hadn’t occurred to her. “I’m
cooping.”
Scott had been wondering what it was like at the witch school. Stiles and the
other fairies complain about their studies and the racists when he speaks to
them. Stiles also does a wonderful impression of Jackson bragging about his
school. Malia hadn’t talked about that at all either. She was starting to warm
up to him, so maybe she’d start opening up a little bit.
She did eventually start opening up to him, but it wasn’t until just before
Stiles was scheduled to come home. Derek had asked her why she hadn’t been
practicing her magic since she’d been home, and Malia just looked at him like
he was stupid.
“Something Harry Potter got right: I can’t use magic outside of school.”
Scott looked up from the book Talia was forcing him to read about werewolf law,
staring at her. “Really? That seems a little…”
“Annoying?” Malia raised her eyebrows at him, putting down her history
textbook. “They do it because untrained witched are dangerous. We’re more than
likely to overdo something and make a giant hole in the ground.”
“Is that what you got suspended for?”
“You don’t get suspended for accidents, you get extra homework for accidents.”
She rolled her eyes.
“What do you get suspended for then?”
“Among other things, using spells you’re not supposed to even know.” She didn’t
look like she wanted to elaborate more on what kinds of spells she wasn’t
supposed to know. “Unlike Fairy magic, my magic is actually dangerous and comes
from somewhere much worse than nature.”
Before either Scott or Derek could say anything she stood up and mumbled about
studying in her room. Scott looked to the older alpha, who shrugged. “She’s
never been the most social of family.”
Scott had to bite his tongue to stop from mentioning Derek’s lack of social
skills. “Do you know a lot about witches?”
“Not really. I know Mom and Laura know a bit, but not more than they need to.”
“Maybe I’ll have Stiles do some research while he’s here.” He frowned when he
saw Derek trying to hold in laughter. “We can’t have sex the entire time… it’s
unhealthy for us to have sex the entire time.”
The older alpha had to leave the room because he was going to die from laughing
if he kept staring at Scott.
Unfortunately, the days that Stiles would be home were weekdays: Tuesday
through Thursday. Melissa only gave him Scott permission to skip one day to
spend with him, despite his pouting. The plan was simple: most of Tuesday meant
relaxing for Stiles and then spending the evening with the whole pack,
Wednesday was for Scott and only for Scott, and Thursday he was spending all
day with his dad until he had to return to the school.
When he walked into his house late on Monday night, his dad was still at work
but he was too tired to stay up greet him. He got up surprisingly early the
next day, early enough to see his dad drinking coffee while Ore made him
breakfast. His smile was huge as he ran over to hug his dad who was already in
uniform. The sheriff couldn’t help but smile back at him.
After his dad had left, he hugged the TV and flipped through the channels until
he got a text from Scott, requesting research on witches. At least it wasn’t
his own family history, he was getting really tired of looking at that. He
ventured asking one of his bodyguards to fetch his laptop. Rayon surprisingly
brought it down, but sarcastically bowed and asked if there was anything else
he needed.
He had finished the research by the time the pack was sprawling out in his
living room. Scott smiled at him after they kissed, nodding at where Erica was
whining. They had all of the next day for them; the omegas needed their Stiles.
Lydia came by a little later, commented on what Erica was wearing and asked
Boyd a question before sitting down. Scott walked over to her and asked her
about her classes while his Mate was being hogged.
“Found any dead bodies lately?” Scott couldn’t help but smile at her.
“No. And I hope not to find any anytime soon, thank you.” She blinked at him.
“How are your alpha studies going?”
Scott just grimaced.
As everyone else was leaving, Stiles stood by the door and waved at them. Scott
walked over and tried to say goodbye, at least until the morning. Stiles just
gave him his devilish grin. “You’re staying the night.”
“But…”
“Dad’s pulling a double, and said he’d sleep at the station and I already
talked to Melissa.” His lips were on the wolf’s before Scott could reply. As
the two stumbled up to Stiles’ bedroom, Ore closed the front door with a sigh.
***** Sleepover *****
Chapter Notes
     this is pathetically short, but it's also a pretty unestential
     chapter. The next one, more important and will be extra long,
     promise, also 80% about Lydia and Allison.
It was slow and it was almost bloodless. They took their time, exploring each
other after so long apart. Chaste kisses trailing each other’s bodies until
they found their goal. Stiles bobbing his head between Scott’s legs. Scott
gently petting Stiles’ wings as he worked him open. Soft words of affection
shared between breaths as they moved together. Long kisses shared between
rounds.
“Tomorrow we should watch a movie, play some video games.” Scott said as he
repeatly kissed the scar he had left on the fairy’s shoulder.
“You mean between sex?” Stiles groaned as he pressed against the other boy.
The werewolf chuckled. “Yeah Stiles, between sex.” He then pulled Stiles on top
of him, pulling him down to meet their lips together.
Stiles grinned at him, glancing at the clock very quickly. “We should probably
get some sleep before the sun comes up.”
“We’ll sleep eventually.” Scott took Stiles’ pierced ear between his teeth. He
smoothed his hands down Stiles’ back until he was grasping his ass again.
Humming, Stiles reached back to find Scott’s dick. “You know, this is probably
against your macho alpha-ness, but we should try this the other way.”
Scott froze, his hands falling away from his mate. Stiles stopped too, looking
quite concerned as he moved his hands to his mate’s face. “Scott? You don’t
have-…”
The wolf turned his head away and Stiles moved off him. “Did something happen?”
Sitting up and turning away from his mate, Scott just shook his head. Stiles
put a hand on his mate’s back. “Scott?”
“I’m okay Stiles.”
“I know you’re not. Please? Was it something I did?”
“No, it wasn’t you. Just…” Scott sighed and turned to him. “I’m going to need
some time getting worked up to the idea.”
Stiles gave him a small kiss. “Are you sure? You don’t seem…”
“I want to be with you in every way possible. I want to try it with you.” Scott
smiled at him and kissed him back.
As Stiles nodded, he still wasn’t convinced there wasn’t something more going
on, but it was obvious that Scott didn’t want to tell him. The mood was lost,
so they curled up to finally get some sleep.
The next morning, they went a few a rounds before showering off and heading
downstairs. Ore was sitting on the couch, crying over soap operas. Scott kissed
Stiles’ neck before going into the kitchen.
Stiles looked at his body guard. “Where’s Rayon?”
“With Lydia. It’ll be something to talk about later. Enjoy your time with Scott
for the rest of the day. And tell Scott I’ll make you guys something, so he
stops staring at the stove figuring out how to turn it on.”
Rolling his eyes, he walked into the kitchen to find the werewolf doing exactly
what Ore predicted. He called for Ore as soon as he finished laughing it ass
off. Scott glared at him as he sat at the table. After eating, Ore disappeared
upstairs so they could have some privacy while they made out between video game
battles and important movie scenes.
It was starting to get dark and Stiles had fallen asleep during the third movie
they watched. Scott jumped a little when they front door opened. The Sheriff
nodded at them.
“All day in your pajamas. Better than was I was  thinking I’d walk into.” He
hung up his coat and keys and headed up the stairs. “Wake up sleeping beauty,
we’re going out for pizza before I drop you off back at home.”
Scott nodded and nudged Stiles a couple of times before the fairy finally woke
up and was coherent enough to understand that his dad was taking him for pizza.
The sheriff asked for the PG version of what the two boys did while he was at
work, but Stiles just grinned like a maniac while Scott’s face was beat red and
couldn’t look at the sheriff.
***** Banshee *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Allison and Lydia’s day had been going well. They both had spent tons of their
parents money on new clothes at the mall. They caught up on their lives over
lunch. Allison had just started seeing Matt Dahler and she wasn’t sure what the
face her best friend meant. Lydia just cleared her throat and changed the
topic.
“How are your parents?” Lydia picked up her milkshake, examining her friend.
The human girl frowned. “Really strange recently actually. Dad’s been working
some crazy hours at the station, and I can’t help but feel like my mom is
hiding something from me. Do you think I’m just being paranoid?”
“Considering the current state of the world an your parents’ line of work, I
think you’d be right to be concerned. Have you tried asking them? They’re
usually pretty forward with you.”
“I have asked them, that’s the  part. They both just tell me that things will
be okay.” Allison looked really concerned then. She looked down at her mostly
eaten salad and then looked back up at Lydia. “But we only have today, let’s
just have fun, okay?”
Lydia hummed and sat her milkshake down. “Good idea. Such a heavy topic for my
day off. We already shopped, what shall we do now?”
“There’s a new action film that just game out.” Allison rolled her eyes at
Lydia, who looked like she was going to veto the idea. “With a female lead. And
the hot male side kick has to go undercover as a male stripper.”
The fairy nodded and started picking up her bags up. Allison grinned and
followed after her as they walked to the other side of the mall to the movie
theater. When she finished getting their tickets, she looked around.
“Lydia? Lydia?” She didn’t see the redhead anywhere. She checked to see if
maybe she was getting them snacks, but she wasn’t inside. Looking out into the
mall she saw Lydia’s bags dropped at the nearest entrance.
Allison dropped her own bags and ran out the exit. She saw a flash a red hair
halfway through the parking lot. She yelled out her friend’s name repeatedly as
ran after her. Lydia didn’t stop, even when Allison caught up to her.
She waved her hand in front of Lydia’s face, but nothing happened. Lydia looked
like she was in a trance. Groaning, Allison pulled out her phone and called
Scott. The werewolf predictably didn’t answer his phone, he was probably with
his own fairy. She called the station, the deputy at the main desk happily
telling her she’d transfer her to her father.
“I actually need to speak to Sheriff Stilinski. It’s a little urgent.” She sped
up a little to keep up with Lydia. The banshee was walking surprisingly
quickly.
“Allison, is something wrong?” The sheriff asked when he finally came onto the
line. “Deputy Shawl said it was urgent.”
“Lydia’s in a trance. I think it has to with her banshee powers and…” Allison
almost missed a turn Lydia had made. She had to quickly turn and run a few
paces to stay at the redhead’s side. “She’s walking, and if it’s anything like
last time, you’re going to be interested when she stops.”
“I’m going to call one of Stiles’ bodyguards. Where are you now? I’ll send your
dad out to meet you and he’ll in if what Lydia is walking towards what you
think she is.”
“Thank you sheriff.” She sighed gratefully before giving him their location and
direction. Hopefully her dad would be quick. It took him long enough that he
had to call her to get her actual location, thankfully her and Lydia hadn’t
gone that far. Chris Argent just stared at his daughter’s best friend before
nodded for Allison to keep following her.
“Have you tried snapping her out of it?”
Allison nodded. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and it’ll be nothing.”
“Somehow, I doubt it Allison.”
Argent’s doubts were well founded as he was calling in his findings to the
sheriff. Allison was comforting Lydia, who was crying hysterically now that she
was out of her trance. The scene was gruesome, but Allison couldn’t keep
looking at the victim.
They were just at the edge of the Hale property. A man was strung up on a tree,
his mouth sown shut and the word “traitor” branded into his chest. From looking
at him, Allison couldn’t tell how he had died, but she assumed it was painful.
Stilinski and Rayon were the first on the scene. Rayon looked at the man
hanging from the tree and sighed. “That’s the local fairy leader. He has two
kids and a husband.”
The sheriff just sighed as he nodded, having one of the deputies jot that and
the address down. “Why don’t you go check on Lydia?”
Rayon bent down to look at Lydia, who was still crying into Allison’s shoulder.
“Hello Allison. How is she holding up?”
“She’s been crying like this pretty much since we got here and she’s been out
of the trance.” Allison rubber the fairy girl’s back. “Lydia, one of Stiles’
bodyguards is here.”
Lydia looked up, her face covered in tear run makeup. “Rayon. Oh God… I-I…”
“You are alright. It is an unfortunate fact that the abilities of a banshee are
difficult to control, especially the one that allows you to follow death. You
are very lucky to a friend that would follow you, knowing what would be on the
end of your journey.” He smiled at the two girls.
Lydia looked up at Allison. “Thank you for staying with me.”
“Of course Lydia. I’d never leave you.” The two hugged tightly, their foreheads
pressed together. Lydia laughed, despite the tears that were still falling down
her cheeks.
The sheriff called for Rayon then, the two girls nodded for him to go. Allison
then started reassuring Lydia that she helped, that without her it may have
been days before the police discovered the body. The banshee nodded, trying to
appease her friend and still feeling terrible.
“Rayon, he’s a fairy. I have to at least invite your people to assist in the
investigation, but if he was the leader…”
“You’d defer to your son until another local leader is appointed. Lydia has the
authority to speak on his behalf, but she’s not in any shape to speak for
herself at the moment.”
“Then I will have to wait until tomorrow to bring this up with him. He’ll be
happy that I can finally talk to him about one of my investigations.” The
sheriff sighed and watched as the coroner finally took him down from the tree.
His attention then was on the sound of rustling in the nearby foliage. Finally,
Talia and Peter Hale came out from the thick of the forest. Talia looked at the
fairy sadly, as he was being zipped up. Peter was trying hard to hide his
masochistic grin.
“Alpha Hale.” The sheriff walked over to her. “I was just about to send a
deputy up to the house. I wanted to get him down before the press sniffed this
out.”
She nodded. “I understand. He left the house early this morning after a
meeting. You have my and my family’s full cooperation, as well permission to
search anywhere you deem necessary on our property.”
“Thank you, your cooperation is appreciated. Chris Argent will be the lead, as
this is a supernatural crime.” The sheriff nodded over at where Argent was
looking very angrily at the tree.
Allison looked up at the werewolves. Lydia had fallen asleep on her lap and
Peter was grinning in their direction. She glared at him until he turned to his
sister.
“Talia, we should go back to the house. There doesn’t seem to be anything else
we can do to help.”
She nodded. “If you have anything you need from me, don’t hesitate to ask
Stilinski.”
The sheriff blew a breath out of his nose before turning to Lydia and Allison.
“You two should go home.” He then yelled for one of the deputies with their own
patrol car. Allison nodded thankfully as she gently nudged Lydia awake.
“I’d like to go with them, just for Lydia’s sake. Some would consider her a
witness to this crime and she may be in danger.” Rayon stared at the sheriff
until he nodded and waved for him to go.
Chapter End Notes
     this turned out to be like 100% allydia, oops. Stiles and Scott
     weren't even actually in it. anyway, the real shit is starting to
     happen, uh oh. hopefully the sheriff and argent don't bite off more
     than they can chew.
***** Your Detectiveness *****
After Scott was dropped off, the sheriff sighed and looked over at Stiles.
Stiles looked at his dad, raising one eyebrow. “What’s up pops?”
“Tomorrow, you’re going to help me with a case.” That didn’t make Stiles any
less confused. “The local fairy leader was found dead earlier today, by Lydia.”
Stiles paled and looked out the window. “H-He… he was a good man. Are we going
to get an early start?”
“As early as you want.”
When they got back to the house, Stiles called Lydia as he headed to his room.
When Lydia’s phone was answered, it was Allison on the other side of the line.
“Stiles?”
“Allison?” He shouldn’t have been so surprised. Of course Allison would’ve been
there for her best friend. “How’s Lydia holding up?”
“She’s in rough shape, but she’s sleeping now. Watching her go into that trance
earlier was terrifying. She was completely unresponsive.” Allison took a
calming breath. “She was just as scared when she came out of it, especially
when she saw where we ended up.”
“I can imagine. Is my bodyguard still there with you?”
“Yeah, did you…”
“No, I just wanted to make sure. Lydia probably finds having him loan
comforting. I’ll call her tomorrow. Thanks Allison.”
“Bye Stiles.”
With a groan, he fell back on his bed. He was dead tired and now he was
anxious. It was unlikely that he’d get anymore sleep than the night before. The
next day would be trying and he wasn’t looking forward to it.
The first stop was at the home of the deceased fairy’s husband. Their daughter
opened the door, looking thoroughly shocked through her tears.
“Your Majesty.” She started to bow until he put a hand on her shoulder.
He gave her a small smile. “There’s no need for that. I’m sorry for your loss.”
She just nodded and pointed, obviously assuming what he wanted. Nodding back at
her, he entered the house. As he followed the girl still crying, he noticed her
brother, Terad. He was standing in the shadows next to the stairs. Stiles had a
few classes with him, and he didn’t like him. The boy wasn’t showing any
emotion, not even the slightest glimpse of sadness, as he stared back at
Stiles.
Someone was calling him by his title again so he turned to look at the source.
The human husband of the dead man. Stiles shook his hand and motioned for the
two of them to sit. For a while it was just the human rambling about his
husband: the good he tried to do for fairies, and fairy-human relations; how
good of a father he was; how much he loved him.
“He was a good man.” Stiles finally said, looking up at him with a smile. “I
want to help find who did this. Is there anything that you didn’t tell the
police?”
The man shook his head. “No. I told them everything I knew. I wish I could help
more, but knowing that you care, that my husband’s king cares, give me hope.”
Nodding, Stiles stood up. “I’m sorry for your loss.” As he left, he heard the
man return to sobbing as the girl ran past him to cry with her father. Terad
had disappeared from his position by the stairs.
His dad raised an eyebrow at him when he got in the cruiser. Stiles glanced
over at him. “He doesn’t know anything that isn’t in the official report.” He
sighed and looked back at the house. “But their son runs with a radical group
and he didn’t look too broken up over his father’s death.”
“Do you know him?”
“Yeah. He’s the other fairy in Lydia and my year from here. We had a few
classes together here and we have a few at the fairy school.”
“Do you think he would…?”
“I don’t know him well enough to answer that.” Stiles tapped on the dashboard
idly as his dad mentioned something about going to the Martin house, to check
on Lydia. He put his hand on his dad’s as he was about to turn around. “Have
you talked to Alpha Hale yet? You said he had a meeting with her, before he was
found.”
“Only to get permission to search her land. Why?”
“Maybe what the two of them were discussing… you know…” He gestured vaguely,
making his dad nod a few times, pretending he understood. Ore just snorted from
the back of the cruiser as he leaned on the grating.
“Guess this means we’re going to pay the Hales a visit. Think we should call
first?”
Peter opened the door when they arrived, a grin on his face. “Talia and Laura
are out, running the property to see if they can sniff out anything that your
deputies might’ve missed.” He moved aside to invite them in as he let out a
howl. “They should be back soon.”
As they entered, Stiles instinctively reached out for his dad’s sleeve. The
sheriff glanced back at him with confusion but didn’t shake him off as he
thanked Peter. Peter just stood their silently watching Stiles while the
sheriff looked around the house. Ore was glaring at Peter, who obviously wasn’t
noticing.
Talia came in eventually, wearing a robe. “Give me a moment.” She nodded at the
Stilinskis and then looked at her brother, speaking to him forcefully. “Thank
you Peter.”
Peter snapped out of his trance of staring at Stiles, turning to his sister.
“Alright.” He then disappeared to his room.
A few moments after Talia had disappeared, she returned fully clothed. “I can
assume what you’re hear about. Please.” She motioned for them to follow her
into her office. Stiles sat down while his dad looked a little more hesitant.
It was little like the principal’s office for Stiles’ liking, but it would do.
“Stiles believes that what you two may have been discussing could have played a
factor in his death.” The sheriff said after he finally sat down.
“It certainly could have. Many of my own kind do not look kindly on my
position, for a fairy to even think of changing his position…” Talia looked at
Stiles. “You have not had an easy task, being friend to werewolves.”
“No, even the more liberal fairies, get touchy when it comes to werewolves.”
Stiles sighed. “Have you two been discussing anything substantial?”
“No. That was only our third meeting since he called me, at your insistence.”
Talia leaned on the desk. “We spent most of the first meeting finding personal
common ground. The second was spent finding the common ground of our species.
It is not easy to foster a working relationship.”
“What did you talk about yesterday morning?” The sheriff asked, very directly.
“Just how we can work together and how we can do so that benefits Beacon Hills.
Our biggest common ground was that we cared for this town.” She sighed and
shuffled some things around on her desk before finding a small card. “We
discussed nothing specific, but he did invite me to his annual meeting with the
witch leaders of the area.”
She handed the card to the sheriff, who looked at Stiles. Stiles nodded. “You
should contact them.”
The sheriff nodded and took it, looking over the information. “Is there
anything else you can think of?”
Talia shook her head. “I’m sorry, but that’s all. Laura and I haven’t found
anything in the forest either. I hope you find the bastard.”
“Thank you.” Stiles smiled at her as he stood. “I’ll make sure the next leader
gets in contact with you when they get… however they’re chosen.”
She nodded then and stood to walk them out of the house.
Finally, they pulled up in front of the Martin house. Stiles glanced at his
dad. “You’re dropping me off here, aren’t you?”
“Yeah kid.” The sheriff sighed. “I’ll pick you up for dinner before you have to
go back. We both agree that this case is a top priority.”
“I’ll see you for dinner then.” Stiles got out of the car and walked up to the
house.
Lydia looked rough. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and she was in flannel pjs.
She was sitting on her couch with an entire pack of cookies. He smiled at her
as he sat next to her. It was good to see her as a real person.
“How are you holding up?” Stiles asked her and she lolled her head towards him,
looking at him blankly.
“I found a dead body yesterday and nearly gave Allison an anxiety attack. How
do you think I’m holding up?”
Stiles just shrugged. “Do you remember anything? About being in the trance?”
She just shook her head before shoving a cookie in her mouth.
“I’m going to have Daily get an experienced banshee to help you hone your
banshee skills. I can’t have my second zoning out during important meetings.”
Lydia gave him a slight smile before demanding popcorn and a chick flic. He
rolled his eyes, getting up. “Ordering around your king?” She threw one of the
throw pillows at him.
Allison showed up eventually, sitting very close to Lydia. The two curled
around each other as Stiles changed the movie. It was cute, but it was also
awkward. He felt like he was being intrusive. He couldn’t have been gladder
when his dad finally picked him up.
***** Two Surprises *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys, I'm sorry it's been so long. I promise I hadn't abandoned
     you or this story. I love you and I hope this continues to make you
     happy (in a heart being ripped out sort of way).
“So, what did you guys do over break?” Finn asked Lydia and Stiles as they sat
down for breakfast. Both of the them just gave him a tired, defeated look.
“I figured you guys would have some fun, but I guess your old friends weren’t
that great.” Pheea pouted at them. “We got to listen to our parents bitch
about… I stopped listening so I don’t even know what they were bitching about.”
Stiles sighed. “One of ours was murdered while we were home. Lydia had to find
his mangled corpse.”
She gave them a pained smile before stabbing a piece of melon. Blaire squeezed
her shoulder before looking at Stiles. “What happened?”
“We’re still looking into it.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to say anything
without more evidence.”
“Not even us?” Finn stared at him. Stiles nodded around the room, which was
filled with loose lipped and nosy teenagers. “Oh, so later?”
“After classes, meet me in my room. I’m going to go talk to the headmaster
about getting someone who can actually help Lydia.” Stiles stood up without
even taking a single piece of food off his plate.
“It seems like there’s something else bothering him. Any ideas Lydia?” Blaire
tilted her head at the red head.
“He hasn’t mentioned anything, but I sense it too.” Lydia turned to looked at
the entrance to the cafeteria.
“Could it be something with Scott? I can’t imagine it’s easy, being bound like
they are and always being away from each other.”
“I’m almost certain it has to do with Scott, but I’m not sure if that’s it.”
Stiles heard someone calling his name as he was heading to the Daily’s office.
He turned and saw Ms. Sunvalley walking toward him with a roll of documents in
his hands.
“I hope I’m not interrupting, but there was something I wanted to talk to you
about.” She held up the roll with a smile. “It’s not urgent.”
“Its fine, I was going to talk to Daily, but I’d much rather talk to you.” He
smiled back at her. “Is this something we should go to your room for?”
Shaking her head, she motioned to one of the benches lining the path. “Here
should be just fine.”
After they were both sitting, she held out the documents to him. “So I had my
parents send me the records they had on the royal family, to find out more
information about your mother’s time among her own people.”
He took them with a nod. Stiles hadn’t ask her to; he was so preoccupied with
his new role as king he hadn’t even thought about it.
“The family trees we have on campus all have your mother listed with her maiden
name, but my parents found records that she was married before she left and met
your father.”
Stiles unrolled the documents and found a fairy-notarized marriage certificate.
He also found a different family tree that the one hanging in Ms. Sunvalley’s
classroom. Two other males were listed under his mother with her first husband.
“Her first husband was one of my older cousins, but he died a few years ago.
But, I could track down his sons if you’d like…”
“You mean my brothers?” Stiles looked at the names. Oleander and Florian
Swiftvale.
“Yes… I know they live somewhere in New York, but I’m not sure where.”
“I want to meet them, let me know when you get more information. Can I keep
these?”
She nodded and stood up. “I’ll see you for class.”
Stiles stayed on the bench for a few extra seconds looking at the documents. He
wondered if his dad knew that his mom had been married before, that she had
other kids. It wasn’t a good time to ask his dad, he knew that, but he really
wanted to call him. Checking his phone, he made a mental note to call his mate
after school.
There was just enough time to stop by Headmaster Daily’s office, except that
her secretary said she was already in a meeting. Terad, the son of the murdered
fairy, exited the office while he was waiting, looking almost sad. Stiles
nodded at him as he passed but the other boy just ignored him.
“Your majesty,” Daily said as she held her office door, “you wanted to see me?”
He stood up and walked towards her. “Yes. If you were talking to Terad, I
assume you got the notice from my father and my bodyguards?”
“Of course. I would caution against allowing human law enforcement to take the
lead in the case, but…”
“My father understands us enough that we won’t have to worry. I also left Ore
with him to help with investigation.” Stiles sighed and looked at her
seriously. “But it wasn’t Terad or the investigation that I wanted to talk to
you about.”
She just raised her eyebrows at him with a hum.
“Lydia found the body. I know that banshees are rare and generally looked down
on, but I’m sure there are others that could help her master her abilities. She
needs to be able to control them.”
Daily grabbed a pen and wrote down a few words. “I understand. I will call
around. Ms. Martin is the first banshee to pass through our school, but there
are parts of the world where her kind are more common. Until someone can be
found, she will have to continue to make do with what is available here.”
“Thank you.” He turned to leave, but she cleared her throat.
“I suspect that you will keep me updated, with the investigation, for Terad’s
sake.”
“Of course.” Stiles gave her a small nod before leaving, fast walking because
the clock above her secretary’s desk said he was late to his first lesson.
Classes went as usual, and his lessons also went as usual, which meant
catastrophically bad. Lydia rolled her eyes at him as she walked with after his
darkling lesson. Pheea wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t feel bad.
You should’ve been training for this your entire life.”
Once they got back to his room, Lydia and Stiles told the others about the
murder that happened over the break. They were all horrified and Pheea and
Blaire wrapped Lydia in a tight hug. Finn glanced at Stiles.
“Seems like there’s something else than the murder on your mind.”
Stiles looked away as he pulled one of knees up to his chest. “There’s a lot of
things on my mind.”
“We’re your council, Stiles. We’re here to help you, with personal stuff to,
not just politics and society.” Blaire smiled at him as she moved from where
she was hugging Lydia to sit next to him on his bed. “You chose us because you
trust us.”
He pulled his other knee closer. “I don’t know how you can help, that’s the
problem. It’s not like you guys can use magic to make the world accept me and
Scott so we don’t have to be so far apart.”
“It seems like it’s more than that.” Finn was still looking at him.
“It’s just something that happened… it makes me worried about him, worried that
something happened to him that he isn’t telling me about.” Stiles sighed and
shook his head. “I tried asking him about it… but he avoided the questions.”
“He’ll tell you when he’s ready Stiles.” Lydia said as she examined her nails.
“He probably wants to tell you, but doesn’t know how.”
“I know, but it doesn’t make it any better. If I keep pushing him, it’ll just
make him hate me but if… There’s nothing I can do about it now, so there’s no
point in worrying about it.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But I have a
bunch of other stuff and I want to call Scott. We’ll talk later.”
Finn helped Lydia and Pheea off the floor and Blaire got off his bed. They all
said bye in there way before the door shut. Stiles laid back on his bed and
reached out grab his phone. When Scott answered it sounded like he was walking
away from a large group.
“What’s up? You’re back for one day and you already miss me?” Scott’s voice had
a smile in it that made Stiles smile too.
“Shut up, you missed me too.” Stiles put his free hand behind his head.
“But you called for a specific reason?”
“Yeah. I just found out I have two older brothers, and I was just a little…”
“You’re not sure how to feel about it?” The background noise was gone now.
“What do you know about them?”
“Nothing, other than they’re from my mom’s first marriage and that their dad
died a few years ago. When Sunvalley gets an address, I’m going to go out and
see them… in New York.”
“Okay. It’s going to be hard, it’s hard with you being this far, but if it’s
something you need to do.” There was a pause that Stiles didn’t know how to
fill. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know, but with this coming up, it made me think that you haven’t
talked much about her, your mom, since this happened.”
Stiles groaned. “I just… so much other stuff has been happening, so I didn’t
really have time, but this is… a direct connection to things I didn’t know
about her.”
“What do you think you’re going to find out from them?”
“I don’t know, maybe why she left the fairy world, or why she never told me
about anything about this… And they’re my brothers, they’re my family…”
“I understand, I know what I went through isn’t the same, but I’m here to talk,
you know that.”
“I know Scott, thank you. Tell the pups I said I.” Stiles smiled as he sat up.
“I will, love you.”
“I love you too...”
When they hung up, Stiles groaned and looked over at his pile of homework and
official paperwork he needed to work on.
***** Kate *****
It had been a week since Stiles had left Beacon Hills, and Scott was starting
to feel it. Even with texting and calling, it wasn’t the same. He kept focused
though. His pack counted on him and if he didn’t keep his grades up his mother
would kill him. Derek wasn’t training them as hard, which Scott assumed was
because of his own giant pile of homework.
Allison was waiting by his locker when the final bell rang. She looked up at
him and smile. They hadn’t talk in a while, but Scott glared at Matt while the
two of them were eating together. He didn’t have feelings for her anymore – how
could he with Stiles? – but he still cared about her and he didn’t see her
current boyfriend as a good fit.
“Hey!” He returned the smile as he opened his locker. “What’s up?”
“I was hoping we could hang out. I wanted to talk to you about something.” Her
smile wavered a little bit as she looked around the hallway.
“Yeah, sure, of course. Do you want to go to…”
She was nodding before he could finish his sentence. They always hung out at
the same spot after school while they were a couple. It was secluded enough for
them to make out, so it was certainly was good enough to talk about whatever
was troubling Allison.
Once Allison was seated on the large rock and Scott was leaning against the
tree they had carved their initials in, she looked up at him. He stared back at
her; she was the one that had wanted to talk, so she could start.
“There are a couple of things… but I guess…” She chewed on her bottom lip as
she thought. “What do you think of Matt?”
He blinked at her before shaking his head. “He’s okay. Why do you ask?”
“We were good together, and I just wanted your opinion…”
“Do you not like him? Because as long as you like him, that’s really all that
matters.”
“It’s not that I don’t like him, it’s just I don’t know…” Allison buried her
face in her hands. “It’s that I like someone else.”
He raised his eyebrows at her. Derek’s nonverbal habits were starting to rub
off on him. “Lydia?”
Her eyes were wide when she looked up at him. He smirked at turned away.
“Stiles mentioned that after what happened, with Lydia’s banshee-ness, there
was something different about the way the two of you were acting.”
“You mean… she probably…” Allison looked away, like it was too much to hope.
“But what if she doesn’t?”
“She’s your friend Allison; I don’t think admitting your feelings is going to
scare her away.” He took a few steps towards her and squatted in front of her,
taking her hands with a smile. “You’ll never know if you don’t ask.”
“Were you scared, when you realized that you and Stiles…” She looked up at him,
curiosity in her eyes.
“Of course. I didn’t know how to bring it up to him, but he knew. If he didn’t
figure out what was going on with me, we probably wouldn’t be together…”
“What’s it like with him? You both feel that connection, right? What’s it
like?”
Scott laughed and moved to sit next to her. “It’s intense. Everything is just
so extreme. Sometimes I think I’m going to explode because of how much I love
him, and other times I want to die from not being able to touch him, or hear
his voice. And there’s always something there, is emotions, reflecting my own,
always letting me know how he is even when we can’t talk to each other. I
didn’t know a person could feel this much about someone else.”
Allison was laughing too, knocking her shoulder into him. “You’re practically
glowing…”
He knocked back into her shoulder. “You think you and Lydia might be true
mates, or Nature Bound as the fairies call it?”
“I’m not sure, since as a human I can’t really feel any difference from
soulmates and regular love.” She shrugged and looked away again. “It’s
something that Lydia could only really tell…”
They sat in silence for a short while as Allison gripped the edge of her skirt.
Scott checked his phone, finding nothing from his mate, only his mom. She
finally sighed and turned towards him again, pulling out her own phone. “The
other thing I wanted to talk about is lot more serious.”
Scott nodded. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, it’s you and your pack that I’m worried about. I found out why Derek
Hale doesn’t like me. My aunt was the one that killed his pack, a pretty long
time ago.”
He was a little shocked. The alpha knew that Allison’s family historically
hunted his kind and other nonhumans, but he thought hunters didn’t do those
kinds of things for a very long time. “How did you…”
“I found a letter from her to my mom from jail. I snapped a pic before my mom
caught me.” She held out the phone. Scott took a few second to read over the
short letter; it read as a standard family letter, checking up on the family
and asking about town affairs. “After she told me about my aunt Kate, I looked
over it again and noticed a code. It actually has to do with a plot her, my
mom, and my grandfather have for when she gets out.”
Scott looked up at her as he pushed the phone back into her hand. “When does
she get out?”
“Around Christmas, she was well behaved on the inside and she didn’t get the
full sentence because the judge was against werewolves himself.” Allison drew a
breath through her nose. “I don’t know who else to tell; I don’t have enough
details about the plan to prove anything…”
“What do you know, about their plans?”
“Only that their target this time is bigger… So I assume that they’re going to
try to kill all of the Hales this time.”
Scott stood up and held his head. “Keep an eye out, and keep me posted. I’m
going to try to figure out a way to tell someone that do something about it…”
“I wanted to go to the Sheriff, but I know he’s so busy… and I don’t know if I
can trust my dad anymore.”
He nodded at her and picked up his book bag. “Do you want me to walk you home?”
“I don’t want to put a target on your back. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”
She picked up her own bags and started walking in the opposite direction. He
watched her until she was farther away before turning and walking towards his
own home.
As soon as he walked in the door and set his bags down there was a knock on his
door. He groaned and opened it. Derek and Malia were standing there, both
looking their usual glum selves.
As they entered, neither said anything, just sat down on his couch. He rolled
his eyes at them as he greeted them.
“You left with Allison Argent today,” Malia finally said after putting away her
phone. Scott’s eyes fell to Derek, who was very tense.
“She wanted some relationship advice, and she thought an ex-boyfriend was the
best place to start.”
Malia hummed suspiciously. Derek glared at him. “Just be careful around her.
Things might be different, but the Argents never got the memo.”
Scott just nodded. “Of course. I trust you Derek, so I’ll keep my guard up,
even though I don’t think Allison wants to hurt any of us.”
The older alpha looked surprised by this. He opened his mouth to say something,
but Scott just gave him an odd, knowing look. Derek nodded and looked away.
“Wow, you’ve mastered wordless communications with one member of your pack.
Impressive.” Malia rolled her eyes as she moved her feet to the coffee table.
“I’m sure cautioning me about Allison wasn’t why you guys came over here.”
“You promised to help me with our history homework.” Malia shrugged.
“I came over to tell you that my mom wants you to go with her to the next Alpha
Council meeting.”
“When?”
“A few weeks. The alphas haven’t actually picked an exact date, or location.”
Derek sighed, rubbing his neck. “Mom’ll be in contact with you.”
When Scott nodded, Malia started pulling her binder and textbook out of her
bookbag. Scott rolled his eyes at her again and squeezed between the two Hales.
***** Night Terror *****
Chapter Notes
     There are probably better things I could be doing with my time, like
     studying or homework, but...
Stiles heard someone whispering his own name, but it was dark. He kept turning
to find the source until a small amount of light let him see a man, older, more
muscular, with his wings. “Oberon.” Stiles stared at the man as he nodded,
others with the dragon fly wings appeared behind him.
“You have to save them. Timing is running out.” Oberon motioned to the others
behind him. “We are fading, your light is the only thing that can save them.”
“S-Save who?”
“All of our kind.” As the first king finished his sentence, he and every other
fae king turned to a giant, glowing piece of crystal. Stiles reached out
towards them as the light of the crystals went out and they shattered.
He looked down and saw crystal forming at his feet. Screaming, he opened his
eyes and sat up in his bed. Sharp crystals flew from his outstretched hand as
Rayon burst into the room with his sword in hand. His body guard looked around
at the room, after dodging the crystals. When he found no obvious threat, he
sighed and lowered his weapon.
“Nightmare?” He asked as he walked over to Stiles, who was examining his hands
as his breath slowed.
“Something like that.” Stiles held his hands up and formed a crystal in his
hand. It was glowing and it felt extremely powerful.
“When did you learn to do that? It’s a neat trick.” Rayon looked back at where
the crystals that had been aimed at him had disappeared.
“I didn’t learn it… I just…” Crushing the crystal, it and its power seemingly
reabsorbed into his hand. “I-I’ll be okay, you can go.”
“You sure? You still seem pretty shaken up.”
“I’m sure…” When Rayon made it to the door, Stiles called for him again. “Can
you not mention this to anyone?”
With a small bow, the warrior left, shutting the doors. Stiles took a deep
breath and looked at his hands again.
Miss Sunvalley was approaching him at lunch a few days later with something in
her hand again. Stiles looked up at her, hoping she was going to be more
interesting than Lydia’s lecture on quantum physics.
“I found them.” She held out a plane ticket and a crudely written address. “I
cleared it with Daily, you’re leaving on Friday.”
He took them without any hesitation. “Thank you.”
“You’ll be staying at the New York school while you’re in town, and Daily is
expecting you to meet with that headmaster and the local leaders of The City.”
With a groaned, he set the papers down. “There’s always a price to pay.”
“Diplomacy is a difficult game, which you will need to learn to play.” She
nodded at the other council members before leaving the dining hall. Stiles
turned to see all his friends staring at him.
“Found who?” Lydia said with a slight glare.
He sighed and looked away. It had completely slipped his mind to clue the rest
of the council in about it. “I have two older brothers.”
“What? Shut up, shut up!” Pheea was standing as she leaned over the table to
stare at him. “Why didn’t tell us?”
“I have a lot on my mind, it never occurred to me to bring it up.”
“Being teenage royalty is difficult.” Blaire shrugged as she continued eating
her lunch. “Hope they’re not assholes.”
Stiles couldn’t help but laugh and agree. Lydia continued glaring, it was
obvious that she knew he was hiding something else, but she was too proud to
admit it.
Scott was excited for him when he told him when he was leaving, but he asked if
he was okay again. Stiles straight out lied to his mate, and he knew Scott knew
that. The werewolf was the best at telling when he was lying, even before the
superhearing kicked in. Even if he wasn’t the only one keeping secrets, he felt
guilty lying to him.
Rayon was standing in the door when he hung up with Scott. He looked worried
about Stiles, but he didn’t want to say anything. “Security at the New York
school has been doubled, and they assigned you extra guards for when we go out
in the city, but the press got word about your visit to New York.”
Stiles just sighed and nodded. “Thank you. Is there anything else?”
“Ore sent a progress report, which says they’re not making much progress… but
they have a few leads.”
With another curt nod, he dismissed him without more discussion.
When they arrived in New York, there were swarms of press around the airport.
Stiles waved at them with a smile before getting into the car the school had
sent. Rayon glanced at him as he shut the door.
“One of them snapped a good pic of your wedding earring.”
Stiles reached up and felt the simple piece of jewelry. “Everyone already
knows, they just don’t know to who or what… But it’s probably the first pic of
me with it.”
The school was older than the school Stiles went to, but was directly in the
city. There was press swarming the gates, but Rayon and the guards from the
school helped to keep them back. Once inside the grounds, he was greeted by an
older looking man with a smile.
“Your majesty, we’re honored to have you visiting up. I’m Professor Cirro
Greydash, headmaster of this school.” He bowed at him. “I’m sure you’ll want to
settle in, I’m sure you have a busy schedule for your time in town.”
Stiles smiled at him. “Thank you. I’ll come by your office to discuss what you
would like from me while I’m here.”
“This way then.” He left them alone once Stiles was in his room, even grander
than his room back at his own school.
Rayon threw Stiles’ suitcase in the wardrobe. “How are you doing?”
“It hurts… being this far from him.” Stiles glanced at him before looking out
the window. “And I can’t stop thinking about that dream…”
“You mean the night you almost killed me? What happened that night?”
“I’m still not sure… and that’s what’s bothering me.”
The warrior nodded and walked over. “You want to unpack, or live out of your
suitcase for the next few days?”
“Suitcase…” Stiles pushed away from the window. “I should go see the
headmaster. We’ll get an early start tomorrow and find my brothers.”
When Stiles came back and fell onto his bed. Rayon nodded at him as he left to
go to his own room next door.
 
