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biggukuma · 28 days

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A fanfiction or a series (my god, a series about this) in which Eli explains (in the voiceover for the series?) just how weird his family is.

Starting with Eli's many aunts and uncles, 3/4 of whom share no blood ties with him. ( Yes, the puppy pack is part of the Hale pack. Yes, Alec was Eli's babysitter. )

( Erica and Boyd would have twins about the same age as Eli. Why would that be? I have no idea. )

( For those who love Scott/Isaac/Allison, they would have 4 children. Yes, exactly, so that 3 of them would come from duos and the last one would come into the world thanks to the magic and presence of 3 DNAs. )

(The whole pack would not live in the huge mansion that is the Stilinski-Hale mansion. Thiam and Morey would have their own place. Sheriff would have refused to move in. )

Then his cousins, of all ages, each more unusual and annoying than the last. With whom he shares the same grimaces when they learn that most of their parents have gone out with each other.

( - Sweet Home Alabama-

- Shut up! )

His dziadzia, who had never been angry with him for ruining his wallpaper (he had every reason to be. They were horrible drawings-) and who had taught him to lie to his tata while making him promise never to lie, understood, you little rascal, when they went to get the greasiest order in the whole fast-food restaurant. And his babcia and his abuela and his abuelo and his tias and his tios and his primos and his primas he knew only in grave form.

Finally, his dads, who look like they hate each other half the time or would kill someone if it made the other half smile. His two dads who have criminal records but brunch with the station cops once a month. His two dads who are both biologically men and who have biologically managed to have a child together.

(Eli politely asks anyone who jokes about him being his parents' little shit to fuck off. His dads told him his tata had a C-section, okay ?!)

A fanfic or series in which we discover the famous Hale Pack that has risen from the ashes and is so feared and respected. Where we discover how Eli feels so alienated from the pack he loves and cherishes, so alienated from his family. How Eli feels he's not cut out to be the next Alpha of the pack. How certain Eli is that he'll never be anything like his incredible, powerful, famous dads, no matter how many times he's told he's the spitting image of Stiles or has Derek's eyes and sourwolf face.

Eli sees himself as the boring kid in this extraordinary family, the boring offspring of a rich heir to a famous werewolf pack, a bad boy with a tragic past in his youth, a DILF today with his dad's super skills, a fair and fierce true Alpha (alive and not DEAD) and an FBI agent as sarcastic as he is intelligent, a supernatural detective in his spare time, a fearsome spark, emissary and Alpha mate. Like the good old cliché of the character with no friends but his cousins and an overpowering entourage, so beloved and popular and so much more remarkable and interesting script-wise than he is.

(Perhaps Eli never could and never will be able to shift? Perhaps being human is in part the source of his fear.)

And being the good old cliché that he is, he apparently becomes interesting when he gets superpowers. (Stiles is not at all happy that the Nemeton has chosen him to be its guardian. In fact, no one in his family seems happy. Great.)

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sterekbros · 10 months

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You Led Me Home by Winchesterek | WIP

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Laura Hale, Laura Hale Lives, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Magic, The Magic Box, Magical Bond, Mates, Masturbation, Beta Derek Hale, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Fluff, Versatile Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Stiles lives in Beacon Hills. He’s always lived in Beacon Hills. He’s a Gajos and he’s descended from his mother’s Emissary line that is tied to the land, which is his to protect. He also happens to run a local magic shop, The Magic Box, and provides locals with plenty of fake magic spells to keep his business afloat; it also caters to his other clientele that come to him for real magic problems. He’s sort of the magic guru, being a druid and all. Enter Derek Hale, back from New York after years away with his sister, Laura. The Hale twins (Laura is a whole 45 seconds older, damnit, which she won’t let Derek forget) haven’t been back to Beacon Hills since their family burned. The Hales have returned to reclaim their family territory and deal with their estate, finally healing the loss they’ve harbored for so long. They also need an Emissary and Stiles doesn’t have an Alpha despite having a rag-tag group of supernatural creatures as his pack.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #eternalsterek #emissary stiles #alpha derek hale #magical stiles stilinski #stiles/derek #derek x stiles #stiles x derek #derek/stiles #twins laura and derek #my fic #mine

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stilesdemonbaby · 19 days

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Patience by acrowb

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“I need an emissary.” Peter says. Stiles scoffs, but Peter knows he has him, or they wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.