***** More Questions *****
Rayon said Stiles’ name a few times before the boy finally looked at his
bodyguard. He blinked a few times and then looked embarrassed that he hadn’t
noticed that they had stopped. The older fairy frowned while the driver opened
the door. “You look rough. You sure…”
Stiles sighed as he got out and thanked the woman. “I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep
well.”
“Another dream?”
“We’ll talk about it later.” He glanced up at the building. It wasn’t quiet as
nice as he was expecting for two royal fairies, but maybe they didn’t like to
draw attention to themselves. “Come on.”
Rayon knocked on the apartment that Miss Sunvalley had supplied them with,
repeatedly, until they finally heard movement inside. When the door opened, a
very annoyed woman without any pants squinted at them.
“Hello, I’m looking for Oleander and Flo-…” Stiles started before she groaned.
“Hey Flo, there’s some kid out here looking for you and your brother.” She
yelled, turning to glare into the apartment.
“Some kid? Dude, I…” A male gently pushed her away to look. His eyes, which
were exactly like Stiles’, went wide. “You’re the… Uh…”
“May I come in?” Stiles gave the older male a soft smile. “I’d like to speak
with you, and your brother.”
With a dumbfounded expression, he nodded and undid the chain on the door. “Go
put some pants on woman! And wake up Ole for me!”
She scoffed put disappeared behind one of the doors as Stiles and Rayon stepped
into the small apartment. He looked around and couldn’t help but smile. The
furniture was old, well used, and it was messy, just like a bachelor pad would
be it.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.” Then he too disappeared into
the same room as the woman.
Stiles sighed and sat on the couch. Rayon leaned by the door, closing his eyes
slightly. He looked up when two men emerged from the door, both dressed in
nice-ish clothes and looked like they had rushed to get themselves looking
decent. They both jumped slightly when he doubled over laughing.
“Your Maj-…”
“Please, just call me Stiles.” He said through his laughter, standing up and
walking closer. Both men had the same eyes as him, the same eyes as their
mother. The one who had answered the door, Florian by what the woman called
him, was slightly darker, his hair longer. The other, Oleander, was taller and
had light brown hair and was even paler than Stiles. They looked at each other
awkwardly.
“Stiles, I think they’re confused. I know sometimes that brain of yours gets
ahead of, you know,” Rayon was smiling in amusement from his post.
“Your mother,” both of them looked panicked at that, “Claudia Swiftvale,
right?” When they nodded, he continued. “She, she was my mother too.”
“Wait…” Oleander held his head, staring at Stiles. “So, you’re our little
brother?”
Stiles nodded.
Florian’s eyes went wide again and he squealed, pulling Stiles into a tight
hug. “I always wanted a little brother!”
“Why did you come here? We have no political power that could help you.”
Oleander was still holding his head. Florian let go of Stiles and looked at
him, then glared up at his older brother.
“It wasn’t politics I wanted. I just wanted to know more about Mom, and I
thought if anyone would know,” Stiles looked up at Oleander and sighed, “it
would be my family.”
“Just because we share a mother, it doesn’t make us family.” Oleander crossed
his arms. “You probably know more about her than either of us than we would, so
maybe we should be asking you.”
“That’s fair. Maybe we could answer each other’s questions.”
Oleander just scoffed and Florian grabbed his brother’s arm, pulling his
towards the couch. “You know, you’ll never know if you like him or not if you
don’t talk to him.”
“Maybe after talking to him, you won’t be the little brother you always
wanted.” Oleander glared back at the younger male as he grudging sat on the
couch. Florian sat next to him. Stiles sat in one of the armchairs.
The silence between the three of them dragged on before Florian finally sat
forward and looked at Stiles. “So, your Council, it’s an interesting choice of
types of fairies.”
“Yeah, I felt it was important to have a good sampling to make things the most
fair, it was hard trying to convince the old council though. It’s a lot of work
to try to change things.”
“You want to change things?” Oleander sounded pleasantly surprised.
“Yeah, the way fairies related to other fairies, and other species. It’s crazy
to me that elementals and nymphs get treated differently, even though they can
basically do the same things.”
“That sounds like something Mom would’ve said.” Florian smiled.
“Really? I like to think that she would agree with most of my decisions since I
became king, but…”
“What do you mean? She never…” Oleander sat forward slightly.
“As far as I knew her and I were human. I had no clue what I was until I picked
up the Stone of Oberon.” Stiles shrugged. “It’s why I was hoping you could help
fill in some things.”
“There’s a lot of stuff we don’t know either. She was gone by the time I was
five, and it just, it was never really explained to us where she went either.”
Florian sighed, pushing his hair back. “Our dad always said that she was taken
to help the other royals with something important, but maybe she just left
him.”
“My dad said she never told her why she left the fairies, but it was very clear
that she left them and didn’t want anything to do with them. I don’t think she
would’ve wanted to leave you two, I know she didn’t want to leave me when she
started getting sick.”
“I guess none of us have the answers we wanted.” Oleander gave Stiles an
annoyed glare. “If you were raised as human, why do you care enough to try to
change things?”
“Because I was forced into this position, but I can’t just let things stand,
even if maybe I don’t understand everything. I want to know more about fairies,
real fairies, but no one seems to have any time to tell me anything other than
history and propaganda.”
Florian nodded. “That’s not surprising. I mean, you’re at one of the schools.
Even the liberals at the schools a pretty brainwashed. You need like high fae
that live in a dumb of an apartment.”
“No.” Oleander turned his glare to the middle brother. “That’s a terrible idea.
What happens if they force you to marry that girl? What are you going to tell…
what’s her face?”
“No one is getting an arranged marriage on my watch.” Stiles crossed his arms.
“So, you’d be okay with Florian bringing his vampire girlfriend back to with
us?”
Rayon laughed and Stiles looked towards him. When Stiles looked back at his
brothers, he pulled back the collar of his shirt to show the scar Scott had
left on his shoulder. “As long as she only bites him, I couldn’t care less.”
“That explains why you refuse to tell the press about that earring.” Oleander
was smiling.
“Yeah.” Stiles stood up. “I’m going to be in town for a few days. We’ll get
dinner, but I have other things that I need to do while here.”
“There is still a lot of things we need to learn about each other.” Oleander
stood up too, holding out his hand. Stiles took it. Florian hugged him again.
Stiles was still smiling when he got in the car, until Rayon reminded him
exactly the list of things that he had to do that day with the local fairy
leaders.
***** Talks *****
Scott leaned against a tree; he could feel Derek’s eyes on him. The older wolf
was rightfully worried about him. The pack wasn’t together to train, they had
gathered at the Hale house because Talia invited them all for dinner. Malia was
helping Laura set the patio table and his pack were sitting on the deck chairs,
laughing a joke Derek’s father had made. He was hyper aware of where Peter was
sitting, way too close to Isaac for his liking.
He jumped when someone said his name from behind him. Talia was smiling at him
when he turned around and once his heart calmed down he smiled back at her.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. Your mind must be elsewhere, for me to be able to
sneak up on you.” Talia looked him softly and he sighed. “I was hoping you
would take a walk with me, after dinner. There are a few things I would like to
discuss.”
“Okay, that… that sounds great Talia.”
With a nod she headed towards the house, loudly wondering if Josh had finished
cooking inside yet. Scott couldn’t help but smile, hoping his pack would be
able to be so carefree someday.
During dinner, he found himself seated between Talia and Derek, Laura across
from him. The meal was largely quietly, with a few questions aimed at the
teenagers about school, echoed with questions about work from the teens. It was
so ordinary, and Scott needed some ordinary.
As the table was being cleared, Talia nodded at Scott for her to follow her. He
stood up, being intercepted by Laura asking if he wanted to take some leftovers
to his mom.
The walk started in silence, which Scott suspected was to get them far enough
away that the others would have to put effort into overhearing them.
“How is Stiles?” She asked, pushing a tree branch out of their path ever so
gently.
“I haven’t spoken to him lately, he’s in New York.”
“That must be very difficult, all that distance between you.” Her eyes feel on
him curiously. “But you should still be able to feel…”
“Yeah, it’s hard to sort out. We’re so new to this… but he’s worried about
something. I’ve asked him about it, but he won’t tell me.”
“That sounds frustrating. I doubt he is keeping you in the dark to make you
worry. Whatever it is, he likely wants to take care of on his own.”
“I know. I just… how does he know whether or not I can help him with it if he
doesn’t talk about it?”
“You are both young and you both moved very quickly. It will take time for the
two of you find the right way to make your relationship work. I don’t doubt you
are hiding things from him.” Her tone was gentle, but the words were very
accusing.
Scott couldn’t help but look away as he thought of Peter. “I guess there are
some things I need to work on by myself too.”
With a small sigh, she stopped. “But you already have a mother. I didn’t ask
you on this walk to lecture you.”
“It’s okay. I love my mom, but she doesn’t really get it. Having an adult, with
momming experience, that understands…”
Talia just smiled at him, the fond motherly smile his mother also used. It was
different coming Alpha Hale, whose scent put him on guard, but always welcomed.
With a small squeeze of his shoulder, she turned and continued walking. “Derek
mentioned you attending the Alpha Council meeting with me?”
“Yeah, he said you didn’t know an exact date or location yet.”
“Next weekend. We would leave Friday morning an arrive back Monday night. I
understand that may be more school than you would want to miss, but it is
important for you to get acquainted with the council. It would be very
beneficial if you were able to get a seat on the council.”
“I’ll check with Mom. She has authority on how much school I’m allowed to
skip.” He smiled at her. “Where is the meeting?”
“Phoenix, Arizona. The meeting will be held at Alpha Deucalion’s estate.
Normally, I would stay at his home, but with you going along, I thought it best
for us to stay in a hotel.”
He just nodded. “What do you usually do during Alpha Council meetings?”
She laughed, it was rare for her to laugh. Usually she only gave an amused
smile, but her was just like Laura’s, bubbly and energetic. “We usually just
yell at each other in turn, with our seconds holding us back from fights. It is
one of the reasons we have yet to fix our relationships with others.”
“Even you yell?”
“I try to get the others back on task and under control, but it is a difficult
task, even for me.” She turned around and started heading back. “But, it is
getting late and I’m sure you have other plans for the night than talk to me.”
 