Tags: Magical Stiles Stilinski, Alpha & Emissary Relationship(s), Tattoos

Published: 2024-03-31

Words: 3,431

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up

#complete #2024 #words <5k #fic rec #steter #Patience #rating t #alpha peter #emissary stiles

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sterekxhale · 1 year

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tagged by @rosieposiepuddingnpie <3

i’ve been all over the place with my wips, but i wrote this scene this morning because i couldn’t get it out of my head. set in my road to ruin universe:

“Claudia, he’s going to be fine,” Talia said. Her voice the same calm and directive tone she used with her betas who were out of control. “He’s going to be great.”

She looked down at her baby in her arms, only two weeks old with squished eyes as he slept and a dusting of fine dark hair, and she felt all the things a new mom feels—absolute love and adoration, the willingness to sacrifice anything to protect him, and fear of what would come of him, of what the world would do to him.

“He’s powerful, I can feel it.”

“Which means he’ll be able to protect himself,” Talia said.

“He’ll draw the attention of others, and I might not be here to stop them.”

“The Hales will always protect their own.”

Together, they watched the Hale children run around the yard, chasing each other with vibrant yellow eyes and giggles. The youngest tackled her brother to the ground as their older sister egged her on, counting the seconds like it was an official wrestling match.

“If you could take that part of your children away and ensure their safety, wouldn’t you?” she asked.

Talia didn’t answer.

no pressure tags: @ohhalefire @exlibrisfangirl @mindofmim @myulalie

#emissary stiles #druid stiles #sterek fanfic #tag game #rtr

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littlemissagrafina · 1 year

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we're all in this (together)

@comfortember Day 11. Holding Hands + 12. Concern

Summary: "Scott!" Stiles yelled, staggering through the trees towards the writhing form of his best friend. Crashing to his knees next to him, Stiles trusted the rest of the pack to protect them while he worked.

Taking in the black tendrils that were already snaking their way up from the bullet was still embedded in Scott's side.

Shit, Stiles thought, his hands shaking for a small moment before he reined his panic in, instead shifting to try and inspect the bullet, muttering apologies when Scott grunted in pain.

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"Scott!" Stiles yelled, staggering through the trees towards the writhing form of his best friend. Crashing to his knees next to him, Stiles trusted the rest of the pack to protect them while he worked.

Taking in the black tendrils that were already snaking their way up from the bullet was still embedded in Scott's side.

Shit, Stiles thought, his hands shaking for a small moment before he reined his panic in, instead shifting to try and inspect the bullet, muttering apologies when Scott grunted in pain. He ignored the blood already soaking through the Alpha's shirt.

"Scott. Hey. Scott, Buddy. This is a different strain of wolfsbane than normal. It's acting way too fast. I need to get the bullet out to see if I can extract any of it to burn this out, okay?" He looked at Scott, brown eyes meeting brilliant red.

"Do it." Scott panted, and Stiles could see him gritting his teeth from the corner of his eye as he rolled the bloody shirt up and out of the way of the angry wound.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles focused as much as he could with the wounds of growls and bullets still going off behind them. He stared at where he could see the bullet and the lines of black spiralling out across Scott's skin. He watched it slowly pull back out, making sure that he didn't cause any more damage than was already done.

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief when it lifted out finally and dropped down into his waiting hand. He broke the bullet open, eyeing the darker dust with disdain. Taking a moment, he gently grabbed Scott's skew jaw, and made him focus on him.

'I was right, it's not a normal strain. There's enough here to burn it out but it will take longer. This strain is more fireproof than others, so it's a bitch to burn." He explained, face grim.

"I've been messing around with my Spark since I took over from Deaton. There's a thing that I can do that's pretty much exactly like the pain drain that all you guys can do and–"

He was interrupted by Scott growling, his eyes flashing red and Stiles could feel his own flash their silvery white glow back at him.

"No." He growled and Stiles glared at him, eyes still glowing.

"You would let any of the pack do it, you would do it (and have!) for me." Stiles snarled, sounding remarkably wolflike. "I'm your emissary, Scott, now shut up and hold my hand so I can burn you."

He didn't give the Alpha a chance to argue any more, grabbing his brother's hand and dumping the wolfsbane from the bullet into the wound. Stiles started siphoning the pain, summoning a small flame that I pressed against Scott's side.

Distantly, he was aware that there were no more growls and gunshots ringing through the trees.

His lungs froze, breath sticking in his chest as the waves of burning pain filled his senses. He refused to stop, not until Scott relaxed underneath his hands and his Spark told him that the wolfsbane was completely burned out.

The second he knew it was gone, he slumped forward over his brother, staring as the injury started healing, not looking away until it was gone. Only then did he stop draining Scott's pain but he didn't let go of his brother's hand.

He breathed, the waves of pain cut off when he'd released the intent, but there were phantom shocks of it dancing along his side.

Stiles sat back up, squeezing the hand he still held in his. "How are you feeling, Buddy?" He asked.

His Alpha frowned at him, a tightness around his mouth that Stiles wasn't used to seeing. "I'm fine, I promise. But I don't want you to do that again." He cut Stiles off, staring intently at him with still red eyes. The concern was clear in his voice and on his face. "Deaton told me that you might be able to do that one day. But I don't like it, Stiles. You can't heal as fast as us, even with your Spark and we can still be damaged irreparably or even die from draining too much pain from someone. I don't want you to hurt yourself just to protect us, to protect me. I won't let you do that to yourself."

Scott's eyes flickered back to brown, something fearful and sad in them that Stiles had seen reflected in his own for years.

"I can't lose you, too."

Stiles flung himself at his Alpha, his brother.

"I can't lose you either, Scotty. We've lost too many people, and I refuse to lose anyone else in our pack, in our family. But I'm your emissary, Scott. And you need to let me help and protect all of you, just like we let you do for us."

He squeezed his brother tighter to him, something relaxing in his chest when Scott rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, scenting him.

"We're in this together, okay?"

Scott nodded against him.

"Okay. Together." He echoed, and they both stood, walking to check on the rest of the pack, hands clasped between them.

Alpha and emissary.

Brothers and family.

#stiles stilinski #scott mccall #maccall pack #comfortember #comfortember 2022 #comfortember day 11 #teen wolf #fanficiton #wolfsbane #emissary stiles #spark stiles #alpha scott #pack #hurt/comfort

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feelsforsterek · 1 year

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↳ TRUE ALPHA DEREK HALE SUPREMACY!!

#derek hale #teen wolf #teen wolf spoilers #tyler hoechlin #alpha of my heart #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #teenwolfedit #hoechlinedit #gifs #he didn't die y'all #emissary stiles stilinski healed him right away but they had to fake his death so dumb heaux in beacon hills would mind their business #they took their son with them and are now living happily ever after #canon who #an alpha that sexy simply cannot die like those are facts #also so many people have come back from the dead in this show at this point like... get a grip #do y'all think he was sent to superhell for being gay

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christinesficrecs · 3 months

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hey i love your page constantly checking it everyday, keep up the good work 🥰❤️

There is this fic that i have been looking for and it’s the pack push stiles out and he ends up trying to kill himself at a hotel and there is an alpha near who saves him and takes him in as his son. Years later stiles is at an emissary convention looking for a pack and he chooses dereks pack.

I have been trying to find it but can’t remember the name. thank you again for all the hard work ❤️

Hey! I don't think I know this one.

bluemarbleplanet found it. Thank you!!!

The Son I Should Have Had by misteeirene | 18.7K

Stiles can't handle the pain from being pushed out of the pack and the fact that his dad would rather spend time with Scott instead of him so he decides to take his own life. Will he succeed, or will someone step in and save Stiles?