Stiles was walking to his room in New York after a late meeting with the mayor
of the city. He would be leaving in two days and hadn’t heard from his brothers
since that day he surprised them, despite going over there to try to take them
for dinner at least three times.
Florian and a guard were standing outside of the doors, and they looked like
they had been waiting there for a while.
“This man says he’s here to see you, your majesty.” The guard bowed, not
looking at him directly.
“It’s alright, you can go.” Stiles nodded for Florian to follow him inside.
Once they were inside with the door shut, Stiles immediately started to shed
the nice clothes that Rayon had forced him to wear. “I’ve been trying…”
“I know. Oleander doesn’t… he’s overprotective.” Florian sat in one of the
armchairs. “He doesn’t want to lose me like we lost Mom and our dad.”
“You inherited the Royal gene huh?” Stiles turned to look at him from where he
was looking for his discarded pajamas.
“Yeah. It terrifies him, especially knowing that she died.” He put his face in
his hands. “But I want to help. I’m a royal fae, so I should act like it. And
even if we didn’t grow up as brothers, you and I both want to build that
relationship.”
“But what about Oleander? You’d leave him here, making him more worried?”
“If I decide I’m going with you, he’s going to come too, because how else is he
supposed to kept me safe from scary politics?”
Stiles smiled sadly as he finished redressing. “What kind of fairy is he?”
“Fire elemental.” Florian looked up at him. “So, when are you going back?”
“In two days. What about your girlfriend?”
“She dumped me, apparently fairy politics weren’t really her speed. Oh well,
other fish in the sea.”
“So we just need to convince Oleander then.” Stiles sighed.
“I might cry. Crying always worked when we were kids, I haven’t tried it lately
though, so…”
“Are we going to have to go over there anymore tonight? Or…”
“Don’t worry yourself over it. Have your bodyguard come pick us up tomorrow and
if I just come back, you’ll know how it went.” Florian stood up. “I’ll see you
later, Stiles.”
Stiles held out a folded piece of paper. “My personal cell. Call me, text me,
even if you change your mind about coming with me.”
“Okay, brother.” Florian took it with a bright smile before he left. Once he
was gone, Stiles fell back onto his bed with a grunt. Once he got back, he
needed to spend a weekend with Scott.
***** School Again *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Stiles showed up at his brothers’ apartment building, he found both of
them ready to go. Florian grinned at him, putting his arm around Stiles
shoulder just after piling his luggage in the arms of the guard the New York
school had sent along with him. Oleander brushed off Rayon when he attempted to
take his few things, heading out without a word or a glance in Stiles’
direction.
“He’ll come around.” Florian ensured the king before following his older
brother out of the building. Once they were all in the car, Oleander just
glared out the window with his arms crossed.
“Oleander.” Stiles said once the airport was in sight. “If anyone wants to make
Florian do anything he doesn’t want to, they’re going to get an earful from me,
and if that doesn’t do the trick, they can try going through my body guards.”
With a slight nod, he finally looked at his half brother. “Okay. But just
because we have the same mother… it doesn’t automatically make us brothers.”
“Hopefully we can learn to be friends?” Stiles smiled at him.
Oleander nodded again. Florian squealed and pulled him closer to hug him. “Look
at you! They grow up so fast!”
“I changed my mind, I’m staying here.” Oleander tried to get Florian off
himself as Stiles chuckled slightly.
Once on the plane, Oleander fell asleep and Florian kept looking at all of the
different things. Stiles had never flown before, on a plane, and didn’t well
enough to explore his private jet on his way to New York. Watching Florian walk
around the plane while in motion didn’t really help any so he just sat in his
seat, focusing on one of the walls.
Lydia and Headmistress Daily were waiting for them at the airport. Lydia looked
up from her phone briefly, but did a double take when she saw Stiles’ brothers.
Stiles glanced at Daily before smiling and waving at Lydia.
“Welcome home, your majesty.” Daily was looking at his brother. “I have taken
the liberty to prepare guest quarters for your brothers. I did not know whether
they’d be staying on campus or in town.”
“In town.” Oleander immediately said.
“But we haven’t found a place yet, so we’re grateful to be guests until then.”
Florian smiled at her, taking a slight step in front of his older brother.
She nodded. “We’re delighted to have you. I am Headmistress Daily.”
“Florian and Oleander Swiftvale.” Florian pointed at himself and then his
brother to introduce them.
Lydia took a step forward, grinning devilishly, and held her hand out. “And I
am Lydia Martin, King Stiles’ right hand.”
Florian took her outstretched hand and kissed it. “My lady.”
Oleander pulled his brother away from her and looked at Daily. “Which way to
the cars?”
 
Scott glanced at his phone as he walked to Derek’s car with Isaac after school
had let out, a smile growing on his face. Isaac snorted and told him he’d see
him later.
“Hey, you’re back.” Scott said as he answered the call.
“Yeah, I missed you, way more than I ever want to again.” Stiles’ voice came
from the other side of the call.
“It’s been hard, with you so far away.”
“We should get together, this weekend?” Stiles sounded so desperate as he said
it.
“I can’t.” Scott wanted nothing more than to spend the entire weekend wrapped
in his Mate, but… “I’m going with Talia to an Alpha council meeting.”
“Next weekend.”
“Yes.” They both were dispointed that they had to wait, but were relieved that
they could agree on at least sometime soon. “I’ll have to meet your brothers
too. What are they like?”
“Totally not what I expected. I sort of expected judgmental assholes, but
they’re totally not. They’re cool with us, I mean one of them was dating a
vampire.”
“That’s great, I’m glad it went better than you thought.”
“I mean, Florian is really eager to be brothers, but Oleander is pretty
skeptical of me, seriously over protective of Florian.”
“He’ll come around, I mean, you got Derek to warm up to you, and in record
time. I don’t think he actually likes me yet.”
Stiles couldn’t help but laugh. “How are the pups doing any way?”
“The same. It’s still weird knowing that they rely on me…”
“If you get put on the council and you’re suddenly speaking for your whole
species, trust me, that’s a feeling you’ll never get used to.”
“How is that going, being a king?”
“It’s hard, especially since I don’t have my full political power, but every
fairy leader I encourage to reach out to the werewolves and vampires makes a
small dent. When we’re done on the phone, I know Lydia has somethings she needs
to update me on.”
“Like that murder?”
“I hope so. I really want answers for that.”
“You should call your dad. I saw him a few days ago and he didn’t… he didn’t
look good.”
“I will. I’ll call him later.”
“I should probably let you go.”
“But you don’t want to?”
“Never. But I’ll talk to you later. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Not too long after Stiles had ended his phone call, Lydia came into his room
with a tablet. “So, about what was happening while you were away on your little
vacation.”
Stiles groaned as he laid back on the bed. “Hit me.”
Lydia started with small things, the few things that the old council was
letting him take care of that were trivial matters. Stiles knew that Lydia was
annoyed with it too, but she didn’t let it affect they way she talked about
them. He gave her quick and vague answers.
“There is something rather large that they told me that you would be able to
do.” Lydia looked up at him. “It is frivolous, in a way, but it’s very
important.”
He just stared at her until she gave him more details. The king was too jet
lagged and hungry to really give her his full attention to begin with.
“Yearly there is a ball to commemorate the official peace between the Fae,
vampires, humans, witches, and werewolves. It is the fairies turn to host.
There are some existing plans that are used from year to year. Some things you
should decide on, while others you should have someone lead a team to arrange.”
“Okay, so what do I have to do?”
“The location, a city at the very least, a venue can be decided by the team. A
theme for decorating and speech purposes, as well as a few key speakers. And
the bulk of the guest list.” Lydia tapped a few things on her tablet. “I’ve
given you access to the planning documents.”
“And I guess things like food and table clothes?”
“I will make sure those are taken care of. Oh, and you will need to decide on
an exact date. Prospective dates and locations will be in the stuff I sent
you.”
Stiles nodded and stood up. “Okay, I’ll look over it sometime this week and at
least pick a date and location. Anything else?”
“Yes. Your press secretary and I were discussing that this may be a good
opportunity to go public about you and Scott.”
“That’s not a decision I can make without talking to him. Once it gets out,
he’ll be hounded by the press and hate groups, I can’t do that to him without
his permission.”
“It was just a thought.” Lydia stood too. “Come, we’ll discuss updates from
your father about that case over dinner.”
Chapter End Notes
     The next chapter is going to be very adult heavy as we get a sneak
     peak into the inter working of the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department
     and get the Sheriff's and Argent's take on the on going murder
     investigation. Yay old people!
***** Ongoing Investigation *****
Chapter Notes
     This wasn't as adult heavy as I originally planed, but yeah.
Rayon had become a familiar face around the Sheriff’s department. Chris Argent
was constantly checking with him, since he wasn’t as familiar with fairies as
he was with other species. The Sheriff was so stressed, there were constant
calls from the fairy justice department asking for updates and he usually just
handed the phone to Rayon who looked uncomfortable on the phone.
Scott came by often with Allison and dinner for Argent and Stilinski. The
werewolf usually stared at the fairy, hoping for some information about Stiles.
Honestly, the fairy hadn’t heard from the King since he went back to school.
“You and the hunter girl have been chummy lately,” Rayon said looking over at
where Allison was talking to her father.
“She’s a really good friend.” Scott could feel his face getting red. He still
had feelings for her, she was his first love, but it was no where near what he
felt for Stiles. Being friends with her was great. “We did date, before me and
Stiles.”
“She’s cute.” Rayon smiled at him. “Stiles should be back at school by now.”
“Yeah, we’ve talked, but we won’t get to see each other until next week.” He
sighed. “I don’t see the Sheriff.”
“He’s at a call at the hospital. Could kill two birds with one stone, feed him
and your mom.”
“She’s not working tonight, she’s actually going on a date, though she hasn’t
told me with who.”
Rayon stood up and gathered up the paper work he was looking at. “I’m burnt out
for the day. I’ll drop off your friend and call the Sheriff to see where he is
to drop off food.”
Scott nodded. They both waved at Allison as she walked into her house. She
waved at them with a giant smile. Rayon glanced at Scott. “She’s really close
with Lydia.”
“Yeah, she’s thinks that maybe they’re… but since she’s human.” Scott rested
his head back. “It would be easier on them, even if Allison’s parents don’t
really like nonhumans.”
“Chris isn’t too bad. Hell, he’s been more liberal about fairies than most
fairies I know.” Rayon pulled out his phone and called the Sheriff. “It went to
voicemail, he’s probably still at the hospital. You want to try calling him?”
“My phone died at school.” Scott shrugged. Hopefully no one really needed him.
When they walked into the hospital and asked for the Sheriff, the nurses were
all a little defensive about telling him, but Scott could smell something he
occasionally got a whiff of during training. Derek was in the hospital and he
was hurt. He shoved the take out into Rayon’s hands and started running towards
the source.
Laura and her dad were standing outside of the hospital room. They both looked
at him, Laura was crying. He looked into the room and saw Derek laying in the
bed with Talia holding his shoulder. The Sheriff had a deep frown as he took
Derek’s statement.
“I’m going to go check on Malia. You go in.” Laura said, squeezing his shoulder
and walked toward the elevator.
Scott knocked slightly on the cracked door as he entered. It was obvious that
Derek wasn’t healing as quickly as he should’ve been. Talia smiled at him and
the Sheriff just sighed.
“I’m sorry, my phone was dead. What… What happened?”
The Sheriff nodded. “I think I’ve gotten all the information I need for now.
Call me if you think of any thing…”
“Of course Sheriff.” Derek nodded before looking at Scott.
“Will you come with me to check on my niece, Stilinski?” Talia smiled at the
Sheriff who put his notebook away and followed her out into the hallway.
“I don’t remember a lot. They went for me first.” Derek sighed. “Whatever they
used, it put me out pretty quickly.”
“What do you remember?” Scott sat down in the chair next to the bed.
“They attacked from behind, and I was in and out. Too unfocused to see anything
other than some of them going for Malia. A few were still attacking me despite
already being on the ground. If it wasn’t for Malia’s magic scaring off whoever
attacked us.”
Scott tenses up with anger. This was his pack. Someone hurt his pack.
“Do you think it was the same people that killed…?”
“I don’t know. The doctor said it was a rare strain of wolfsbane, so that makes
me think it was hunters, but I don’t know. They still haven’t found out who
killed that fairy.” Derek ran the hand with the iv in it over his face.
“If it was do you think it was because of…”
“Scott, it’s not your fault, no matter what.” Derek glared at the younger
alpha.
Shaking his head, he put his hand face in his hands. “But… I need to tell
Stiles.”
“He has enough on his plate, and so do you. There are other things you need to
worry about. You need to let the sheriff, my mom, and Rayon deal with this.
They can handle it.”
“You’re my pack. This is my problem, even it isn’t my fault.”
The two of them stopped talking after that and Scott found himself falling
asleep in Derek’s hospital room. He woke up when his mom stopped by and wrapped
a blanket around his shoulders. She just smiled and shushed him before checking
on all of Derek’s vitals.
***** Heating Up *****
Spending time with his brothers was a struggle. With his classes and his extra
king lessons, he hardly had any free time. His little free time was usually
spent with Lydia going over something political.
“So, are you planning on stopping flirting with all of my council members?”
Stiles asked Florian during the few hours he was able to carve out with his
brothers. He managed to get a reservation in a private room in a fancy
restaurant.
Florian grinned at him. “Maybe if you hadn’t picked such cute council members?”
“You’re almost ten years older than them.” Oleander smiled at his brother. “And
we’re pretty closely related to the professor.”
“And? Royal fairies marry relatives all the time. People wouldn’t even be mad
if I married you.” Florian reached for his brother’s hand and gave him a
flirtatious grin.
Oleander pulled his hand away. “Please don’t touch me.”
Stiles could help but snort in amusement. “If you’re going to try to propose,
remember that I’m taken.”
“I am hyper aware!” Florian grinned at him. “When are we going to meet him?”
“We made plans to see each other next weekend. Hopefully something doesn’t come
up…”
“Why not this weekend? Doesn’t he want to see you?” Oleander stabbed at his
dinner with his fork.
“He’s going to the Alpha Council meeting. Talia Hale is trying to get him a
voting seat…”
Florian stood up and put his hand up. “My brother and his bound mate, the
ultimate power couple. They will rule the fairies and werewolves with an iron
fist, justly punishing the wicked and helping the downtrodden!”
Oleander shook his head, tucking at his brother’s shirt trying to get him to
sit down. “You need to lay off that anime crap.”
Stiles chuckled. “Well, maybe. It could happen, but I doubt Scott getting
control of the werewolves would be so easy, it’s not like they’re going to find
out he’s secretly some kind of royalty, they don’t use that kind of government
anymore.”
“Don’t encourage him,” Oleander stared at their middle brother as his eyes
sparkled and looked like he was about to look up the ancient and forgotten
werewolf royal line.
Stiles nodded as he stared at Florian too. “Anyway, any luck with getting an
apartment yet, or are you school grounds for life now?”
“We found a few, but we either can’t afford them or can’t move in for like a
month.” Oleander groaned. “I forgot what it was like living with so many other
faes. I think I’m going to kill myself soon if we don’t get out of here.”
“Don’t be so over dramatic. Everyone is so nice!” Florian smiled at his
brother. “So many cute girls… and boys.”
“Underage girls and boys.” Oleander sighed as he looked at the clock hanging
over Stiles’ door. “We should really go, you probably have homework to finish.”
Florian and Stiles both groaned as they said their good byes. Stiles threw
himself on his bed and sent a text to Scott once his brothers were gone. The
werewolf had his own homework to do.
 