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #xo-kittycat-xo #emissary!stiles #lost and found

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years

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This might be a long shot, but I just finished going through the old “Emissary Stiles” tag on the tag page, and I’m wondering if there happens to be any new fics based off some in the tag. I’m specifically looking for there to be some kind of supernatural convention, the Hale and McCall Packs to be separate, with the McCall Pack holding BH territory and being considered popular/badass and then Derek being super into Stiles? If there’s nothing new, then could you choose a tag/trope that you really love and update it?

I got emissary!stiles and werewolf con.

Convention by Riera Drabbles (rieraclaelin)

(1/1 I 100 I General)

Drabble based off the words evening, amuse, realize.

A Worthy Mate by Star_crossed02

(1/1 I 779 I Teen)

It was a boy. A beautiful, fussy-haired mess of hormonal energy and genuine enjoyment. His eyes were pools of molten lava as the sunlight fell upon him, his hair just begging to be ruffled and his neck was long, thin and inviting.

The one where Derek gets jealous and finally pulls his head out of his ass.

Snake Oil And Mustard Seeds by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 1,201 I Teen)

Stiles has always wondered why some of his potions fail so spectacularly

Turns out, "Eye Of Newt" actually means "mustard seed", go figure! Boy is he going to have fun with this information

Indulgence by Inell

(1/1 I 2,500 I Explicit)

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

you in my bed by wulfnerd (nerdwrites)

(1/1 I 2,950 I Mature)

Stiles and Derek arrive at a special summit. There may be a little problem with their reservation.

Life has a Funny Way of Working by AJenno

(5/5 I 5,493 I Mature)

Stiles and Derek are in love okay? Like married/mated/forever together in love. They're great at communicating and always expressing themselves to each other. After all, it was a long road to get to where they are now so they're happy. And sometimes, life has a way of throwing obstacles at people. Now, life throws a particular obstacle in Derek and Stiles' way that they weren't expecting but hey, they know how to adapt. (Also there's a conference and Stiles is great at storytelling, especially with kids)

my best decision (has yet to be made) by only_one_word

(1/1 I 6,563 I Teen)

Stiles knows a couple things about Derek: Derek doesn’t like to speak in full sentences in the morning Similarly, he doesn’t like asking for help

Gods and Monsters by lavieboheme0919

(18/18 I 86,946 I Mature)

Derek and Stiles had a happy marriage and two kids. Derek was the Alpha of Beacon Hills and Stiles was his emissary, having gained vast control of magic through a rather dangerous means. One night, Derek has a moment of weakness and sleeps with a former flame. Stiles, in his drunken anger, does the same. Now their relationship is on the brink of an end. Both men still love each other, but the pain and lack of trust threaten to rip everything they've worked for to utter shreds. Meanwhile a dangerous force is looming. Can Stiles and Derek save their marriage while still trying to save the people of Beacon Hills?

run and hide by whiry

(36/36 I 174,966 I Teen)

"Unlike Derek, Stiles still remembers the first time they met. He remembers the confusion at the pull in his chest, tugging him to the boy with big ears and light eyes. He’d been in the grocery store with his mother and Derek with his, and they had all been minding their business, but Stiles had a niggling in the back of his head directing him toward Derek. And when their eyes met for the first time? Stiles’ heart about exploded. He remembers grabbing his chest and gasping and his mother running over and Derek’s mother running over. The boys didn’t even say anything, and poor Derek looked so confused, and Talia and Claudia simply looked at their boys, looked at each other, and immediately set up a time to meet. And that was how it started."

or, stiles and derek suck at being mates, a new threat comes to town, and stiles has to desperately try to save everything he's ever loved from total destruction all while trying to get through his sophomore year unscathed.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles #emissary!stiles #anon

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sapphireginger · 9 months

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Steter Week 2023

Day #3: Your Enemies Are My Enemies

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Stiles squeezed his mate’s hand to soothe the angered alpha and watched Scott puff out his chest in a pitiful attempt to be intimidating. “No.”

“NO?!” Scott growled. “What do you mean no? This isn’t negotiable. You're my pack!”

“Am I?” Stiles asked calmly.

Scott hesitated and nodded firmly. “Yes.”

Stiles shrugged one shoulder. “I love Peter and he loves me. I’m not leaving with you, and you can’t make me.”

“Wanna bet?!” Scott snarled.

Peter’s control was rock solid, airtight, never faltering. His presence alone was enough to drive fear into the hearts of most. It was always a turn on to see the alpha put people in their places.

@steterweek

Stiles was pissed. Here he was bleeding, and in immeasurable pain after saving the asses of his pack once again but did he get any thanks? Nope! He was recovering in the hospital and only three people had come to see him and not one of them was his alpha. That was the nail in the coffin for Stiles. He was done. He was so done with constantly putting his life on the line for people who couldn’t care less so long as they lived even if it meant Stiles was racking up hospital bills like crazy.

That was why as soon as he had been released from the hospital, Stiles vanished into the night. He took only the bare minimum with him. There was some grim humor in the fact that the night he left was the two year anniversary of his father’s death. He made sure to stop by the cemetery to say goodbye to his parents one last time. They wouldn’t want this life for him, and he knew he had to think of himself first now which he wasn’t good at, but Stiles was determined to change that. It hurt to think of his dad even two years later. Noah Graham Elias Stilinski was another casualty, another unnecessary death as a result of the pack’s ineptitude. Stiles had been too late to save his dad and carried the guilt with him every day.

As he stood and brushed off the dirt, Stiles made a promise to his parents that he would never let himself be taken for granted again. Once, when he was younger, Stiles had fallen for his best friend, had fallen for Scott but as time passed and his friend only sought out others, Stiles realized it was forever unrequited. He had only attempted to reveal his feelings once and Scott played it off as a sick joke. Stiles never tried again. Now, when he thought about it, Stiles was relieved as the person Scott now was, was not someone Stiles wanted to be with.

A werewolf wasn’t a turn off for Stiles but being a fucking asshole, whose head was always buried in pussy was. They’d had too many close calls because Scott was thinking with the wrong head. Some alpha he was, true or not.

Stiles shook away the dark thoughts and departed from the cemetery. He couldn't take his jeep with him, knowing it would be a dead giveaway. So, he used a little of his savings to get something he had always wanted. As he mounted his Ducati Corse, a sleek black model and his pride and joy, Stiles felt like he was finally taking control of his life.

The deep purr it let out when he started it, felt like power bleeding into Stiles’s veins. He revved the engine and then took off, blending perfectly with the inky shadows surrounding Beacon Hills. Only when the rearview mirrors showed the town sign did Stiles feel the weight on his chest release. There was still a long road ahead, but he was ready.

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Two Years Later:

Anchor of Selene Bookstore was a huge success with the people in the small town of Oelwein, Iowa. It was nearly two thousand miles from his former home and so small that everyone knew everyone. At his shop, Stiles finally was able to put his spark into play. Deaton had hated Stiles with a passion and with the druid whispering in his ear, Scott had refused to name Stiles his emissary even going so far as to restrict his use of magic. Granted, Stiles never truly stopped using it, just avoided doing so where the alpha could see. Plus, Stiles wasn’t a wolf and despite being the alpha’s beta he couldn’t be controlled like they could. He just let Scott believe he was as it was either that or the alpha would’ve assigned Deaton to supervise Stiles constantly which absolutely not.

Anyway, here in this small town, Stiles was thriving and most importantly, well Stiles had found someone or rather they had found him. There was a small werewolf pack in town and of course Stiles abided by proper protocol and formality. It was important that the spark declared himself to the alpha of the territory. The Hale pack was well known to those in the supernatural community and yet Stiles wasn’t afraid despite their reputation.