Thursday he fell different than usual. His entire body was unusually warm and
every little touch would make his feel strange. He ached for Scott even more
than usual. He managed to through his day, with a few awkward trips to the
bathroom throughout the day. His friends and brothers all looked at him
worriedly; it was obvious something was wrong but it wasn’t obvious to most of
them what was wrong.
“Stiles.” Lydia was looking up from her phone with a frown at dinner. “I think
I know what’s wrong with you.”
Stiles stared at her, pausing in fanning himself with one of Blaire’s
notebooks. It didn’t surprise him that she was the one to figure it out.
“I think you’re going into heat.” Lydia’s face was red as she said it and
Stiles’ laid his head down on the table. He hadn’t gotten any food luckily
since he didn’t have an appetite. Everyone else at the table made some shocked
gesture, Oleander had milk coming out of his nose and Finn almost had to
Heimlich his sister as she started choking.
“It’s not that surprising. Humans and witches mated to alphas sometimes start
going through heat, so…” Lydia tried to be logical about it as Stiles started
to gather his stuff.
“You need to call Scott.” Oleander looked at his brother sadly. “You can’t…”
“I’m going to have to go through this alone. I can’t ask him not to go, he
needs to go.” Stiles shook his head as he stood up from the table. Blaire
grabbed him and made him sit back down.
“Your pants are…” Blaire grimaced at him as he started at her. His face went
red as he put his face back on the table.
Finn pulled off his hoodie and handed it to him. “Here, wrap it around your
waist…”
Stiles stood, with the sweatshirt effectively hiding the offending stains.
“Fuck, it’s going to be worse tomorrow.”
“You have the flu.” Lydia said with conviction. “You won’t be bothered.”
Florian stood up too. Everyone stared at him and he winked. “I’m going
shopping.” Pheea grinned and stood up too, latching onto his arm.
Stiles groaned as he waved at them to head back to his room. Once he was there
he took off his shirt. His body was only getting warmer. He curled up against
his headboard and closed his eyes. “Why did this have to happen now?”
He laid like that for a few minutes before his phone started buzzing in his
back pocket. His body was so sensitive that it put him on edge and he couldn’t
back the moan as he answered the phone.
“Are you okay?” Scott’s voice was on the other end. “Stiles?”
He hadn’t been expecting him, he’d been expecting Florian and Pheea calling to
ask him which size dildo he wanted. Scott’s voice sent a shiver down his spine
that made him have to bite his hand to keep from moaning again.
“Stiles?” Scott sounded panicked now. Of course Scott could feel his anxiety
that was building up because of this.
“I’m fine.” Stiles knew Scott wouldn’t believe it for a second. “You need to
promise you’re not going to freak out.”
“Just tell me what’s going on. It’s been weird all day and now…”
“I-I’m going into heat.” Stiles pressed his fingers into the bite mark on his
shoulder as a wave of need rushed through him. He had to move away from the
headboard before his wings came out.
“I-I should be there.” It was obvious that he had gotten up and started to
gather stuff. Stiles could feel Scott’s panic along with his own now.
“You need to go that meeting. I want you to go.” Stiles said firmly as he stood
up to take off his pants. He let out a whimper when he brushed against his
bulge to get the jeans unzipped.
“You need me.” Scott’s voice was soft as he said it. “I don’t want you to go
through this alone. Erica and Isaac said the first heat is the worst… I should
be there for you.”
“I’ll be okay, I can handle it.” Stiles wiped at the sweat that was collecting
on his face. “Other people need you too.”
“You don’t need to act so brave, I know you’re scared.”
“I am. I wish I could have you here, but I can’t. Scott, you go to that
meeting. You get in with those alphas. If we don’t fix things between our
species, this won’t be the only time I’ll have to go through this alone.”
There was a loud thud on the other side as Scott kicked his desk and Stiles was
sure the werewolf was starting to cry. “This isn’t fair. I- I just…”
“Me too.” Stiles wiped his face again, taking tears and sweat this time. “If I
hadn’t been… if I’d just been normal…”
“This isn’t your fault. If anything this is my… if I wasn’t an alpha…”
Stiles felt a sharp pain go through him, making him fall and drop his phone. He
could here Scott screaming his name as it slid across the floor. After he
collected himself a little, he crawled to grab the phone then pulled himself
onto his bed.
Scott said his name softly and Stiles couldn’t help but let out a moan. The
werewolf said it again. “If you won’t let me go there… at least let me…”
Biting his lip, he looked over at his door. He wondered when Florian would be
back. “Scott… Scott tell me what would you do to me if you were here.”
The werewolf let out a breathy moan as he started talking. Stiles was so
sensitive that he came three times while Scott was talking to him and the third
time was slightly painful. They both laid there, breathing heavily through
their phones after words.
“You should go. You need to get up early, don’t you?” Stiles pulled his covers
over himself, feeling really exposed despite being alone in the room.
“Yeah.” Scott sounded sad about that. “I’m really sorry Stiles.”
“I’m sorry too… I love you.”
“Yeah, love you too.” Scott said before Stiles hung up on him.
Stiles threw his phone and let out another whimper as another jolt of need went
through him, causing his ass muscles to twitch and let out more slick. Crying
again, he let a few fingers venture to his ass.
Florian came in later, Stiles was asleep, covered in come and sweat and tears
and slick. He put the bag on his end table before gently running his fingers
through the teen’s hair. He looked at the guard seriously. “Make sure that no
one bugs him, and call me if he needs anything.”
***** Deucalion *****
Chapter Notes
     Jesus, this one is long. Anyway, this one is about the Alpha Council
     meeting. Woot, Scotty.
Talia was trying to tell him proper etique things on the plan, but between
being nervous for the meeting and worrying about Stiles he wasn’t listening to
a word she was saying.
“Scott.” She said it firmly, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. “Everything
will be okay. Stiles will have you for many more heats; I will be with you
during this entire meeting; Derek and Malia will heal.”
Scott had almost completely forgotten about Derek and Malia. The witch was
still in the hospital. He sighed and smiled at her, the words did help, just
enough. “Thanks. You’re really good at always saying the right thing.”
“Three children of my own, Peter, and Malia have given me plenty of practice.”
She smiled back at him. “We’ll be landing soon. Are you ready?”
“Does it matter? You’re throwing me to the wolves.” He smiled at her, wishing
Stiles had been there to hear the pun. The fae would’ve laughed his ass off.
“Were you thinking of that the entire flightly?” Talia rolled her eyes, but
continued to smile.
They stopped at the hotel first, to drop off their suitcases and change into
more formal clothes. Talia looked him up and down when he came out of the
bathroom, holding her breath when she got back to his face. “Your earring.
Everyone in Beacon Hills might be content to pretend they don’t know…”
Scott’s one hand balled into a fist as the other went to the ring that marked
him as a fairy’s mate. He looked away from her. “Please don’t… I-I… can’t…”
“Everyone there is going to know what that ring means, and they’re going to
know you’re lying if they ask you about it.” Talia held out her hand. “You and
Stiles aren’t ready for that, are you?”
With shaking hands, he took it out. He could feel the skin and cartilage
healing the second the bar was out of the way. Resting it gently in Talia’s
hand, he was doing everything he could to keep from crying.
“As soon as we get home, we’ll put it back, I promise.” Talia wrapped her
fingers around it protectively.
 Once she had put it away somewhere safe, she readjusted his tie. “Okay, so
tonight is the social night. Mingling with other alphas. You won’t be the other
noncouncil member there, we need to have good relations with those as well.”
He nodded. “Firm hand shake, polite greeting. If they flash their eyes, I flash
my eyes back, but otherwise no red eyes.”
“Tomorrow and Sunday will be the actual meeting. Some parts of the meeting will
not be open to nonmembers. If I cannot accompany, I want you to stay with
Satomi. She’s very close to our territory, and a dear friend.”
Scott nodded. “And Monday?”
“Press day. With Deucalion hosting, most of the talking will be by him, but as
the current leader of the council I will also need to talk. A few other alphas
may talk, but…”
“So I won’t have to talk?”
“No.”
A beta opened the door to their car when they arrived. Talia smiled at him, and
Scott thanked him. The beta looked thoroughly shocked. When they walked in, an
alpha wearing a necklace with Deucalion’s pack symbol announced them. Alpha
Talia Hale and Alpha Scott McCall.
Talia started by introducing him to a few friendly faces, ones that he had
heard her talk about in pleasant light before. He smiled at them, shaking their
hand firmly. After they moved on, Talia gripped his shoulder to try to keep his
nerves calmed.
Finally Scott heard a voice that set him on edge. It reminded him of Peter’s
too much, all honey covered evil. “Talia.”
Talia turned them both towards them, smiling brightly at the man. He was
carrying a cane and wearing dark glasses. “Deucalion. You’re looking well.
Please allow me to introduce Alpha Scott McCall.”
Scott waited for Deucalion to put his hand out before taking it firmly. “It’s a
pleasure to meet you.”
“I’ve heard much about you, Scott. I look forward to getting to know you, but I
have other guests to entertain.” Deucalion smiled at him. “We’ll talk later.”
Talia left him alone with the daughter of one of the council members, they were
about the same age. She was from New York and was obviously flirting with him.
He occasionally glanced at where Talia was talking in whispers to a few other
council members.
“Scott, walk with me?” Deucalion said from behind him. Scott excused himself
from talking to the girl, but was wary to walk with the other alpha.
“You seemed like you weren’t enjoying talking to Lynn.” Deucalion had a hint of
humor to his words. “She’s quiet the flirt. Last time Talia brought Derek, she
was all over him too.”
“Yeah.” Scott chuckled. “Thank you.”
“I’ve been admiring how you’re building your pack.”
“Talia has been helping with that a lot, but I like how they’re shaping up.”
Scott smiled. “Derek’s been a huge help.”
“I can imagine. Are you planning on making it bigger? More alphas, or omegas.”
Scott really didn’t like how the older alpha had said it, but he tried to brush
it off. “I don’t know. Some of the alphas tonight told me that I was gaining
myself a reputation of taking in those without a pack. I kind of like it.”
“How charitable of you.”
They walked for a while before their silence was broken. “Why did you start to
recruit alphas into your pack?”
“Power mostly, but many of the alphas I recruited were from broken packs. So,
perhaps we are not so unlike.”
Talia found them then, smiling at Deucalion. “Scott and I will be taking our
leave now, we will see you tomorrow.”
“Farewell for now Talia.”
The first day, of what Scott was allowed to witness, was boring stuff. What
they talked about last time, money, current statuses. Roll call. Talia was so
powerful, speaking from the head of the table, keeping down fights from
starting over silly policies.
The news was on while they ate dinner in their hotel room. Scott was largely
ignoring it, Talia would look up for certain stories. After the news, the
celebrity news popped up. Talia moved to change the channel, but the first
celebrity in question was Stiles.
Scott’s attention snapped to the TV as the fake blonde woman laughed. “Breaking
news on the real origin of the King of the Fae, Stiles. His hometown, his
parents, his scandalous list of friends, up next on Access Hollywood.”
Talia stood up, crossing her arms as she looked at the TV with red eyes. Scott
was shaking. Who would’ve leaked this?
He only picked up on certain words as pictures of their high school and the
sheriff station flashed on the screen. Pictures of him and Stiles, Stiles and
his dad, even Stiles and Jackson. It was terrible, but at least there was no
mention of anyone specifically being Stiles’ secret lover until the end of the
segment, after Stiles’ PR rep’s statement was read about wanting to keep the
privacy of his family, friends, and neighbors.
“Maybe one of his majesty’s fascinating friends is his secret lover. How long
is he going to keep us in the dark? Your people want to know Stiles!”
“Scott,” Talia looked at him, turning off the TV before the woman started
talking about Brad and Angelina, “you might have to talk on Monday.”
The next day, there was a segment of nominations for new council members. A few
of the alphas he had met were nominated before Talia raised her hand. “I
nominate Scott McCall.”
A few others and Talia called for a vote for the beginning of the process to
join the council. No one got enough votes to get them started, until they got
to Scott. The vote for Scott was unanimous. He blinked a few times as every
clapped before going onto the rest.
“Now, having voted for Alpha McCall to begin the process of joining this
council, we must appoint someone to guide him. Alpha McCall and I have built a
relationship, and feel I would be well suited to do this.” Talia looked over
the group.
Deucalion stood. “With all due respect Alpha Hale, your relationship with Scott
may be lead you to be too lenient with him. I propose myself to help him.”
Talia nodded, but Scott could tell that she didn’t like the idea. “Anyone else?
No. All those in favor of myself?” Talia frowned, only seeing two other hands.
“And Alpha Deucalion?” The rest of the hands went up. “It is settled. Alpha
McCall will begin his journey to join up, guided by Alpha Deucalion.”
“Thank you.” Deucalion sat down, his unseeing eyes looking in the direction of
Scott. Scott looked away, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.
When they were leaving, Scott frowned at Talia. “So this process?”
“I’ll tell you more when we get back to Beacon Hills, but it is in Deucalion’s
hands exactly what you will be doing.” Talia sighed, wrapping an arm around his
shoulder.
Press day came and Scott listened to Talia and Deucalion talk to the press,
about policy changes and…
“It’s been a while since the Alpha Council has had any new members, has that
changed?”
“Yes,” Talia started, but Deucalion pushed her out of the way gently.
“Alpha Hale nominated a young Alpha Scott McCall, and in a first for the
council we voted for him unanimously. I myself will be guiding him on his path
to become an official and full-fledged member of the council.”
Another reporter yelled out. “Is Alpha McCall here? Can he say a few words?”
Both Talia and Deucalion looked back at him, and he took a deep breaths before
he walked onto the stage. “Hello, I’m Scott McCall. It’s an honor to be invited
to join the governing body of werewolves. I still have a lot to learn before I
become a member, but I know that Alpha Hale and Alpha Deucalion will help me.”
“Alpha McCall! Alpha McCall! Alpha Hale nominated, are you also from Beacon
Hills?”
“Yes.”
“Are you the same Scott McCall that is childhood friends with King Stiles of
the Fae?”
“Yes, we’re still very close. I hope that our friendship will be beneficial
with working on werewolf-fairy relations.”
“Do you know who is secret lover is? Why is he keeping it so secret?”
“I do know, but neither are ready for their relationship to be public. There is
a lot of things to figure out, when St- King Stiles is ready, he will make a
public announcement.”
Talia moved between Scott and the mic. “Thank you Scott. Any other questions
pertaining to this meeting, please?”
Scott took a deep breath as he walked back to behind the stage.
***** Crystal Wings *****
Chapter Notes
     It's a two-for-one. Maybe I should've done homework instead.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Stiles woke up Monday morning feeling better, and disgusting. He was covered in
cum, sweat, and whatever had been oozing out of his ass for the past few day.
He picked up his phone and sighed, it was only 3 am, well before he had to go
to class.
After showering for an hour, he knocked on Ore’s door. The guard looked groggy
as he stared at him. “You look better.”
“Thanks… can you grab me some food, like a lot of food…” Stiles couldn’t look
him in the face, not after he had ran in, thinking that Stiles had hurt
himself.
“Yeah, I can only imag-… I’ll see if I can find you some new sheets too.”
His friends were surprised to see him at breakfast, but they tried to just be
glad. They were all quiet, not sure what to talk about when the only thing on
their minds was Stiles’ heat. He set his fork down.
“This is going to happen every month from now on…” Stiles was tense when he
said it. It was the first time he’d admitted it since the heat had set it.
“Unless you get pregnant.” Florian looked at him seriously, making Stiles’ eyes
widen.
“Actually, I was reading up on it, and Stiles was always been able to get
pregnant. It’s part of being the king of the Fae.”
“So, I should’ve been using protection with Scott this entire time?” Stiles
could feel his heart rate going up. He was probably going to have a panic
attack soon.
“Wouldn’t help. Most of Oberon’s pregnancies were to his wife. It’s less
biology and more…” Lydia grimaced, looking at Finn who looped his hands into an
arch, “magic.”
“Well, I know Dad and Melissa were worried about not being able to have
grandkids.” Everyone else sighed, knowing that Stiles was trying to hide his
pain behind his sarcasm. It was crazy. Everything about his life had gotten out
of hand.
On his way to lunch, Terad, the son of the fairy that had been murdered,
stepped in front of him with a frown. “Can we talk?”
Stiles glanced at Finn who looked at the other fairy suspiciously, but sighed.
“I’ll see you at lunch Stiles.”
Stiles followed Terad to a remote part of campus, one of the butterfly gardens
that didn’t get much use. “Guilty conscience, Terad?”
“It’s not what you think.” He glared at his king. “This isn’t what I thought I
signed up for. We were so sheltered in Beacon Hills, I didn’t know anything
about the group when I joined except what they told me.”
“So those friends of yours, from the Crystal Wings, they were behind your
father’s death?” Stiles glared at him back.
“It was the Crystal Wings, but I don’t know if it was my friends. I mentioned
that one of my fathers was human, and they flipped. When they looked into my
father, they saw that he was outspoken about aligning with witches and
vampires, and then werewolves… I guess they snapped.”
“But you don’t know who exactly.” Stiles rubbed his face. “Why are you telling
me? You’re technically a member aren’t you?”
“They keep asking me about you.” The king paused, his heart beating. “They keep
asking me about your nature bound… While whoever killed my father was in Beacon
Hills, they heard they you hung with a wolf pack…”
“What? They know about…” Stiles took a few steps towards Terad, his wings
popping out, red with his anger.
“No, they don’t know about Scott. I didn’t tell them anything, but from what
they heard, they think it’s Derek Hale. If it wasn’t for Malia’s magic…” Terad
took the same number of steps back looking away.
“What do you mean? What did they do to Derek?” Stiles could feel something
growing from his fists. He paused and looked down and saw crystals growing from
his knuckles, wolverine style.
“I know exactly who it was that hurt him and Malia, though, but I’m sure if my
word is going to be enough. Will they let your dad, or the werewolves arrest
them?” Terad’s eyes went to Stiles’ knuckles too, but he didn’t look surprised.
“It’s not them. It’s me. Derek may not be my mate, but he is my pack.” Stiles
took a deep breath and the crystals went to smoke, seemingly going back into
his hands. “They’re going to get punished. Call my dad.”
When Stiles started to walk away, Terad called for him. “How long have you been
able to make crystals?”
Stiles turned and looked at him, but didn’t say anything.
“How many other people know?”
“Just my bodyguard. Do you know something…?”
“My mom does, I’ll give her a call, after I call your dad. Hopefully she’s not
busy.” Terad then started walking away.
Everything about Terad put Stiles on edge, but he seemed trustworthy for the
moment. A more important question was why hadn’t Scott told him about Derek
getting attacked… and what the hell was up with the crystals.
After he had finished with his classes, his phone was buzzing. Derek was
calling him, odd but…
“Are you free?” The wolf said without a greeting.
“Uh? Yeah. Lydia canceled all of my-…”
“Good. I’m a block down from your school, come meet me.” Then Derek hung up.
Stiles groaned, texting Ore to quickly meet him by the gate.
Derek was leaning against the Camaro, and looked up at him with a wrinkled nose
when they approached. Stiles could see that there was a scar on his cheek. It
would probably heal eventually, but it would probably take some time.
“What’s so important that we couldn’t talk on the phone?” Stiles crossed his
arms.
“Scott wanted me to check on you. His and mom’s plane got delayed, so…” Derek
shrugged. “You look alright…”
“It sucked, but I’m sure you don’t want the details.” Stiles sighed. Derek made
a face like Erica gave him more than enough details for all the omegas in the
world. “You still shouldn’t’ve come. The Crystal Wings already think that
you’re my mate.”
“So, it was fairies that attacked me and Malia. At least they’re not trying to
go to the press about it, and they haven’t tried to hurt you yet.”
“Why didn’t Scott tell me about you getting attacked? You’re not even healed
yet.”
“I told him not to. I didn’t think it had anything to do with you being the
king and you had more than enough on your plate without worrying about me.”
Derek gave him something close to a smile.
“Aw, you care about me Sourwolf.” Stiles smiled back at him. “But I care about
you too. We’re pack, remember? And you’re my mate’s new best friend. Next time
you get your ass kicked, call me, okay?”
“Did you hear about the piece they had on you, about Beacon Hills and your
dad?”
“Yeah, Lydia showed me at lunch. It could’ve been worse.” Stiles shrugged.
“Did you get to see Scott’s speech after the Alpha Council meeting?” Derek
raised his eyebrows.
“No?”
“I won’t spoil anything. It’s on youtube.” Derek walked around to the driver’s
side. “I should go, before those wings try to kill me again.”
Stiles waved at him as he drove off.
Chapter End Notes
     I gave in: mpreg, probably going to happen. Some of you seem to
     really want that, so I'm going to deliver. I personally aren't the
     biggest fan of mpreg, but it doesn't make me uncomfortable enough to
     not make it work (Scott and Stiles are going to have the cutest
     babies). I probably won't try to give it any more logic other than
     ~magic~ and A/B/O, and who knows what the kids are going to be like.
     I'm excited for Scott hear the news.
***** In It Together *****
Going home didn’t make sense. There were too many reporters sniffing around for
dirt on both of them. They were to meet at a hotel in the next town over from
Beacon Hills. Lydia was going to back to Beacon Hills in his car. Everything
was just getting more and more complicated.
Stiles was stressed out as Ore grabbed his key card from the front door as he
stood in a corner, ducking under the brim of a baseball cap. Ore nodded for him
to follow him, and Stiles grabbed his and Ore’s bag before following after him.
He sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, taking off the hat. “It’s a good thing
that there isn’t a lot of press on you and Rayon, so no one really recognizes
you guys.”
“Give him some time, and Rayon will find something to create a scandal…” Ore
paused as he put his hand on the door to the adjoining room. “You should keep
him away from Florian. I just know that them sleeping together is going to end
up being a news story.”
“Yeah… I need to talk to him about so much but…” Stiles laid back. “I have no
idea…”
“I unfortunately have no advice for you, but you should just tell him what you
have to.” Ore smiled at him before heading into the other room.
It was almost two hours before there was a knock on the door. Stiles looked
through the peephole, Opening the door with a smile, hiding behind the door,
just in case.
Scott looked around as the door closed behind him, before Stiles pulled him
around to kiss him hard. The wolf pushed him against the door, Stiles groaning
against his lips.
Before either of them got too excited, Stiles pushed him away. Scott looked
confused, watching his lover walk over to the window. “You okay?”
“We need to talk… before we…” Stiles pressed his face against the window. “A
lot of things are different now…”
“You mean with the reporters?” Scott walked towards him, pressing a hand to his
shoulder. “We knew this would happen eventually.”
“It’s one of the things we need to talk about.” Stiles put his hand on top of
Scott’s hand. “Do you want to… let the cat out of the bag? I don’t know how
much more I can take people thinking I might be sleeping with Jackson.”
“You never fail to find humor in everything.” Scott nuzzled into the back of
Stiles’ neck. “I think that party still is probably the best place.”
“Okay.” There was a long silence before Stiles turned around and stared at
Scott. “Scott, I went into heat…”
“I wish I could’ve been with you.” Scott knocked their foreheads together.
“I’ll be with you next month, I promise.”
“Scott, I can get pregnant.” Stiles closed his eyes, tension building in his
body.
With a small frown, Scott took his mate’s face in his hands. “I-I… Stiles, I… I
knew that you might, so I brought…”
Stiles shook his head. “No, I’ve always been able to get pregnant. It’s a thing
about being King of Fae. Any time that me and a partner cum at the same time,
there’s always a chance…”
Scott kissed his forehead gently, pulling him into a hug. “Nothing can be
simple with us, can it?”
“You know me…” Stiles stopped when he felt lips against his. He wrapped his
arms around Scott, closing his eyes tighter. He tensed up when he felt Scott’s
hand on his lower abdomen, pulling away from the kiss.
“Whatever happens, we’re in this together.” Scott smiled at him before kissing
his mate again. Stiles groaned, wrapping one of his legs around Scott, pulling
them closer together.
Scott pulled away just long enough to pull off his own shirt. Stiles did the
same, leaning back against the glass when he was finished. The wolf’s mouth
went to the scar on the fairy’s shoulder before trailing down to find the metal
rings in his nipples. Stiles whimpered in pleasure, intertwining his fingers in
Scott’s hair. Scott’s fingers were busy removing Stiles pants.
“You’re…” Scott started once they were face to face again, Scott’s fingers near
Stiles’ ass.
Stiles face was red as he turned away. “Yeah… ever since I went through that
first heat…”
Whispering in his ear, Scott hummed, putting his hands on Stiles’ hips. “Turn
around.”
A shiver went up Stiles’ spine, doing as asked. Once he had his hands planted
on the glass to keep himself upright, Scott was bending to his knees. Stiles
moaned went he felt Scott’s lips on his ass. It felt heavenly.
“Sc-Scott…” Stiles breathed out, his knees shaking more than he liked.
“Please…”
When Scott stood up, turning Stiles back around, he was licking his lips.
Stiles almost came from the sight. “Put your legs around my waist.”
“What?” Then he yelped when Scott was picking him up, pressing him back against
the glass. Stiles immediately wrapped his legs and arms around the werewolf,
tightly.
“Your wings going to be okay, if we do it this way?” Scott nuzzled into Stiles’
neck.
“Yeah… I’m getting better at controlling them.” Stiles rested his head back
against the glass, letting more of his neck exposed to Scott. “G-Go ahead…”
Scott came first, breathing into Stiles neck as he recovered. Stiles bit his
lip waiting for Scott to finally look at him.
“If you put me down, I’m going to fall over…” Stiles grinned at him, making
Scott roll his eyes and turned to sit him on the bed. They both whimpered as
Scott pulled out. As they laid next to each other, Scott stroked Stiles until
he was painting them both with his come.
They were breathing each other’s air and sharing small kisses, not saying
anything for a long time.
“Scott.”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Being with me, through all of this. I don’t think I could handle any of this
without knowing that no matter what else…”
“Nothing is going to change what we have. We’re always going to be together,
even if we’re not…”
“I know what you mean…” Stiles pressed closer.
“I love you Stiles.”
“I love you too.”
***** New Blood *****
Chapter Notes
     Very Jackson and Danny. A little Allydia. Kinda sad.
     Not everything can be about Stiles and Scott.
Lydia smiled and waved at all of the disappointed press as she got out of the
car in front of her house. She blew a kiss at one of them before heading
inside. The press scattered after they got a good look inside the car, seeing
no one else was inside.
Allison was already there, talking with Lydia’s mom. She turned, hugging the
Banshee tightly. “I missed you. What’s the occasion?”
“Scott and Stiles needed me to draw the press away, so they could have a
romantic weekend getaway.” She smiled at her.
Laughing, Allison linked her arm with Lydia’s once the hug was over. “Danny
said that Jackson was coming home this weekend too.”
“It’s a vampire holiday.” Lydia shrugged. “I see him all the time, let him have
his time with Danny. Besides, I think I might be done with Jackson. He’s so
exhausting.”
“Oh? Does he know that yet?”
“I haven’t completely decided yet. And he has such a fragile ego, I’m not sure
how he’ll take it.”
“Were there any other factors?”
“Yes, but I haven’t made my mind up on those either yet.” Lydia gave her
devious grin before she lead her up to her room. “But, you must tell me how
things are going here. And how I can get you an official invite to the big
party that Stiles is throwing, it’ll be dreadfully boring without my best
friend.”
Allison smiled at her, wrapping her arms around the red head’s shoulders.
“Well, my father is in charge of the non-human crime division here, you could
invite him as a human representative, and then I will just come with him.”
“This is exactly why we’re best friends.” Lydia tilted her head to the side,
looking at Allison quizzically. “But you must tell me has been happening here.”
 