It seemed the alpha in particular found him amusing and his spirited demeanor pleasing. So, Stiles was often invited back to see the alpha. What started as a bit of barbed foreplay soon became a genuine respect and level of trust. It may have taken them nine months to reach such a place but that then led to where they are now, Stiles being courted for nearly three months. Speaking of—

“Hello, sparkling,” said the alpha as the door to the store chimed upon opening.

Stiles smiled. “Hello, alpha mine.”

The Hale Alpha, Peter Xavier Ignatius Hale, was a force to be reckoned with and no one got away with giving him anything less than the utmost respect. He was feared but a healthy amount of fear and no one went toe to toe with him, at least not until Stiles arrived and then people, especially the various pack members, loved watching their verbal sparring matches.

They had met more informally when Stiles opened his magic shop disguised as a bookstore. It had been a rough day for the spark. He had changed his number and had only given it to three people, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey and Allison Argent. Jackson was living in London while Allison and Isaac were living in France. It turned out they too could no longer remain in Beacon Hills and had in fact left barely a month after Stiles’s own departure.

It was sad that only three people chose to remain in contact with him. Everyone else had disowned him but really Stiles couldn’t care less. He was happy now, was being courted by the alpha and wasn’t being forced to hide who and what he was.

What Stiles didn’t know about Peter was that he was more than just an alpha. It was only upon their fifth date, during month five of courting that Stiles learned what else his possible mate was. Peter Hale was apparently a world renowned lawyer and businessman.

Of course, Stiles kept this information to himself, not wishing to reveal it to anyone, not even his friends but somehow, the one person Stiles never wanted to learn of his whereabouts, had found out. Scott McCall had been livid when his spark, and Stiles was his, had vanished. He had searched, forced his betas to search and even found a way to use his father’s contacts in the FBI. It was all for naught though as the spark had found a way to evade him.

Stiles had hoped that he would never see the alpha again and for almost a year during which he and Peter grew closer, that hope held fast. However, fate or something out there didn’t deign to give Stiles more than a single year with his soon to be mate before Scott tracked him down and brought his pack to confront Stiles.

Thankfully the wards sent Stiles a warning and he was able to alert his alpha. Peter joined him at the store and the two took up residence on the couch in the alcove facing the door. Not even an hour later, the McCall Pack shoved their way into the store, making Stiles’s magic hiss and his fingers vibrate with the need to protect. Only Peter’s fingers lacing with his own, halted his actions.

Scott McCall hadn’t changed much in the past nearly three years, but Stiles sure had. He had bulked up now that he could run whenever he wanted. He sported a lip piercing, a tongue piercing and more tattoos than a person could count and not all of them visible when he was wearing clothes.

He felt the alpha’s thumb rub soothing circles on the back of his hand and allowed himself to settle further into the wolf’s embrace. He was safe. He was home. Stiles wasn’t going anywhere.

Of course, the fool had never learned proper decorum. He had never listened to what the correct protocols and pertinent formalities were. No, he simply started in on reprimanding Stiles. Peter wasn’t impressed in the least but put on a sharp smile. “Alpha McCall. Well met. What brings you to my territory?”

Scott froze seemingly shocked that he was being interrupted. His jaw clenched as he flashed his eyes, another baby alpha mistake. Peter showed no outward reaction to the pup’s aggression.

Stiles smirked and flicked his tongue out to play with the metal loop in his lip. The McCall Alpha seemed to be expecting Stiles’s interjection, but the spark had no intention of coming to his aid ever again. It was humorous though to watch the realization filter in. Scott had never been able to hide his emotions or reactions from Stiles.

The entire thing set the foreign alpha on edge. He went for the kill, knowing only that Stiles was his and he wouldn’t leave without him. “Do you really think he wants you, Stiles? You’re of no use to him except for your magic. You can’t bear a child. That’s why I never took you seriously. You realize that as an alpha I’m expected to reproduce? Lydia can give me that, but you can’t. Also, we both know he’s paying for everything. You can see that right. He’s just a sugar daddy. He doesn’t love you, Stiles. He just wants your spark. He’ll pay for everything so long as you do what he wants with your magic.”