The next night, Lydia and Allison were sitting with Allison’s parents. Lydia’s
phone was ringing off the hook. She finally checked to see who had called her
six times. “Excuse me.”
As she walked away, she answered the call from her boyfriend. “What Jackson?”
On the other side of the call was quiet sobbing and her anger turned to
concern. “What happened?”
“My fangs…”
A shiver went up her spine as she thought of Danny. “Where are you? Are you
with…”
“Is heartbeat is really faint… I’m at his place…”                          
“Keep it together, I’m going to be right there.”
She hung up and went back into the dining room. “I’m sorry, but Jackson really
needs my help with something. Thank you for dinner Mrs. Argent.”
“Do you need me to come along?” Allison stood up, looking at Lydia nervously.
It wasn’t hard to guess what a vampire would need help with.
Lydia stared at her for a few seconds before she nodded. “I’ll be out by the
car.”
When they got to Danny’s house, it was immediately obvious that neither of his
parents were home. Allison pulled a knife out as they opened the door.
“Jackson?” Lydia glanced at the knife, knowing that it was going to freak out
Jackson, but it was best for them in case he was still hungry.
“I think he’s upstairs.” Allison started climbing up the stairs, nodding for
Lydia to follow her. She knocked on the door to Danny’s room, opening it and
repeating the vampire’s name.
He was sitting on the floor against Danny’s bed, still crying. Danny was lying
on his bed, motionless. Both were covered in blood. Allison immediately went to
Danny, taking his wrist to check his pulse. Lydia knealt next to Jackson,
reaching for him before pulling back her hand.
“How is he Allison?” Lydia didn’t feel like she was about to scream or go into
a trance, but…
“I don’t think an ambulance would make it in time.”
Lydia snapped her fingers in front of the vampire’s face to get his attention.
“Jackson, you’re going to have to make a choice. Let him die or turn him.”
Jackson’s eyes went wide and Allison backed away, looking apprehenisive about
the idea.
“If you turn him, you do it for him, not for you.” Lydia nodded at him then up
towards Danny. “You need to make the choice. You’re running out of time.”
Jackson wiped his eyes and nodded. “Give me a little time, alone.”
Lydia stood and took Allison’s arm, taking her out of the room. Allison opened
her mouth to say something, but Lydia started talking first. “You stay with
them. I’m going to go talk to the local vampire leader, get Jackson, and maybe
Danny some synthetic blood.”
“Are you sure that Jackson turning Danny is the best choice?” Allison said as
Lydia started heading down the stairs.
“No. It’s just a choice, one that only Jackson can make. Danny may be angry at
him, but he’ll be alive.” Then Lydia disappeared.
A few minutes later, Allison heard Jackson calling for her. She walked in, the
knife still in her hand. He had washed the blood off his face and off of Danny.
Jackson’s eyes went to the knife.
“I’m not going to hurt you Jackson, not unless you can’t control yourself.”
Allison glanced down at it, deciding to put it away. It was still easily
accessible if necessary.
“Maybe you should kill me.” Jackson sat on the bed, looking down at his best
friend, petting his check gently. “He’s going to hate me when he wakes up.”
“Danny isn’t going to hate you. He’s going to be pissed. It’s going to take him
a long time to adjust, but he loves you. You two are so close, almost as close
as Scott and Stiles.”
Jackson looked up at her, and she was unable to read what was on his face.
“Ever since I started feeling hunger for blood, his blood is all I could think
of. I-I… I should’ve…”
“This isn’t your fault Jackson. Even if you would’ve…”
“I knew that vampires can’t control themselves, not around their…” Jackson
stood up and kicked Danny’s nightstand. “I knew he would never feel like…”
“You said it yourself, vampires control themselves. I’ve never heard of
soulmates only being one way.” Allison smiled at him.
Jackson looked like he was about to collapse at the mention of the word
soulmates, like he was refusing to admit it to himself, like he didn’t want it
to be true.
“We don’t get to choose our soulmates, we only get to choose how we…”
“No, humans get to choose. The rest of us, the pull… the pain… you could never
understand Allison.”
Allison turned away. It wasn’t untrue, but it hurt having to hear it. She just
wanted to know, and unless someone else told her, she’d never know. “I’m sorry
Jackson.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry too.”
They both stood in silence for a while before Lydia came back into the room,
holding a cooler bag. She held it out to Jackson. “Danny’s going to need it
when he wakes up.”
Jackson took it, nodding seriously. “You guys should go. He’s going to be
completely uncontrollable when he wakes up.”
“Like you were?” Lydia raised her eyebrows at the vampires.
“No. He offered his neck, but once I tasted his blood I couldn’t stop.” Jackson
sighed. “I’ll call you later, if I need any help.”
Allison nodded, pulling the banshee out of the house. Lydia dropped the human
off at her house and then headed home herself.
It was almost two more hours before Danny woke up, growling with hunger.
Jackson watched him pull himself into a sitting position before holding out a
glass he had filled with blood. Danny turned towards him, grabbing Jackson’s
wrist. He pulled him closer, the glass tumbling onto the ground.
He wasn’t gentle as he grabbed Jackson, his new fangs piercing the skin of his
neck. Jackson groaned, pulling Danny closer to him. “It’s okay” he kept
repeating as his best friend took back the blood he had taken earlier.
When Danny finished, he froze. Jackson closed his eyes as the other vampire
released him, his body suddenly shaking.
“I’m sorry.” Jackson couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“I-I…” Danny’s hand came up to his mouth, with the fangs and the blood. “How
could you? Jackson…”
“I couldn’t stop myself… I couldn’t let you die.” Jackson finally looking at
his friend. He looked sincere, which was very rare. “I’m sorry. It was
selfish.”
“Just get out…” Danny wasn’t looking at Jackson anymore, tears coming to his
eyes.
Jackson nodded, repeating “I’m sorry.”
 
***** Classes Resume *****
When Scott walked into school on Monday, something seemed off. Everyone was
whispering, but he couldn’t pick up what they were talking about. Erica and
Isaac both went silent when he walked up to them. Derek and Boyd were standing
against the wall, staring over at Allison, who was at her locker, completely
alone. Usually Matt and Danny were standing with her.
“Seems like I missed something.” Scott glanced over at Allison, his gaze
lingering.
“Jackson turned Danny.” Derek’s reply had a slight snarl too it, like the idea
of a vampire turning someone was offensive.
With a small nod, he turned to walk over to Allison. He touched her shoulder,
smiling at her when she turned to look at him. “So, you heard then?”
“Yeah, how’s he doing?”
“It was really hard to talking him into going with Jackson to the school. I
don’t know if he’ll ever forgive him, which is going to break Jackson.”
“He’ll adjust, he’s going to have to.” Scott nodded his head towards the hall.
“Come on, let me walk you to class.”
She laughed, slamming her locker closed. “Sure, and you can tell me about your
weekend with Stiles.”
Scott groaned in response, getting another giggle out of his ex-girlfriend.
 Later she sat with them at lunch, getting a harsh glare of Derek and a
confused look from the rest of pack. Scott smiled at her without saying
anything. She turned to Boyd, asking him about a reading assignment for the
English class they had together. With a shrug, a mostly pleasant conversation
ensued. Scott looked up reassuringly at Derek a few times, who just blew an
exaggerated breath out of his nose in response each time.
 
Lydia looked drained when Stiles walked into the cafeteria. Finn and Pheaa
looked up at him, shrugging slightly.
Blaire grinned at him. “Morning, how was your weekend?”
“Crying and sex.” Stiles rolled his eyes before looking at Lydia. “You okay?
You look like another Banshee is about to come in here, predicting your death.”
“Well, actually her tutor did arrive while the two of you were gone, she
apparently used to date one of your brothers.” Finn supplied, unhelpfully.
The Banshee sighed, looking at the king. “Jackson got his fangs, almost killed
Danny, turned Danny, then broke up with me before I could beat him to the
punch.”
Stiles blinked a few times, trying to process the information. “Getting turned
it pretty traumatic, is he doing okay?”
“No, he’s currently under constant supervision down the road, because, well…”
Lydia’s lips went taunt as she stopped herself. Stiles nodded, closing his
eyes.
When he opened them, he turned to Finn. “Where are my brothers anyway?”
“Shopping for apartment. Everything in this area is frightfully out of their
price range, since they got cut off from the royal coffers when they ran away.”
Pheaa answered since her brother had just put food in his mouth. “Hopefully
they’ll have more luck today than they did this weekend.”
Blaire groaned, like they had been complaining about it nonstop, which wouldn’t
have surprised him at that point.
 
 
Danny was sitting on a bed in the gilded mansion. Almost everyone else was
asleep, but his head was pounding, like it had been since he woke up and… when
he woke. Jackson was laying in the bed across the room, pretending to be
asleep. He hadn’t said a word to him since he told him to get out of his house.
He knew that Jackson felt like shit for what he did, but Danny had to live with
his choice. No one had really explained anything to him, tradition dictated
that he learn everything from the vampire that turned him, but Jackson was
still just learning himself. Whatever Danny did until Jackson released him, so
something, was his responsibility. It was so tempting to go out and do
something terrible to get back at Jackson that first night.
Jackson moved when he heard Danny get up. “A-Are you okay?”
It had been pretty much the only thing he had said to his former best friend
since they walked into the school on Sunday afternoon. It was also since then
that Danny had been alone. He didn’t say anything to Jackson, just opened the
door and started walking around the mansion. It was quiet with everyone else
asleep so there probably weren’t too many people up to yell at him to go back
to his Maker.
Everything was made to look old and expensive, but the mansion was really only
twenty or so years old. There were definitely secret passages behind some of
the creepy statues or oddly placed bookshelves.
He didn’t make it far before he wasn’t entirely sure where he was, but he kept
walking. He couldn’t sleep anyway.
“The house likes to play with the newbies. I got lost to every class for a
month when I got here.” A female voice made him jumped. He turned to look at
the source, away from the three way split in the hallway.
She looked just like the typical vampire, pale, dark eyes, dark hair, pretty
but a little too skinny to be healthy. “You just came in yesterday, by that one
raised by the bloodbags huh?” He stiffened. He was just a bloodbag a few days
ago. She chuckled, trying to make it seem like she had been joking. “I won’t
tell, but the professors usually do a round around now and you aren’t supposed
to be out and about with your Maker.”
Deciding fighting with this random girl wasn’t worth it, he turned and headed
down the middle hallway.
“You want the left one, it’s the most straightforward way back to your dorm.”
He turned to nod at her in thanks. “Oh, and you should lighten up on your
Maker. Both of you will suffer if you continue to treat him like you are. Trust
me. It’ll be easier, the transition, the closer you are to him.”
Jackson got out of his bed when Danny walked in. He asked that same damn
question again. Danny didn’t look at him as laid under the covers of his own
bed. He heard Jackson let out a defeated sigh.
“I still hate you, but can you lay with me? Just tonight though?” Danny glanced
over at him. Jackson was tense for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. He
decided to nod stiffly and lie next to Danny, but was careful not to touch him.
***** Awkward *****
Rayon returned from Beacon Hills, looking utterly defeated. When asked about
the case, he just sighed and waved his hand noncommittedly. He did let everyone
know that they did make some arrests for Derek and Malia’s attack. Stiles knew
that without more information, finding the killers wasn’t going to be easy, his
dad couldn’t easily arrest an entire non-human organization.
Daily was not happy when she got the news that Rayon reported that the case had
gone cold, which Stiles figured had to be a façade or she wasn’t as evil as he
originally thought she was.
“I understand why you can’t just find my Dad’s killers. I hope your dad does
get them, but he can’t keep that as his primary focus.” Terad was standing
outside of the admin building, waiting for Stiles finish getting his ear chewed
off by the headmistress.
Stiles paused but nodded for Rayon to go back to the dorms. “Thanks, I wish
there was more we could do, or that you could tell us.”
He also hoped that Terad had word from his mother, the dreams about the crystal
were getting worse and more frequent and he had been lucky that no one had
noticed them when he lost control during lesson.
“I do have some good news. My mother will be here tomorrow night.” Terad looked
down at the ground, his voice quiet as he spoke. “You’re supposed to meet her
at eleven, at a hatch near the wall near the girls’ dorms.”
“How will I know it’s her?”
“You think there are going to be other women skulking around there at that time
of night?” Terad rolled his eyes. “But, I look almost exactly like her, so…”
Stiles nodded. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll see you around, your majesty.”
 
In the few minutes he had free the next day, he scouted along the wall behind
the women’s dorms, eventually finding a rusted grate over a hole with a ladder
hidden by a bush with thorns. It had to be the one, which wasn’t the
comforting. What a creepy place to meet a stranger in the middle of the night.
At dinner, his bothers pounced into the dining hall, well Florian was bouncing,
Oleander was rolling his eyes as he sat down at the table. “We found an
apartment, it’s furnished and within our budget.”
“That’s great you guys, when are you moving in?” Lydia smiled at them as she
put her fork down. Since she had started training with the other banshee, she
had looked terrible. Her eyes were sunk into her skull, she was paler that
usual, and her hair seemed flat.
“We can move in as early as tonight,” Oleander glanced at his younger brother,
who was bouncing in his seat next to him, “and I think we’re going to. The only
things we brought with us were our clothes and some knick-knacks.”
“You should take Rayon.” Stiles looked up at them. He hadn’t told Rayon about
the crystal thing yet, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to, and he knew that
despite Rayon’s playful personality, he wouldn’t be able to sneak around him so
late. His brother also hadn’t met him yet. “It’ll be late, and you’re my
brothers…”
“Okay, that’s fine. We could use the extra set of hands anyway.” Florian had
finally calmed down enough to smile at him.
“Didn’t you used to date a warrior name Rayon not too long after you
graduated?” Oleander was still staring at his brother whose smile fell.
“Rayon’s a really common name, it can’t be the same one.” Florian waved his
hand dismissively.
Stiles stared at the two of them. His body guards were both about the same age
as Florian, so it was definitely possible. “Ore and Rayon have been friends for
a really long time, you probably would have met Ore, if it was serious.”
“He mentioned that his best friend was stationed somewhere else for extra
training or something, so…” Florian groaned, looking over at his brother. “We
dated for a long time, pretty much until Oleander and I dropped off the grid.”
“You told me you told him we were leaving, and that he understood.” Oleander
crossed his arms.
“I lied, I never said anything to him… I actually told him that I’d see him
‘tomorrow’ the day before we left.”
“It’ll be an interesting night if it is the same Rayon.” Oleander looked at
Stiles who just shrugged.
Later that night as he was explaining to Ore what he was doing that night,
after sending Rayon to help his bothers, Stiles got a text from Oleander. He
fell over laughing. Ore gave him a strange look as he helped him up.
“Rayon and Florian used to date!”
“Ah, well, so he was the Florian… Rayon was broken hearted about Florian for
years, and I know he still has feelings for him, so tonight is going to be…
strange.”
“Yeah, not just for them…”
 