Stiles had moved on long ago from the feelings he had once harbored for the alpha but his words hurt nonetheless. Knowing that he wasn’t wanted because he couldn't bear children was painful to hear. If only Scott knew—Even more painful was the knowledge that the girl he thought he loved, though he never truly did, was now going to bear children for his ex-best friend, his ex-alpha. This was turning out to be a fucking terrible day.

Despite the hurt he felt, Stiles showed no outward emotion other than to glare at his former alpha from where remained curled up on the couch with Peter. “My relationship with Mr. Hale is of no concern to you. I haven’t seen you or spoken to you in nearly three years.”

Apparently, Scott now suffered from even more delusions if his next words were anything to go by. “You are my emissary and therefore you have to obey me! You did not have permission to leave the pack. You did not have permission to leave Beacon Hills and when we get back home, I’ll deal with you.”

Peter let out a growl at the audacity of Scott to think he would be leaving and taking Stiles with him.

Stiles squeezed his mate’s hand to soothe the angered alpha and watched Scott puff out his chest in a pitiful attempt to be intimidating. “No.”

“NO?!” Scott growled. “What do you mean no? This isn’t negotiable. You're my pack!”

“Am I?” Stiles asked calmly.

Scott hesitated and nodded firmly. “Yes.”

Stiles shrugged one shoulder. “I love Peter and he loves me. I’m not leaving with you, and you can’t make me.”

“Wanna bet?!” Scott snarled.

Peter’s control was rock solid, airtight, never faltering. His presence alone was enough to drive fear into the hearts of most. It was always a turn on to see the alpha put people in their places.

It seemed that Scott for all his stubbornness hadn’t forgotten that of the two of them Stiles was the one who wouldn’t be moved if he had made up his mind. “Fine!!” Scott ground out. “If he loves you so much then he has to prove it. He cannot give you any money for one month. We will stay in a hotel nearby and if he can prove that he loves you, I will give him permission to court you, but I will ultimately decide. Don’t push me, Stiles!”

Stiles looked at Peter who had a gleam in his eye before looking back at Scott with a deceptively sweet smile. “Okay, Scotty boy.”

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Scott left after warning the two that he would be watching. After the door to the shop closed, Stiles pressed his lips to the alpha’s and moaned softly. When they parted, they both sported smirks. Little did Scott know; Stiles had never been his emissary. Alan Deaton saw to that. Not to mention that less than four months ago, Stiles had been given the honor of the position as the Hale Pack Emissary. How else would he have gotten permission to ward the territory, though he had originally offered it as a gift of court to the alpha when the alpha offered to pay for it. That was a hard fought compromise for them.

All that being said, Stiles was taken and Peter? Well, Peter was the Alpha. Peter was his Alpha.

“I wish I could say I’m surprised but honestly I’m not.” Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes, nosing at the wolf’s head when said alpha nipped at his throat. “I’m sorry for Alpha Mc-Asshole.”

Peter pulled back and cupped his mate’s face with one hand while still lacing the fingers of the other together. “You have nothing to apologize for. He is not your alpha, and you owe him nothing.”

“He’ll try to take me away,” Stiles said.

The alpha snarled and pulled his mate close, his free hand coming to rest on Stiles’s stomach. The action, both possessive and protective, made Stiles’s heart flutter. Peter wouldn’t let anything happen to him. After all, Stiles’s enemies, and that’s exactly what Stiles viewed Scott as now, were Peter’s enemies. The spark knew without a doubt that if Scott showed his face again or came near Stiles again, Peter would unleash the full wrath of an alpha when his mate was threatened, especially when said mate was carrying the alpha heir.

“I love you, alpha mine.”

“And I you, sweet sparkling.” Peter kissed his mate, cradling the barely there swell of his mate’s stomach. “You and our pup.”

This was what Stiles had wanted when he left Beacon Hills. Though he hadn’t expected Peter Hale, the spark had found what his parents always wanted for him: a home, a partner, safety, a child, a family and happiness.

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