Stiles approached the woman standing by the grate he had found earlier, his
heart racing in his chest. She turned to face him as he got closer.
“Hello your majesty.” She didn’t smile at him, or bow, just stared at him. “You
may call me Opal.”
“Okay, Opal.” He stopped when she spoke, looking her up and down.
“My son tells me that you’ve stared to be able to form crystals.” Opal leaned
down and opened the rusty grate without a noise. “Come, what I’m about to show
you is a highly guarded secret. In the past, Kings have not been told the whole
truth until it was an appropriate time.”
“Are you going to tell me the truth, Opal?”
“Yes, because the fate of all fairies rest on you and your decision about what
I’m about to tell you.”
Taking a deep breath, Stiles started climbing into the hole when she motioned
him to go first. He looked up and saw her close the grate behind them. He
looked down and couldn’t see the floor.
***** Cost of Power *****
Chapter Notes
     You guys are so nice, saying nice things about me when I sit down and
     think "how can I add more conflict to this story in order to add pain
     and suffering to these characters' lives" every time I puke out one
     of these chapters. But, hey, raising your heart rate burns calories
     right?
     Also, I'm sorry.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The hall was lit already when they finally reached the bottom and started
walking, her behind him. He glanced back at her everyone in a while, finally
taking a deep breath.
“So, where exactly are we going?”
“To the source. Every species has their origin myth, even humans. Most of us
don’t know ours anymore, except for a select few of us who are descendants of
people specially picked by Oberon himself.” She paused as a loud noise from
above was heard. “Some werewolves belief it was originally a curse, others
think it was man bitten by a magic wolf. Vampires think that their ancestors
were buried partially alive and gained strength under the ground to break out.
Witches of course, historically, sold their souls, to who is up for debate.
Humans have more than I care to keep track of. Our powers come from crystal.”
Stiles looked down at his hands, and he felt a hand on his shoulders. He
stopped and turned to her. “Then why can I create crystals?”
“The crystals our came from used to line small springs, our children would
drink from or dipped into these springs to get their powers. These different
springs gave us different powers, different traits. Oberon’s mother decreed
that her children would have the power of all the different crystals, so he was
dipped into all the springs. When Oberon was grown, after he was crowned king.”
“But we’re born with our powers now, so how did…”
“The crystals stayed with the DNA, once in the blood. It started to accumulate
and get passed on from parent to child, and we stopped using the pools. But
it’s still where our powers came from, without the crystals around the pools
we’d lose our powers or our lives. There was only so far we could go.” She took
his hand off his shoulder. “Come on, let’s keep moving. We have to get to the
center.”
“I don’t like where this is going.” Stiles cletnched his jaw as he kept
walking.
“No, you wouldn’t.” Opal sighed, looking down. “You’re leaving a trail.”
Stiles stopped again, looking behind him and saw a trail of small crystals on
the floor. He didn’t say anything as he moved on.
“Oberon found that with all his power, he could manipulate the crystals. He
started to move them slowly, drinking from the spring each time. Many years
passed, and he found that he could grow more crystals, even as the crystals at
the springs disappeared and the springs dried up.”
“He had spread the crystals too thin to build anything meaningful from the
original crystals, but he found the most abundant place that had crystals were
the blood of his own children and the children of his sister, who had more than
one power, more than one type of crystal.”
Stiles remembered his dreams where past kings were sheathed in crystal, and he
shivered at the thought.
“After Oberon, those of us he entrusted found that if enough royals work
together, we can grow more crystals out of one of our own.” Opal cleared her
throat. “But we only take volunteers from our own ranks when we need more
crystals.”
“Need more crystals?” Stiles could see a door not too far away, and he was
trying to keep his anger and disgust under control.
She hummed an a formation and motioned towards the door. “The crystals grown
from our own eventually fade.”
He ran the last few feet to the door, yanking it open to find pillars of
crystal coming out the floor in a deliberate pattern. Putting his hand up to
one, he saw an elderly man’s smiling face and heard an echo of an affirmation
of love to his grandchildren. Startled, his wings popped out and he fell to the
ground because of how quickly he removed his hand from the crystal.
“There was rumor in our order that the King could still feel the presence of
the fairies sustaining us.” Opal reached a hand out to him. He ignored it as he
got up, looking down the aisles. The crystals near them were all glowing
brightly, some with a distinct color. The farther back he looked, the dimmer
they got and the less consistently they flickered, like dying light bulbs. As
he started actually walking down the aisles, he found some of them were
cracking.
“The more fairies there are in an area, the faster these crystals fade. It’s
why we recommend that fairies stay so close to schools, especially royal
fairies. It’s become part of our biology to want to become this if there isn’t
enough power flowing through the air.”
Stiles felt like he was going to be sick as he leaned on a cracked and faded
crystal. He didn’t see a face, but he did hear a blood-curdling scream.
“Your mother, her husband, they were a part of my order. Your brothers’ father
is in one of these under the Philadelphia school. Someday, I will be under the
Hong Kong school.” She was staring at one of the piles of dust near the far
wall. “But these don’t generate their own power, they just propagate it-…”
“From the kings.” Stiles was definitely going to puke.
“Yes. The last two died before they were able to do this to themselves, and
with our growing population rate. Oberon is starting to fade and many of the
others have faded completely, cracking. You’ll notice that there are more faded
than not in this room.”
Silence fell over them for a while. “What happens to the fairies if…”
“We don’t know. Maybe we become human, maybe we all die. We don’t have enough
documentation from the beginning, when the fairies were spread thin, to know
what actually happened, what will happen.”
“How long, how long until it’s too late?”
“Fifty, maybe sixty years…” Opal reached for his shoulder again, but he
shrugged away from her touch. “I’m sorry, but this is the true purpose of the
King, of what you are. But no one can make you fix the past mistakes of your
family line or my order either. There aren’t enough royal fairies in the world
to turn you to crystal, so it will always be your choice.”
Stiles didn’t reply and he heard her leave after several minutes of silence. He
wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, in that large man made cavern, lit only
by the remains of his own kind. When he made it back out, his phone beeped to
tell him he had missed calls. Three from Scott, who must have sense how
distressed he was. How could he possibly explain any of this to him.
Chapter End Notes
     If anyone is confused as to exactly how this works, let me know and I
     will try to explain it better eventually. Making up mythology is the
     best and really hard.
     Also next chapter will be mostly Scott, maybe a little Allison and
     the Sheriff.
***** Anxiety *****
Chapter Notes
     So my laptop doesn't charge. So this was mostly written on a public
     computer in my student union, which was awkward.
     Any way enjoy but expect even slower updates.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Scott had felt Stiles’ anxiety all day, it made him feel twitchy. Both Derek
and Erica had noticed, but neither had actually verbalized anything to him. As
the night went on, it got worse and worse, until it wasn’t just anxiety, it was
full blown panic. It was late, and he should have been sleeping but the
emotions from his mate were keeping him awake. He pulled out his phone, calling
Stiles over and over again. Getting no answer, he was thinking of different
ways that he could go make sure that his mate was okay.
Derek would probably kill him if he called him so late, and his mom would have
an aneurism if he took the car. Feeling all of Stiles emotions bubbling up was
starting to make him go crazy, he just wanted to be there to protect him
against whatever it was. He let out a low growl as he looked out the window.
Finally he heard his phone ding, three times.
Im sorry
I need time to process what I just found out
Im not hurt
Scott held the phone tightly in his hands. He just wanted to hold Stiles, but
bursting into the fairy school was a terrible idea. After a few seconds, he had
taken just enough calming breaths to reply.  I love you. Im right here when
your ready
He didn’t get anything back from Stiles, but he felt him calm slightly. A buzz
of excitement went through him when his phone dinged again, but it was just
Isaac telling him to go to bed.
The next morning, Isaac glanced at him a few times, before finally sighing.
“What was up with you last night?”
“Just, something was going on with Stiles. He hasn’t told me what, but he’s
okay now.”
“I’m glad he’s okay, but are you okay?” He sighed again when the alpha didn’t
respond to him. Without a word, he grabbed his backpack and headed outside when
he heard Derek stop outside.
The car ride to the school was silent, but Scott felt Derek look at him
occasionally as they drove. Once they were parked, Derek grabbed Scott’s arm
gently. Isaac paused in getting out of the backseat, but immediately bolted
away from the car to find Erica and Boyd when Derek glared at him.
Scott sighed and pulled the door shut again, not looking at the older alpha.
“You okay?” Derek was staring at him.
“Just, something’s been going on with Stiles, and last night… whatever it was,
it was really bad.” He sighed, glancing at Derek. “I just wish I could be there
for him, that he’d trust me enough to tell me.”
“Maybe you need to tell him what’s been eating you up.”
The words hurt, they also meant that Derek knew exactly what happened between
him and Peter months ago. Scott didn’t know how to reply, so he just stared at
his lap.
“I’m sorry, I just… I’m sure he’s noticed, that it’s…” Derek trailed off, not
wanting to finish his sentence but hoping Scott would know what he wanted to
say.
“I don’t want him to know… but… yeah, it…” Scott knew what Derek meant and he
didn’t want to say it either. It had been affecting his relationship with
Stiles, and he knew it was killing Stiles.
“Okay, but maybe if you tell him… maybe he’ll open up to you.” Derek turned to
look at Allison getting out of her dad’s car. She looked over and waved at him
with a bright smile.
“He just has enough on his mind, and I know that if I found out that someone
did that to him, I’d rip them in half so I don’t want…” Scott put his face in
his hands, groaning in frustration. “All of this, it’s so damn complicated.”
“Regular relationships are complicated, just because your relationship was
predestined, doesn’t mean you don’t have to put in the work.” Derek opened his
door. “Come on, we should get to class.”
As the bell was ringing, Allison was stepping up next to his locker. “Hey, do
you want to work on that project for history tonight?”
Scott gave him a strange look, but nodded. “Your place?”
“No!” Allison cleared her throat, trying to make the immediate shout seem less
awkward. “Your place, if that’s okay?”
“Okay?” Scott had taken a step back at her outburst, but shrugged it off.
“Mom’s actually making dinner tonight. I think the Sheriff’s coming over, but
there should be plenty if you want to stay for dinner.”
She smiled at him softly. “Awesome.”
They had been working diligently for a while, asking each other questions on
occasion, but eventually Scott looked up from his computer. “So, why did you
really not want to go home?” When Allison gave him an obviously fake look of
confusion, he raised an eyebrow. “Come on Allison, I know you well enough to
tell something is wrong.”
She blew a breath out of her nose. “My grandfather is there. When I was little,
we were really close, but now… he just gives me the creeps. I just sort of
wanted to avoid him.”
Scott nodded, totally understanding that feeling. “Well, you’re always welcome
here.”
Allison’s smile was bright, but she just went back to working on her poster.
It was about another hour when Scott’s phone started ringing. Lydia’s name was
on his screen, and he wasn’t sure when her and him had exchanged numbers, but
he answered.
“Hello?”
“Scott, do you know what’s wrong with Stiles? He’s barely said a single word
all day. And he hasn’t eaten.” Lydia’s voice was shrill through the phone, it
made Scott wince slightly.
“No. But something happened to him last night, it… it was really intense. He’s…
he’ll tell us when he’s ready, but I’m worried about him too.” Scott glanced at
Allison, who was looking at him sympathetically. “Keep an eye on him for me? If
it goes on too long, I’ll… I don’t know what I’ll do but it’ll… I hope it’ll
help.”
“Okay. It’s just… I’ve never seen him like this, ever.” Lydia’s voice was low.
“I wish I knew how to help him better.”
“Me too, but… we can only him as much as he’ll let us.”
“Thanks Scott, I’ll talk to you later.”
Scott opened his mouth to say something, but the banshee had already hung up.
Allison chuckled slightly. “She does that.”
“Hey Scott-…” Melissa opened the door, pausing to look at Allison. “Hello
Allison, are you staying for dinner?”
“If it’s not too much trouble Ms. McCall.” Allison smiled up at her.
“Not at all. Well, it’s almost ready, so as soon as the sheriff gets here we’ll
eat, okay?” She smiled back.
“Thanks Mom,” Scott sighed, but smiled slightly.
The two teens headed downstairs when they heard Melissa open the door, greeting
someone. The sheriff nodded at the two of them before commenting that dinner
smelled wonderful.
Dinner was mostly small talk between the two adults. Allison and Scott were
mostly silent, trying to find the shortest answers to questions. Until the
Sheriff asked Scott if he had heard from Stiles. Scott almost choked, before
setting down his silverware.
“Uh, a little. Nothing… major. He’s been really busy with school and
transitioning into being king… we haven’t had much time to really talk.” Scott
coughed slightly. “Next time I talk to him, I’ll make sure he gets in touch
with you.”
The frown on the sheriff’s face said it all, and it was exactly how Scott was
feeling about the situation.
Chapter End Notes
     That's a thing!
     Next one, maybe a look into the daily lives of the pack and council
     without our mains because I love them too.
***** Day in the Life: Fairy Edition *****
Chapter Notes
     This is going to be a four or five part interlude, that is ultimately
     important to the overall plot, outlining what everyone that isn't
     Stiles or Scott do with their lives. The pups are next.
 
“So, when’s your lesson with your new banshee instructor?” Finn asked from
where he was sitting on the floor of Lyid’s dorm room, a book about political
theory spread out on his knees.
“Ugh, in an hour.” Lydia scoffed, not looking away from the plans for the ball
that were sprawled across her desk. It was in less than a month and there was
still so much planning to do. Stiles still hadn’t given her a guest list and
the invitations were going to be sent out passed the scheduled date even if she
did it herself.
Pheea and Blaire were both laying on Lydia’s bed, exchanging answers to their
history homework. Usually they did this in Stiles’ room, because of its size,
but the last week he had been odd.
“How are the lessons going? They actually helping, or just?” He glanced up at
her and she put down the pen she was using to cross off things from her list,
and add new things to it.
“Yes and no. According to Libby, my conceptual understanding has developed
unusually quick, but my actual abilities are… lacking.” She glared at him, her
eyes were surrounded by dark circles. They had only been getting worse with her
training. “I’ll get it eventually.”
“Of course you will, just a little curious, and a little worried about you.”
“I’m fine. Nothing to worry about, Libby says that getting like this is normal
and once I actually get used to my abilities, I’ll go back to normal.”
Both the girls on the bed scoffed, getting an offended look from the banshee.
“By even fairy standards, you’ve never been normal.” Pheea shrugged.
Blaire cleared her throat. “You’re super smart, really pretty, and have to take
care of Stiles. Your life isn’t going back to normal unless you invent time
travel.”
Lydia tilted her head, as if thinking about time travel being a viable solution
to her problems. Finally, she turned around, looking back at the samples of
linens and catering menu. “I, unfortunately, do not have the time to invent
such thing.”
An hour later, Lydia was shooing the other fairies out of her room so she could
make it to her lesson when there was a knock on the door. Finn opened it,
smiling at Rayon who stared into the room.
“Oh, sorry, looks like you guys were just leaving.” Rayon put his hands in his
pockets, looking at each of the teenagers. “I was just going into town, and
wanted to see if any of you wanted anything while I was out.”
“Can I come with you? I’ve been stuck behind these walls for too long, I’m
going stir crazy.” Pheea huffed, picking up her mountain of books. Blaire
elbowed her slightly.
“Come on, he’s probably going to see Florian, he doesn’t want you tagging
along.” Finn rolled his eyes at his sister.
“Actually, Oleander would probably appreciate the company.” Rayon shrugged,
looking away. “Why don’t you all come along?”
“I have a lesson with Oleander’s ex, but the rest of you should go.” Lydia
motioned for all of them to move out of her room. They all nodded slightly.
Oleander looked around Rayon, counting the teenagers behind the warrior. He
nodded and moved out of the way to let everyone in. “Florian just left to pick
up take out. If I knew you were all coming over, I’d have ordered more.”
“It’s alright, we already had dinner.” Finn looked around, nodding approvingly.
It was small, but clean and modern.
“Nice place. We should’ve thrown a house warming party for you two.” Pheea sat
on one of the couches, sighing happily when she sang into the cushions.
Oleander scoffed, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV. “And who would you
have invited?”
“What have you guys been doing? We haven’t seen you for a while.” Blaire was
looking at the line of pictures below the TV.
“Florian’s been trying to reestablish us in fairy politics, digging up some of
our parents’ contacts. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but it’s the best way
we have to help Stiles.” Oleander rubbed the back of his neck.
“Do you guys know what’s going on with him?” Finn asked, looking at Oleander.
“He’s barely talked to any of for the last week. We’re worried about him.”
“No, I haven’t heard from him pretty much since we moved in here.” Oleander
looked shocked, his eyes looking towards Rayon.
The bodyguard just shook his head, looking down. “Ore knows what’s wrong, but
he hasn’t said anything to me about what it is. For Stiles to swear him to
secrecy, even from his partner, from Lydia, it must be serious.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.” Oleander crossed his arms. “Secrets are
dangerous, especially in our world.”
“I get the sense that they’re both trying to protect all of us from something.”
“Last time someone I loved tried to keep secrets to protect me, I never saw
them again.” Oleander glared at Rayon.
Florian walked in then, looking around the room. “Wow, everyone’s so tense.
Everything okay?”
“Stiles is keeping secrets, and we’re all worried about him.” Finn looked over
at the older fairy, frowning.
“Okay. I’ll talk to him tonight, one of mom’s old contacts asked me to meet her
tonight at the school.” Florian sighed, setting the bags of take out on the
coffee table.
“You can’t go alone.” Oleander turned his glare to his brother.
“I can take care of myself!”
“Last time you told me that, you nearly got eaten by vampires. The time before
that you got hexed by witches. Forgive me for being over protective.” Oleander
didn’t look impressed.
“Rayon’ll come with me. Does that make you happy?”
“Yes.” Oleander deflated slightly. “I’m starving.”
Rayon grinned, opening the bag, pulling out two containers and a bottle of
wine. “Enjoy your meal, I’m taking going to eat mine and Rayon in my room.” He
winked, nodding for a flushed Rayon to follow him to his room.
Pheea looked after the two of them dreamily, while Blaire and Finn gagged.
Oleander huffed out a laugh. “You’ll get used to that.”
 
Lydia had been focus on the orb in the center of the room for so long that she
had lost all sense of time. She could hear murmuring and she could feel herself
being pulled in a hundred directions. Occasionally she heard a harsh voice
telling her to focus. Her head was throbbing and she wasn’t sure, but her nose
may have been pleading. All she wanted to do was scream.
“Stop. This isn’t working.” Libby’s voice cut through everything. Lydia fell to
the ground with a huff, wiping her nose. It was bleeding. “You okay there,
kid?”
“I’ll let you know in a minute.” Lydia held her head as she managed to get into
a sitting position.
“So, what do you think the problem is?” Libby was standing above her.
“I can’t focus, not like I think you want me to.” Lydia sighed. Her mind was so
scattered, with school, her personal life, and being head of the council, that
it was a miracle the she could clear it away at all.
“Yeah. We’re going to try two more things tonight, then we’re going to call it
quits, okay?” Libby held her hand out to help her up.
“I guess I can handle that.” Lydia patted down her dress with a deep breath.
“Now, instead of focusing on the orb, I want you to focus on the King. If you
can manage to use the bond with him, you may be able to form the temporary
bonds you make when trying to communicate with the dead or sense the near
dead.”
Lydia nodded, closing her eyes. Stiles. She was so worried about him. They
hadn’t ever been friends until she saw him as a tool to regain social status,
even though they had started to hang out when Scott and Allison became a
couple. They were friends now. Bound by a bond that neither of them ever took
advantage of. She had almost forgotten about it until now.
There was a quiet thud of anxiety going through her. Stiles was anxious,
panicked, confused. He needed help, but didn’t think anyone could help him. It
was faint, but she could feel it, feel him.
She opened her eyes, nodding at the older banshee. “It’s a start.”
“Okay, now… scream.” Libby smiled at her.
Without a question, Lydia let out a shrill shriek that rang throughout the room
and probably around most of the campus. She tilted her head, hearing
whispering. Actual words. They didn’t make sense, but there were distinct
voices around her, all talking at once. “I hear them.”
“Good, that’s enough for today. Headmistress Daily asked to see you after our
lesson today.” Libby nodded at her before leaving the room.
Lydia sat on one of the benches, catching her breath for a few minutes before
heading to Daily’s office.
Daily was sitting in her chair, leaning on her hands. Sunvalley was standing on
the other side, looking at the other woman with anger in her eyes. “I don’t
know what game you’re playing Daily, but you can’t just do this!”
“It wasn’t my decision, Penelope.” Daily replied calmly.
“You think we’re all just going to pick up and move, because you convinced the
council that it would be best?”
Lydia paused in opening the door any further. Move? Who was moving and where?
“Dublin has always been our capital. It’s where the King and his council
belong, right?” Daily’s words were meant to egg on the other fairy, and she was
taking the bait.
“Stiles and the rest are still children! They need their parents, especially
Stiles!”
“I don’t see how it would be any different than being here. Besides, Lydia and
his majesty’s parents are humans, how could they possibly help them see them
through this process?”
Sunvalley slammed her hands on the desk. “Even the council doesn’t have the
power to dictate where we live, where the kids train. The old council keeping
power like this is against our traditions and our laws.”
“King Stiles and his council are still too young to take on the
responsibilities before them.”
“They are all of legal age by our laws.”
“You may have failed to notice, but we raise our children not by our own
traditions anymore, but we fall in line with the humans. They weren’t ready
because we have lost ourselves.” Daily cleared her throat. “Miss Martin, it is
rude to eavesdrop.”
Sunvalley looked over at the door, where Lydia opened the door, glaring into
the room. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Daily grimaced, waving dismissively. “Leave, both of you. If you’re both so set
against it, you can take it up with the Council.”
“We are the Council.” Lydia said defiantly before Sunvalley gently pushed her
out of the room with a huff.
Once they were outside, Lydia looked at the older fairy. “Does that happen a
lot?”
“At least once a week. Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.” She put an
arm around Lydia’s shoulders, squeezing gently.
“Why don’t you tell us?”
“I can usually get her to concede, even if she doesn’t actually see reason. If
I can handle it without having to involve you or Stiles, then I will.” She
smiled at Lydia. “You both have enough to deal with, without having to deal
with petty acts of usurpment.”
“Usurpment isn’t a word.” Lydia rolled her eyes, making Sunvalley laugh.
 
 
***** Day in the Life: Werewolves and Humans *****
Chapter Notes
     So this is pretty much everyone currently at Beacon Hills. The
     vampires and witches will either be two short chapters or one long
     chapter.
Allison was at her locker, minding her own business, when Erica and Isaac
flanked her, leaning against the wall on either side of her. She jumped
slightly, surprised to see them. “Hey, guys? Everything okay?”
“It’s been a week, and Scott still isn’t telling us what’s wrong.” Isaac pouted
at her and she frowned at him.
“By my calculations, you were the last person to have a meaningful conversation
with our alpha, so spill.” Erica took a bite out of her apple.
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve tried to talk to him about it too, but… All I know
is that it’s about Stiles.” The human closed her locker and looked between
them. “According to Lydia, Stiles is being even worse than Scott about whatever
it is.”
Erica nodded slightly, walking away without saying anything. She grabbed onto
Boyd’s arm, pulling him away. Isaac put his hands in his pockets, not looking
at her. “I guess we have to just keep trying.”
 Smiling at him, she put her hand on his arm. “Scott and Stiles need to work
out whatever is happening between them, for now we just need to remind Scott
that we’re here for him.”
“Thanks.” He looked to where Boyd and Erica were waiting for him by his locker.
With a smile, he walked out of Allison’s space.
On her way to her history class, she passed Derek and was prepared to duck her
head, but he nodded at her with something close to a smile. She smiled back at
him and he didn’t scowl at her.
“No Malia today?” Erica asked, hanging all over Isaac as he exchanged his
books.
“My mother is a truly terrifying force, she managed to get Malia readmitted to
the witch school.” Derek sighed as he readjusted the bookbag he was carrying on
one shoulder.
Boyd nodded, impressed by the feat.
“What are you doing after school?” Isaac asked the alpha, swishing himself next
to Boyd as he shut his locker.
Derek face went red and he looked away. “I have plans.”
“Anyone we know?” Boyd was smiling as the two blonds were waggling their
eyebrows at the older male. Derek just rolled his eyes, walking away from the
younger teens. He could hear them making guesses as he walked away, making him
scowl more as he headed to class.
At lunch, Allison was moving to sit with the werewolves, but Matt walked
infront of her with a shit eating grin on his face. “Hey Allison.”
She just glared at him, trying to move around him. “Hi Matt.”
“I heard you’re talking to McCall again. Any juicy details about him and Stiles
you want to share?” He was holding his camera loosely in his one hand and she
considered knocking it out of his hand.
“Don’t you dare…” Somehow, her glare became harsher and he just put his hands
up.
“I’m not going to rat them out, but when the shoe finally drops, I want to be
there to swoop in with all of the stories.”
“You’re a disgusting human, Matt.” She scoffed, trying to get past him again.
“I can’t be that bad. You did go out with me for a while…” His grin turned
flirty.
Allison was about to let out a retort when an arm slipped around her shoulders.
She looked next to her, seeing Erica with yellow eyes staring at the human boy.
“Beat it Daehler. Obviously, she isn’t interested.” The words that came out of
Erica’s mouth was more like a growl. Matt took a few steps back before turning
and running out of the cafeteria.
“Thanks.” Allison smiled at the other girl, who smiled at her.
“No problem. Any friend of Scott’s is a friend of ours.” Erica lead her back to
the table.
“Speak for yourself Erica.” Derek rolled his eyes before looking up at Allison.
“He’s not going to be a problem, is he?”
Shaking her head, she sat down with her lunch. “I don’t think so. He’s mostly
harmless.”
With a hum, Derek went back to eating. Boyd asked Allison a question about
homework for a class they had together and she smiled at him before answering.
As they all got up to leave for class, Erica grinned at the human.
“What are you doing after school?”
“Mandatory family time. I’ve been trying to avoid my grandfather since he got
into town, and…” She rubbed the back of her neck. Her gaze went to Derek, who
was flaring his nostrils. “Yeah, I feel the same way.”
“That blows.” Isaac sighed, looking at Derek with a confused look on his face.
“Maybe tomorrow?”
“Sure.” A smile returned to her face as she looked between the three bitten
wolves, all of who were smiling back at her.
Allison saw Scott later in one of her classes, but he didn’t look up at her or
Isaac during the entire class, even when Isaac walked up to him to talk to him
when the class ended. She didn’t envy him.
 
“So, you’re friends with werewolves now?” Her dad asked as he got into the car.
She froze, forgetting how obvious she had been when waving at Isaac, Erica, and
Boyd. “You know…”
“I don’t know. They turn into wolves, so what? Do you want me to stop being
friends with Lydia too, or is it just werewolves?” She huffed, not looking at
him.
“Allison, they’re dangerous.”
“Dangerous? When was the last time a werewolf killed a human? Killed anyone in
California?” She turned to glare at her father. “Aunt Kate has killed more of
them in the last few years than they’ve killed anyone.”
Chris’s eyes went wide and he turned away from his daughter. “How’d you find
out about that?”
“It doesn’t matter. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“My sister… is extreme.” He sighed as he finally pulled out of the school
parking lot. “I didn’t want you to…”
“Know why Derek Hale hates me?” She was still glaring at the man. “Why Grandpa
keeps telling me I should be like her?”
“You don’t have to be… I know that werewolves are people, but that doesn’t mean
you shouldn’t be cautious…”
“I am cautious, but I know Erica, Isaac, and Boyd, and they know me. I trust
them Dad.” She crossed her arms.
“Okay, okay…” He conceited. “But do me a favor, don’t bring them up to your
grandfather, or your mother.”
Huffing, she just nodded.
 
Boyd was sitting at Erica’s desk, doing homework. He occasionally looked over
at his boyfriend and girlfriend, who were laying on Erica’s bed doing anything
other than homework. Isaac was half on top of her, reading a comic book, while
she was texting Pheea and Blaire. Erica’s mom called from downstairs and the
two blonds fell off the bed when they both tried to get up at the same time.
Boyd couldn’t help but smile at his two mates.
Erica disappeared for a while, and Isaac sat on the desk next to Boyd’s
homework. “Is that English for Blake? Is it hard?”
“Not if you just do it.” Boyd gave him a pointed look, making Isaac groan. They
both turned to look at Erica when she came back in, grinning from ear to ear.
“Mom’s going out. Probably won’t be home for a few hours.” She walked over to
them, one of her hands rubbing Isaac’s thigh and the other running over Boyd’s
head.
“You’re going to kill me.” Boyd huffed out, leaning into the touch.
“Is your heat coming early or something?” Isaac whimpered as he eyes fluttered
closed.
She just laughed before taking a step away from them. They both looked at her
hungrily before sharing a look and charging towards her.
 
Derek walked into the empty classroom. The school was almost completely
deserted, save for the basketball team and the principal. Miss Blake was
erasing her chalkboard, and didn’t look up until Derek knocked on the
doorframe. She smiled as she looked over at him.
“Derek, come in.” She wiped the chalk off of her hands on her dress as she
walked over to the wall of window, closing the blinds. “Close the door.”
Derek did as he was told, the door locking with a click. He walked over to her,
dropping his bookbag at the foot of her desk. “Miss Blake…”
She put a finger over his lips and grinned. “You can call me Jennifer.”
He let out a growling sound when her lips pressed against his. Picking her up,
he pushed her onto the desk, crowding into her space. Giggling, she wrapped her
arms around him, pulling him in even closer.
 
The sheriff was rubbing his brow, watching the gurney get pushed out of the OR.
A hand touching his shoulder made him jump slightly, but he took a calming
breath when he saw Melissa smiling at him.
“Hey, you seem a little jumpy?” She smiled at him.
“Just too much overtime.” He sighed. “And I’ve had a lot on my mind recently.”
“Stiles?”
“Yeah. I talked to him earlier, but he didn’t sound… there’s something wrong
that he isn’t telling me.”
“When did that boy ever tell you anything?” Melissa frowned at him, even though
she wanted to smile. “Scott hasn’t been talking to me much, but I don’t think
he’s telling Scott about it either.”
“I feel like I need to be doing more for him, but he’s so far away… and his
life is so different from mine now…” The sheriff sat in one of the chairs along
the wall, covering his face. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Scott’s still here, and I don’t know how to help him. I don’t know the first
thing about werewolves.” Melissa took a deep breath as she sat next to the man.
“Maybe we have some catching up we need to do, to help our boys.”
Groaning, the sheriff looked up at her. “Where would we even start?”
“I’ll ask Isaac later, maybe he can help us out.” She shrugged, standing back
up as she looked at the pager on her hip. “I better go.”
He gave her a lazy wave, not moving until one of the deputies walked over,
saying that the man was ready for questioning now.
 
Derek walked into his house, listening to Laura and Josh joking around in the
kitchen. He could smell food cooking, pot roast, one of his favorites. His dad
was entertaining some of the extended pack’s kids in the living room.
“Oh, Derek, Mom wanted to talk to you in her study.” Laura popped her head out
of the kitchen. He nodded and she paused, her lips turning up into a grin.
“Who’s the girl?”
Rolling his eyes, he headed up stairs to drop his bookbag. He heard his mom and
Peter talking, arguing. The two were fighting over the pack and some decision
his mom had made. Peter was always flip flopping on whether he wanted the pack
to be more conservative or have a better relationship with other species. It
made Derek’s head spin.
He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door. Peter and his mom both went
silent and he took it as a sign to open the door. His uncle grinned at him as
he walked past him.
“Peter.” Talia’s words had the beta stopping in his tracks. “We will finish
this discussion later.”
“Looking forward to it, sister.” Peter raised his hand as he continued walking.
Derek turned to glare at the back of the older werewolf’s head.
“Derek.” His mother motioned for him to come into the room. He shut the door
and sat down across from her. Her nostrils flared and she smiled at him softly.
“It’s good that you’re finally moving on.”
The younger alpha could feel his face going red as he turned away from his
mother. Sometimes having such keen senses was a curse. “Uh, yeah… it’s not
anything serious…”
“If it does, you’ll let me know, right?” She leaned closer to him, still
smiling. He just nodded and cleared his throat.
“Laura said you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes, Duecalion will be arriving this Friday and he will be leaving on Monday,
but…” Talia sighed as she sat back in her chair.
“Scott’s not really in the right state of mind to get coaching from that
maniac.” Derek crossed his arms.
“He’s going to have to be.” She looked at her son seriously. “I understand that
what he’s going through is a delicate matter, and between him and Stiles, but
he needs to put it aside if he truly wants to affect change in our world.
Duecalion, the council, cannot wait for him to settle things with his mate.”
“I know. I’ll figure out a way to get his head back where it needs to be.”
“He trusts you Derek, he’ll listen to you.” Talia was smiling again and Derek
stood up.
“Thanks Mom.” He nodded at her as he left the room.
***** Day in the Life: Vampires and Witches *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Better?” Jackson asked, a hand on his bleeding neck as he watched Danny
carefully. There was blood around his mouth, Jackson’s blood. Danny wasn’t
looking as him as he smeared the blood across his face in his attempt to clean
it off.
Danny huffed when he stood up, facing away from the boy who had turned him.
“Yeah.”
Jackson’s blood had been the only thing had calmed Danny down, but neither of
them had brought up why. It wasn’t exactly something Jackson was ready to talk
about, not when he’d been grappling with it for so long. Danny wasn’t ready to
forgive Jackson yet, even after weeks.
“A-Are you okay?” It was the first time that Danny had asked.
“Fine, I’m fine.” Jackson stood up, walking over to where Danny was standing,
still not looking at him. He wanted the other boy’s blood, but after what
happened the first time he had taken it, he didn’t think that the other boy let
him have it.
“Jackson…” Danny turned to look at him after the two had stood there in silence
for what seemed like ages. Jackson reached towards him, wiping at the blood
still on his face with a fond smile on his face. “I’m not an idiot. I know why…
why you couldn’t stop and why I…”
The fond look fell off of Jackson’s face as he dropped his hand. Danny grabbed
his hand, his gaze harsh as he looked at his pain-in-the-ass best friend.
Jackson gulped. “I’m sorry, I should’ve…”
“It doesn’t matter now, and it wouldn’t have mattered then. I still don’t have
those feelings for you.” Danny pushed the hand away from him forcefully.
Jackson took a step back, pulling his hand in close to his chest. “But this
pull, of what we are… it’s…”
“Painful.” Jackson finished the other boy’s sentence when his face twisted with
pain. “I didn’t ask for this either. I didn’t… but here we are.”
Danny paced across their room a few times before sitting on the edge of
Jackson’s bed. “I guess it could be worse…”
“How?”
“I could hate you.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “Or we could be like
Stilinski and McCall.”
Jackson scoffed, crossing his arms. “I see your point.”
“What do you think the worst that could happen if we just…”
“We could end up hating each other.”
“So, you just want to keep fighting this, destiny?” Danny sounded so tired as
he said it.
“I don’t know, but… whatever you want to do, I’m…” Jackson’s voice trailed off
as he groaned. “I don’t think I could handle seeing you with someone else
though.”
“I don’t think I could be with someone else.”
“Are you saying you want to…”
“Not right now, but… we’ll see how the next few weeks go.” Danny stood up,
pulling out his phone and checking the time. “We should start getting ready for
class.”
“Danny. Can… Can I kiss you?”
“No.”
*-*-*-*-*-*
Cora sat in one of the arm chairs in the library, a book in her lap, the pages
turning as she twirled her finger. She glanced up when she heard a murmur crawl
across the room. Malia was walking towards her, her head hanging low and
shoulders tense as she walked towards he cousin.
Shutting the book, Cora got up and smiled at Malia. “Hey, welcome back.”
“Yeah.” Malia glanced over at a group of boys that were looking at her with
terrified expressions on their faces. “I thought I’d be glad to be back, but…”
“Don’t worry about them. This is where we belong, like it or not.” Cora huffed,
wrapping an arm around the other girl’s shoulders to lead her out of the
library. “Have you been practicing?”
“We’re not allowed to outside of school, remember? I was in enough trouble
because of…”
“You honestly have missed much in any of the magic classes, but that history
class, you’re going to be so lost.” Cora moved her hand off of her cousin and
sighed. “We should probably go practice though, since you haven’t been able
to.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Practice is the only way you’re going to learn to control it. I’ve been…
practicing a lot.” Cora shrugged. “It’s getting a lot easier to…”
“Getting the magic out isn’t my problem Cora, it’s controlling it once it’s
out.” Malia wrapped her arms around her torso. “And controlling what kind of
magic…”
“You’ll get there, I know you will.”
Malia stood on the side line of the practice room, which was just an empty room
with nothing to accidently destroy if a spell went awry. Cora was throwing
energy balls at one of the targets painted on the wall. A couple of the other
students were practicing slightly more complicated spells on the other side.
Cora stopped and turned to Malia with a sigh. “Come on, you’ll be fine.”
“I’m good really.” Malia put her hands up, but Cora just pulled her in front of
the target she had been using.
She stared at for a while before she looked down at her hand. Biting her lip,
she let magic flow into her hand. With a groan, she brought up the energy ball
in front of her. It was a swirling mess of black and dark blue, unlike the
pale-yellow energy balls that Cora and most other witches formed.
“Malia, it’s okay. Your magic runs a little dark, just control it.” Cora smiled
at her when Malia gave her helpless look.
When Malia threw it, it richoted and several of the other witches were
screaming as he flew towards them. Some moved out of the way while others
brought up barriers, making it bounce around more. Once it fizzled away, all
eyes went to Malia, who was running out of the room, Cora on her heels.
“Wait, Malia!”
“No! I can’t do this!” Malia yelled back, not stopping in her retreat. Cora
groaned as she continued following, not sure what else to say that didn’t sound
like a cat poster.
Malia only stopped when one of the teachers moved into her path. She looked up
at him with a grimace.
“Everything alright?”
“Everything is fine.” She clenched her jaw as she looked away.
Cora huffed when she finally caught up, glancing at the teacher. “We were just
getting some practice in, since Malia was out for a few weeks, but…”
“But?” He tilted his head slightly as he looked at Cora, then turned his gaze
back to Malia. “I didn’t think sending you away would help with the control
problems you’re having. You need extra tutoring, away from other students.”
“What? I can’t…” Malia glared at him, but he just smiled.
“I’ll talk to the headmaster, there are a few upper classmen might be able to
help you, if you’re willing to master your powers.”
Malia didn’t say anything as she continued to glare at him. He chuckled and
walked away. Cora moved to look at Malia, who just sighed and continued to move
to their dorm without saying anything to her cousin.
Chapter End Notes
     Next chapter we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming.
***** Chats *****
Chapter Notes
     I didn't forget about this, I've just been really excited and
     motivated to work on my two new fics. I recently did a thing and
     graduated from college, so until I get a big girl job, I have
     infinite free time to work on these writing things I do and cry about
     having no job.
     Enjoy?
Stiles was sitting at his desk, his leg bouncing nervously as stared at the
crystals that were forming and falling in front of him. Ore was standing
nearby, pretending that he wasn’t watching him carefully. It was only making
him more anxious.
“You’re getting quite proficient at that.” Ore finally looked at him.
Huffing, Stiles let the last few piles of crystals fall, the resulting mist
reabsorbing into his hands. “Thanks.”
“Perhaps you should call Scott. When was the last time you spoke with him?”
“It’s been a few days.” Stiles groaned as he dropped his head on the bed. “What
do I tell him? That I have to make a choice between becoming a popsicle or
letting my entire species die.”
“That’s exactly what you need to tell him.”
“And after that? How I am supposed to keep… Fairies and werewolves should be
able to live for hundreds of years, but we’re not going to get as many as even
humans.” He turned his head to look at his bodyguard. “How can I do that to
him?”
“I can’t tell you what you should do, majesty. Only you can make a choice about
what to do, and what to tell others about those choices. But, I think you need
to talk to your mate.”
“I know, but it’s just so hard. We’re just kids.”
“If you were human, you and Scott would be just children, but you are both
legal adults.”
“We weren’t raised surrounded by what we are, we’re still in school. The world
is so different than when all the laws that tell me I’m old enough… for
anything. I’m in charge of an entire species. I got fucking married.”
Ore put a hand on his shoulder. “You will be okay, you’re strong Stiles.”
“You’re not really good at pep talks.”
“I’m amazing at pep talks, I’m just used to having to help Rayon with much
simpler relationship problems.”
“What I wouldn’t give to have normal problems.” Stiles got up from his chair,
pausing when he heard his door open. Florian walked in, Rayon following him.
“Hey lil bro.” Florian smiled at him and Stiles just stared at him. The older
fairy’s smile fell and he sighed. “So, I’m meeting one of Mom’s old contacts in
a bit, and I figured I’d come get the dirt on why you’re acting like an
asshole.”
“I’m being an asshole?” Stiles glanced at Ore, who just shrugged. “Who is it,
Mom’s contact?”
“Oh, so you’re going to deflect?” Florian crossed his arms.
“No, I just want to know because… I’ll… I’ll tell you what’s going on, just
please?” Stiles moved to sit on the bed. Florian moved a little closer.
“Her name’s Opal.”
“Fuck.” Stiles put his face in his hands. “I’ve met her. Please… don’t meet
with her.”
“Stiles…” Florian sank to his knees in front of the teen, moving his hands away
from his face. “What did she do?”
“Do you know that fairy powers originally came from crystals?”
“Of course, it’s like a fairy bed time story. The crystals all disappeared and
we were able to move away from the source.” Florian spoke softly, his face
cautious. “But it’s not just a story.”
“It wasn’t them disappearing that let us move.” Stiles held out his hands,
crystals forming in his hands. “The crystals are inside of all of us, but we
still need solid crystals to… transfer the power.”
“I don’t like where this is going.”
“Royal fairies… the crystals inside of us can… we can… we can become crystal,
and become the source of power for other fairies.”
Florian’s eyes went wide as he stood up, pacing across the room a few times.
“So… this is what’s been…”
Stiles very quickly gave the rest of the explanation about crystals and at some
point Florian sat on the floor with his head on his knees. When he finished, he
moved off the bed to sit next to his brother.
“So… my dad… and Mom knew… and you… fuck Stiles.” Florian looked at him, his
hands shaking slightly. “I see why you’ve been having such a hard time.”
“Florian, don’t go see Opal. I-I… I don’t have a good feeling about this. I
don’t want to lose you to this.” Stiles looked at him seriously.
“Come with me. Stiles, I’ll be okay. If becoming a crystal antenna is what I
need to do to help, then damn it…” Florian laid back on the floor. “I’m not in
any hurry, but I’m cool with it.”
“Oleander is going to kill you if he finds out.” Stiles prodded his brother’s
side with his foot.
“Only if he finds out. And he’s not going to, about either of us. He’d mother
hen us so hard.” Florian smacked at Stiles’ foot. “I know he’d care more about
us and our safety than the whole of our species.”
Stiles didn’t say anything as he moved his foot back in so he could hug his
leg.
“I don’t envy the choice you have to make, bro. But I’m here for you, whatever
choice you make.” Florian moved off the floor. “And I’m meeting Opal, but I’d
like you come with me.”
With a sigh, Stiles held out his hand for his brother to help him up. Once they
were both up, they both looked at the two bodyguards that were having a silent
argument by the door.
“By the way, you need to tell Scott.” Florian looked at Stiles, making the teen
groan again.
“So, everyone keeps telling me.”
*-*-*-*-*-*
“Is there a reason you smell like the new English teacher and sex?” Scott
asked, not looking up from his homework when Derek walked into his room.
“I don’t… I-I…” Derek groaned, shutting the door behind him. “It doesn’t
matter. That’s not why I’m here.”
“Whatever.” Scott huffed, turning in his chair to look at the older alpha.
“What is it then?”
“Duecalion is going to be coming this weekend to start your… initiation for the
Council.” Derek watched as Scott’s face went on a journey of emotion. “You
don’t need to be okay by the time he gets here, but you need to get it together
enough to act okay.”
“I don’t know if I can do that. Stiles is…”
“You need to forget about Stiles for a little bit. You have your own life, your
own responsibilities.” Derek huffed, crossing his arms. “You’re an alpha, and
soon to be the youngest person to join the Alpha Council, the first in like
fifty years. It’s a big deal Scott.”
“I know!” Scott snapped, standing up. “I know! But Stiles…”
“Is at his school living his own life! Trying to take his rightful place as the
ruler of his own people! I know that he isn’t okay right now, but until he
opens up to you about it, you can’t do anything!”
Scott stared at him for a long time before letting himself fall back into the
chair. “You’re right. I just… I’ve spent my entire life with him by my side,
and not that we’re bound he’s not here… It’s been hard to focus.”
“Hasn’t he always had a hard time focusing? Maybe it’s just the bond?” Derek
smirked at the younger boy, who let out a huff of laughter.
“I didn’t think of that.”
“You’ve been pretty distracted.”
“I’ll be able to handle Duecalion, I promise. You and your mom and don’t need
to worry about it.”
“My mom worries even more when people tell her not to.”
“I think that might be a mom thing. My mom’s been hovering.”
Derek chuckled as he sat on Scott’s bed. “You should come over so Mom can brief
you so you’re prepared for this weekend.”
Scott groaned and sunk into his chair as he covered his face.
***** Telling the Truth *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey look, I finally updated again! I went way more complicated with
     this plot than I needed too and now we're all paying for it by me
     hardly updating.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Stiles stood against the post of his bed, and his council had varying looks of
shock and terror. He had just gotten done telling them the choice he would have
to make and the fate that Florian had signed himself up for.
Pheea was the first to speak, standing up from the loveseat next to her brother
and waved her hands dismissively. “Hold the fucking phone, you’re joking,
right? This is some kind of joke, right?”
“I wish we were.” Stiles sighed, glancing at his brother, who looking a little
queasy. He’d seen the crystals under the school gotten more information from
Opal, but still he signed up to become a crystal in a few years, when and where
they needed him. Oleander was going to kill them.
“So, the ‘royal’ status of fairies like the two of you… it was never about
ruling, it’s about being the source for other fairies.” Lydia furrowed her
brows together. “The titles and authority are just consolations for your
sacrifice.”
“Nothing else has to give up their lives to sustain their powers, why do we?
And why does it have to be you?” Blaire looked like she was about to cry.
“I don’t know why.” Stiles looked down and closed his eyes.
“What are you going to do?” Finn pulled his sister back down next to him,
trying to calm her down now that she was all but in hysterics.
“I don’t know yet. It’s… it’s…”
“Unfair.” Blaire, Lydia, and Pheea said in unision. Stiles just nodded, then
glanced at Miss Sunvalley, who hadn’t said anything yet.
“Did you know?”
“No. My parents were both royal fairies, so I knew there was something,
something about the King, about Royals… a dark secret, but I had no idea it was
something like this.” She looked up at him and frowned. “I’m sorry Stiles. If I
had known…”
“What would you have done? I don’t see how knowing any sooner would’ve changed
anything…”
“You could’ve chosen to not go down the road you did, you could’ve let Scott
go.”
“It doesn’t matter what could have been. I’m bound to Scott, and I have to make
this choice. There’s nothing I can do to change it now.” Stiles swallowed hard.
“I still haven’t told him.”
“You think it’s a good idea, to tell him? It’s only going to…” Miss Sunvalley
started.
“Scott is already worried, and I owe him an explanation as to why I’ve been
freaking out for the last few weeks. I can’t make this choice without him at
least knowing I have to make it.”
“Not to add to your stress, but you should be going into heat again next week
sometime.” Lydia sighed, moving to stand next to him. “You and him need to
figure that out, because I remember you telling me that you weren’t going to go
through that alone again.”
“You totally just skyrocketed my stress level.” Stiles glared at her.
“And that big party is the week after that, so you might want to get that
speech about you and Scott ready if you’re still planning on coming clean to
the public about you and him.”
“It’s like you want me to have a panic attack or something. Anything else any
one wants to tell me?”
“You have a meeting with the old council during your lunch tomorrow.” Miss
Sunvalley supplied.
“That was a rhetorical question.” Sighing, Stiles made a dismissive gesture.
“Everyone get out, I need to call Scott.”
Everyone moved quickly, thankful that he was finally going to talk to his mate.
He sent Scott a text. ‘Free to Skype?’
A few minutes later he got a reply ‘give me a few minutes’
Stiles took a few sobering breaths as he pulled up his computer and waited. He
pulled up a site about human heats and the little calendar in the corner of his
computer. Repeatedly, he counted to find out exactly when he’d go into heat
again, if it was regular. Since it was only his second heat, he doubted it
would be.
“Hey?” Scott said when he finally called him. Stiles smiled at him weakly,
searching the werewolf’s face. He looked so tired.
“I’m really, sorry, about the last few… weeks. I-I found out some things about
myself that I-I… I’m not really sure how to tell you this.”
“Stiles, whatever it is…” He looked so worried, and he wasn’t going to get any
less worried once he knew.
“But, before I tell you, there’s something else.” Stiles rubbed the back of his
neck. “I’m going to go into heat either next Thursday or Friday.”
Scott’s face went bright red as he stared at his screen with wide eyes. After a
few moments, he coughed and nodded. “Where are we going to meet?”
“I don’t know yet. I-I’m terrified that it’s going to start early or late… or…”
Stiles covered his face with his hands, suddenly realizing his third fear. That
it wouldn’t come at all and that he was already pregnant.
“Whenever it happens, I’m going to be there with you. I promise that you’re not
going through this alone again.” Scott moved closer to the camera with a soft
smile. “This will be easier once we… come out to everyone.”
“So, you still want to do that?” Stiles sighed, moving his hands onto his
knees.
“Of course. I want it to be us that tells everyone, I don’t want it to be some
other source or something…”
“No, you’re right… I just…” Chewing on his lip, he held his hands out in front
of him, palms up and in view of the camera. “I need to tell you what’s been
bothering me before I chicken out.”
Scott’s eyes went wide when the crystals formed in Stiles’ hands, and they
tears started spilling down his cheeks as Stiles told him what the crystals
meant, for him, for fairies, for them. He didn’t say anything and Stiles’ heart
was pounding in his chest.
“Scott?”
“This isn’t… fuck…” Scott rubbed his eyes, sobbing a few times. “I’ll miss you
so much, this isn’t fucking fair.”
“I haven’t decided yet Scott.” Stiles said it softly. He should’ve waited to do
this in person. He wanted to wipe the tears off the werewolf’s face.
“Why the hell not? Stiles, an entire goddamn species is depending on you!”
“Would you do it? Give up everything to save the werewolves?” He closed his
eyes, tears coming to his eyes now.
“I-I…” Scott paused and sobbed a few times. “I don’t know… But I don’t…”
“Then don’t try to play it off like it’s so easy. I know that no matter what I
choose, we, my friends, we’re going to suffer. On one hand, I give up my life
for the fairies, but I leave you alone and leave my friends knowing what I gave
up for them. One the other, we get to be together for a long time, but we have
to live that there were thousands of people who had to die for it to happen.”
“I-I… I think you should do it…” Scott said about several moments of silence.
Stiles looked at the screen, his mouth hanging open slightly. “I-I… this is
your choice. I can’t make it for you, but I think you should do it. You can’t…
please don’t make this decision just because of me.”
“Scott…”
“We’re going to have years together still, and I will enjoy every moment with
you, we’ll make the most of it.” Scott reached for the screen like he wanted to
hold him. Stiles reached for the screen too.
“I-I… I have time to make up my mind, I just thought you should know.” Stiles
sighed when he finally retracted his hand. “Thank you, for… for everything.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll always be here for you.” Scott smiled at him and it made
Stiles feel a little choked. He might not always be there for him. “Let me know
the plans for your heat, I’ll be there.”
Stiles nodded, closing his eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Once they finished saying their goodbyes, Stiles shut his computer and laid
back on his bed. Tears were streaming down his eyes and he knew that Scott was
doing the exact same thing.
Chapter End Notes
     Duecalion will be staring in the next chapter, then we'll be getting
     to see the love birds share Stiles' heat, and then the party! And
     major plot things!
***** Trials of Initiation *****
Chapter Notes
     It's been a long time? Sorry :(
     One of the reasons this took so long is I never bothered to figure
     out exactly what the Trials in the title are... still haven't. Eh?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“You ready, to face Duecalion?” Derek asked as he drove.
“Yeah.” Scott sighed as he looked out the window. “I finally know what’s been
wrong with Stiles. I’m glad he finally told me, but…”
“But know that you know, you’re worried about it and just just him.” The older
alpha gave him an understanding look.
“It’s a choice he has to make, not now, and not soon… but it’s a difficult
choice, one that he has to make.” He rested his head back as they turned into
the long Hale driveway. “I’m focusing on whatever it is I have to do, promise.”
“Good. He’ll probably leave the history lessons that you need, all the vows
you’ll have to take to my mother.” He slammed on the breaks as a deer ran in
front of them. “He’ll probably be mostly be preparing you for the physical
tests you’ll have to do.”
“Tests?”
“They’re called tests, but they’re just formalities at this point, tradition.”
Derek explained as he continued driving, slower now. “The vote means that
you’re in the council, you just need to jump through some hoops before you
actually get to start acting like you’re in the council.”
“So that’s why there’s so much preparation.” Scott rubbed his shoulder with a
grimace. “Is there anything you and the rest of the pack need to do?”
“Yes, but Deucalion should be focused on what you need to do.” Derek pulled in
next to his sister’s car and turned off the engine. “It would be a problem if
he did do that pack stuff. A key member of our pack isn’t here.”
“My mate.” Scott huffed, getting out of the car.
Derek looked around once they were out of the car. “Looks like he left his
envoy at home this time, and it’s probably just him.”
Once they were inside, Peter boredly announced that Talia and Deucalion were
waiting in Talia’s office for them. Scott didn’t even look at him or
acknowledge him as he walked a step ahead of Derek.
The door to the office was open, and Deucalion was talking about a pair of
young alphas he had just added to his pack. Talia looked less than assumed by
the story, looking up at Scott and her son when they entered.
“Ah, young Alpha McCall, and Derek.” Deucalion turned his face towards them,
grinning.
“Alpha Deucalion.” Derek nodded at him, frowning. “I’ll be going then…”
“No, as Scott’s second, you are privy to all of this information as well.”
Deucalion glanced at Talia who nodded. “Let’s go somewhere a little more
comfortable.”
“I’ll ask Peter to find somewhere else to watch his shows and check his
twitter.” Derek left. Scott could here Derek growling at the older werewolf.
Scott was zoning out mostly while Deucalion was listing everything he and his
pack needed to do for his initiation into the council. There was so much, and
everything sounded complicated. His head was going to explode trying to
remember that on the day of initiation. He glanced at Derek, who looked like he
was paying close attention and taking mental notes. Derek was the best second.
By the time the Deucalion had finished talking, it was late. There was only
time for a few things. Deucalion wanted to know how well Scott could control
his shift and how well he fought.
“How will he even know if I’m shifted?” Scott asked Derek quietly, rolling his
shoulders. He spent most of his time trying to fight the shift, so he hadn’t
done it at all since camp.
“The sounds of your bones rearranging, the slight change in scent.” Derek
crossed his arms, looking over at Deucalion warily. “He’s going to ask about
your anchor.”
Scott nodded. “I’ve never seen you full shift.”
“We’ll talk about it later.” Derek turned his gaze to the ground, a pained look
on his face. Scott nodded and took a few steps away from Derek. He shifted
first into the partial shift, fangs and claws. Deucalion’s expression didn’t
change at all as he was facing Scott’s general direction. Once he was in his
full shift, he heard the man made a small sound of amusement. He felt Derek’s
presence heavily in that form, feeling him keeping himself in a state of false
calm.
“What’s your anchor, Scott?” Deucalion asked once he looked human again. Scott
swallowed hard, looking down at the ground. The other werewolf would know if he
was lying, so he just had to vague.
“Stiles.”
“The King of the Fae?” Deucalion really sounded amused. “Odd.”
“He and I have been friends for a long time, he was there during my first
shift.”
Nodding, he folding up his cane and attached it to his belt. “It is difficult,
to be away from a person that is your anchor, and yet you seem to be very
controlled.”
“I worked extra hard to be able to utilize him as my anchor when we found out
that we’d be separated.” Scott was scared to fight Deucalion. He’d heard
stories of the kinds of things the blind man could do; he was a legend among
werewolves.
“Who trained you in fighting?” He was unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them
up now.
“Derek mostly, Laura a little.” Scott focused on the blind werewolf. “I’ve
never been in a real fight before.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The first round, Scott was face first in the dirt before he even knew what hit
him. Derek helped him up, since he was too surprised and embarrassed to get up
on his own. Deucalion didn’t give him much time to steady himself before he hit
him again. He lasted longer, blocking several of the other alpha’s blows until
he put in a body lock, claws touching his neck.
By the time that Talia came out to yell at them, Deucalion was satisfied with
Scott’s fighting skills. They were apparently excellent for his age and lack of
experience. Scott felt exhausted as Derek clamped his hand on his shoulder to
keep him upright.
“Why don’t you stay the night?” Derek raised his eyebrows at him. Scott nodded
with a frown.
Scott had a few texts from Stiles asking if he was okay. He felt mortified
telling Stiles that he was just beaten by an old blind man.
The rest of the weekend was spent with Deucalion testing his endurance and his
strength. Scott didn’t get many breaks, and they ones he did get only came when
Talia came to force Deucalion to give him one. The tension between the two
adult alphas was thick, and it make Scott nervous. He half expected the two of
them to just start fighting right there.
When Deucalion finally left, Scott could do nothing but lay on the Hale’s couch
and pant. The man had given him things to work on, promising that they spend
more time together after the big gala, because of course he was invited to
that.
“You did well.” Peter’s voice came from somewhere above him.
He was too exhausted to even be scared, so he just let out a small growl as he
covered his eyes with his arm.
Peter chuckled. “You’re really turning into a real alpha, but you could still
use some help.”
“Why don’t you help yourself and stop talking to me?”
“Oh? What exactly are you going to do?” Peter’s tone was mocking, and flirty.
It pissed him off. “You look so tired that you’d have no choice but to lie
there and take it.”
Scott let out another little growl, and he smelled another alpha enter the room
and fear roll off Peter.
“He might be too tired to fight back Uncle, but I’m not too tired to defend my
alpha.” Derek said, the threat obvious in his voice.
Peter just hummed and retreated. Derek moved closer to Scott, still tense.
“You alright?”
“I’ll let you know when my heartrate goes back to normal.
Chapter End Notes
     So, next chapter is going to be some straight lore and laws and
     stuff, which I hope to have finished soon. And then smut!
     Also, I forgot for a while, and you might've too, but Scott and
     Stiles are fifteen in this story? They're -fifteen- and they have to
     go through all this shit. Why did I do this to them? I'm a horrible
     person.
***** Body Heat *****
Chapter Notes
     Apparently I lied about lore this chapter? Sorry.
     Also, sorry that I haven't updated in forever, I've been very focused
     on my VLD WIP and I also just got a job. I only got to finish this
     today because power went out at work so I got to come home early.
     But! I have an outline written for this, which only includes major
     plot points and not random like character/relationship development in
     the middle of all that plot, but hey, it's something!
Scott had just left the cafeteria, it was Friday, so he was more than ready for
the school day to be over. Erica and Isaac were both whining about something,
but he hadn’t actually been paying them any attention because he was pretty
sure it was stupid. He paused when he smelled a familiar scent, a fairy.
“Scott! Scott!” Rayon’s voice called, and Scott turned to see the fairy running
towards him, pushing through the teenagers.
“Is he…?” Scott moved quickly to meet him. “Stiles… is he?”
Rayon nodded. “I know it’s the middle of the day, but…”
“No, take me to him.” Scott turned to look back at where his pack was standing.
“Don’t worry, Boyd and I will cover for your classes.” Erica’s voice cut
through the crowd.
“I’ll let your mom know.” Isaac reassured him.
“Thanks guys.” Scott smiled as he turned back to the fairy. “Let’s go.”
On the drive, Scott kept fidgeting, he felt like Stiles. He didn’t say anything
to Rayon and Rayon didn’t say anything to him. When he finally stopped in front
of a hotel, he nodded at him as he got out.
“Ore has the key, he’ll be looking for you in the lobby.”
Scott took the key from the other fairy, nodding when he was told the room
number, then he was practically running towards the elevators. He could hear
pitiful moans and whimpers from inside, the unmistakable scent of an omega in
heat, his omega was stronger and stronger as he got closer to the door. The ‘do
not disturb’ sign was already hanging on the knob.
“Hey…” Scott sunk to his knees next to the bed. Stiles was naked, his skin
glistening with sweat. The scent of desire, of need was making Scott’s mind go
foggy.
“Why are you still wearing clothes?” Stiles reached for him, cupping his cheek.
“I need you.”
Scott smiled as he started tugging off his shirt. “I’m here, I’m here Stiles.”
Once Scott’s shirt was off, he moved onto taking off his pants. Stiles reached
out and touched his chest, whimpering as he visibly shook. The sound prompted
Scott to move a little quicker. He moved so he was looming over Stiles once he
was completely unclothed. He was already painfully hard.
Stiles spread his legs wide as he pulled Scott down to kiss him. Scott pressed
his fingers against the fairy’s hole, making Stiles shudder and whimper into
his mouth.
“Fuck… you’re so…” Scott pulled his lips away, pushing three fingers into
Stiles’ ass easily. He was already sloppy and wet.
“I c-can’t… need it, can’t wait…” Stiles closed his eyes tightly. “Already
waited too long…”
Pulling his fingers out, Scott repositioned himself so he closer to Stiles, his
dick lined up with Stiles’ waiting hole. “I got you…”
The sound Stiles made when Scott pushed inside of him slowly almost made him
cum. Scott’s head was spinning, the mix of the Stiles’ scent and the heat
around his dick was too much. By the way Stiles was whimpering and shaking, it
probably wouldn’t be long before he came too.
“You okay?” Scott pressed his forehead against Stiles’.
Stiles sobbed as he clawed at Scott’s back. He bucked his hips to get some
stimulation, and too tell Scott to move because he was too wrecked to actually
say anything. Scott took the hint and started at a steady pace.
Tears fell down Stiles’ face after his second orgasm. Scott kissed the tear
tracks, telling him reassuring things as he continued pounding into him. The
werewolf was so close and he was losing control over his movements.
“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!” Stiles’s voice broke as Scott’s knot inflated inside
of him. A few more thrusts and they were both coming together.
“Shit…” Scott panted as he dropped on top of Stiles.
Stiles closed his eyes tightly. “Nope, don’t say it… it’s not happening.”
Taking a few deep breaths, Scott moved up onto his elbows to look down at
Stiles. Stiles shook his head and put his hands over the wolf’s mouth.
“Let’s take a nap… I’m exhausted…” Stiles rested his head back. “This isn’t
over.”
It had been hours since Scott had gotten there and he was completely exhausted,
and he knew that it would days that he’d have to keep up with Stiles. He could
see that Stiles was frustrated with him own body, the constant need for
release.
“Hey…” Scott cupped Stiles cheek as they laid facing each other. They had just
laid back down after refueling. “How about we try something different.”
“I think we’ve gone through most of the gay Kamasutra at this point Scott.”
Stiles said tiredly, his eyes still closed.
“No, I mean…” Scott took a deep breath. “I want you inside me.”
Stiles’ eyes shot open and he looked at Scott with disbelief. “Are… are you…”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I want this, I want you.” Scott kissed him. “I trust you.”
“What position?” Stiles pressed in a little closer as he ran his fingers
through Scott’s hair.
They stayed on their sides, but with Scott’s back pressed against Stiles. An
arm was around him tightly as Stiles’ other hand very gently opened him up.
Scott held the hand on his chest tightly as he bit his lip to keep himself from
making noises.
“It’s okay, I want to hear you… I want to make sure I’m not hurting you…”
Stiles kissed the back of Scott’s neck as he continued moving his fingers.
“Your fingers are so long…” Scott groaned as he pressed his ass back. “Your
scent is…”
Stiles let his fingers fall out of Scott. “You ready?”
Scott pressed his head back into Stiles, trying to arch his neck so he could
see his mate. “Yeah… please… Stiles…”
The noise that Scott let out when Stiles pushed into him slowly made Stiles cum
before he was even completely seated. He was still painfully hard though.
“Fuck.” Scott breathed out as he reached back and grabbed at Stiles’ waist.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… it’s good… keep going.”
They came together at the end, screaming each other’s names. Stiles didn’t pull
out as he nuzzled into Scott’s neck. “Thank you.”
It was early Monday morning when Stiles felt the heat break. He got out of bed
and looked over himself. Scott reached for him.
“It’s over… I need… I need a shower…” Stiles looked down at Scott who just
nodded and started to get out of bed too. “I-I… I could use some alone time
too… just a few minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll grab one when you’re done then.” Scott let go of his hand and
settled back into the bed.
After they were both showered, they sat cuddled up on the loveseat, neither of
them looking towards the bed which was covered in every bodily fluid
imaginable.
“So, how pregnant do you think I am?” Stiles asked as he rested his head on
Scott’s shoulder.
“I’m hoping not at all.” Scott sighed, pulling Stiles closer to him gently.
“But, it’s pretty likely… and we’ll deal with it.”
Stiles let out a distressed noise as he looked up at Scott. “I’m not ready to
be a dad… and how do I even give birth? I mean…”
“Let’s not worry before we need to.” Scott soothed his fingers through Stiles’
hair. “When do you think you’ll know?”
“Well, this time next month… I’ll either go into heat or I won’t…” Stiles bit
his lip. “I bet it’ll make my powers go all wonky… and morning sickness… oh…
fucking…”
Scott kissed him gently. “You’re not going to be going through this alone,
you’ll have me and the pack, your council… our parents, your brothers…”
“I know… I’m just… with everything else that is going on… I don’t want this
right now.”
“Me either.”
***** The Announcement *****
Chapter Notes
     Let me just throw this at you and run away.
     Sorry its been so long.
The large ballroom was crowded with people, the sounds from them talking among
themselves was almost deafening as Stiles and his council stood on the other
side of the curtain. Stiles’ publicist had waited for the last minute to
announce that the identity of his mate was finally going to revealed, and still
the press had made sure that they were all there. As Lydia read off the list of
reporters the day before, Stiles almost passed out.
Miss Sunvalley had just finished listing off the human world leaders that had
shown up or sent a representative. There were people from countries Stiles
couldn’t even find on a map.
And them the twin started listing off the fairies. Of course the whole old
council, the headmaster of every fairy academy, and too many royals for them to
even name off.
  Blaire got the pleasure of telling him the other non-humans that had actually
made it. Three members of the Alpha council brought their spouses, heirs, and
seconds, including Talia and Duecalion. Two had sent their heirs and one had
sent their second. Scott had brought along the whole pack – Erica and Isaac
were terrorizing the hoity-toity crowd by their mere presence. All three High
Witches were in attendance. And a whole host of Elder Vampires were scattered
around the room, keeping to themselves. And then the young students of all
species that Lydia had requested from the other leaders, which included
Jackson, Danny, Malia, and Cora.
It was a full house.
“Stop.” Stiles swatted at Lydia’s as she adjusted his attire again. “At this
point, this is as good as it’s going to get.”
Her eyes went to the bite mark, still healing from Scott biting him again while
he was in heat a week ago, completely exposed by the sheer top Stiles had
draped around himself. “Are you sure this is what you want to wear?”
“Too late to change my mind now.” Stiles looked over at the clock. “It’s time
for you to give your welcome address with the rest of the council.”
“You sure you’re ready for this?”
“No.” Closing his eyes, Stiles thought to Scott, wondering exactly where he was
in the crowd. An image of the stage flashed through his mind in reply. “But we
can’t keep hiding it.”
Nodding, Lydia pulled him into a quick hug. Then she went through the small gap
in the curtain, the other members of the council following behind her with no
prompting.
Stiles listened to Lydia speak. Authority heavy in her voice, she spouted
standard words of peace and prosperity. The whole council had been working on
her speech for weeks and the collective turned it into text book diplomacy. It
was almost painful to listen to.
Then she switched gears. Talking about him, and his announcement. It didn’t
make sense to beat around the bush, they were doing it right away. And it’s not
like with his wardrobe choices, he could even try to talk about any else once
he made his appearance.
As he started walking on stage, he felt a strong rush of encouragement from
both Scott and Lydia. It helped a lot, especially as there was a wave of
shocked gasping as he walked towards the stage and the cameras projecting onto
the screen focused on the mark Scott had left on display.
“Good afternoon.” Stiles let his mouth quirk up a little as he put his hands
firmly on either side of the podium, to keep himself from visibly shaking. “As
you can see, my Nature Bond is with a werewolf. And I’m sure most of you
understand why I would hide that fact. Werewolves and the Fae have historically
been at odds with each other, and seeing the crowd before me, I see that they
still are. My people and my True Mate’s people putting the entire rest of the
world between themselves.”
Stiles watched as everyone looked to either side of each other, murmuring when
they noticed all the fairies were on the far left of the room and the
werewolves were on the far right, humans, vampires, and witches between them as
a buffer. “I’m sure for many of the fairies and the wolves, it wasn’t
conscious. A few of each noticed where the other group was and put distance
between each other to avoid conflict, then the rest grouped with their own. But
the humans, vampires, and witches, even if I can see them grouped together,
they’re still intermingled with each other.”
Again people looked around, taking note of how true what he said was.
“Hiding my relationship with the constant scrutiny was so difficult, but we
knew that being open wouldn’t be much easier. Both of our people would look at
us and reject the relationship, which is why we have to make it public.
Whatever forces determine soulmates set us on this path, and we think it may
have been to finally put an end to the conflict between our people.”
Closing his eyes, Stiles took a few centering breaths. For the first time since
the doors were opened, the room was completely silent. He hadn’t rehearsed most
of this, but he thought he was doing pretty well. But the next part was the
hardest. The world could hate him for having a werewolf mate, but putting Scott
on the spot was too much.
With his eyes still closed, he spoke again. “If you’re still sure you want to
get everything out in the open, please, love, join me on stage.”
Stiles could feel Scott’s nervousness pulsating through him, but also the
determination. He opened his eyes and saw Scott moving away from where he was
standing between Duecalion and Talia. A soft smile spread across his face as
Scott looked up at him.
Eyes followed Scott as they noticed the movement, people moving out of his way.
The werewolves jumping out of his way like they were suddenly afraid of his
touch. Stiles moved the side of the stage to wait near the stairs.
Stiles reached out for Scott’s hand as the werewolf made it the top of the
stairs. Scott took it with a tight grip, pulling Stiles close to him. Their
lips pressed together for a soft kiss. There was shrieking, gasping, growling,
swearing, and noises that could only be the inhumans loosing control over their
powers.
When they pulled away, it was so hard, but there were questions being shouted
up at the stage now. Stiles and Scott looked at each other for a second,
quickly and silently communicating the way they always could. Then they were
moving to the podium, their hands still linked.
“My Nature Bound, my True Mate, Alpha Scott McCall.” Stiles said once he was in
front of the microphone again. Scott stood beside him, his eyes focused on the
fairy as he squeezed his hand. “And now, if you promise to do so civilly, we’re
opening to answering your questions.”
 
 
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